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Natalie’s big, fake titties bounced and jiggled as she jogged on the treadmill. Her naked body gleamed with sweat. It was an inspiring sight to see. Two of the maids, women who’d been bitches and now served me in my home, knelt beside her, one patiently holding a towel the other a squeeze bottle full of water.

I couldn’t help but admire the lines of Natalie’s body, slender and athletic, her red hair swaying behind her in a simple ponytail. My cock twitched hard. She had made the last six months interesting. Natalie had an eye for punishing bitches and assholes. She delighted in it. After being bullied, she hated it.

Had creative solutions to it.

Just last week, when a woman had coughed in her face, not caring about spreading diseases, Natalie ordered the woman to fly to Africa and volunteer to care for the truly sick. Not the usual sexual punishment I would give, but the rude woman would learn the importance of covering up when coughing and do some good in the process.

Me, I would have probably just made her beg for every sick person to cough in her face so she could incubate whatever form of the flue they had. Probably have her be naked, just a pervert aching for spittle and mucus. Just the idea sickened my stomach.

Perfect for the bitch.

“What is it, Sir?” Natalie asked, not even looking at me. A smile spread on her lips. “Or did you just want to stare at me.”

“I do enjoy staring at you,” I said. Natalie was the only person I didn’t have to mind-control. She was like me in so many ways. “But it’s time. I found where Coach Schmidt and her daughter moved to.”

Natalie’s perfect stride broke. She snapped her head towards me, grabbing the handles to keep from falling as the moving tread pulled at her feet. She started jogging again as she fumbled to turn off the machine.

“Truly?” she gasped, a look of ecstasy brimming on her face.

“Truly,” I said. “Time to punish another bitch.”

Four girls in her past had bullied her. Coach Schmidt’s daughter had been one of the worst, always criticizing Natalie’s form in the gymnastic class taught by the mother. The glee on my redheaded lover’s face made me smile.

I never thought I could find a woman to love, yet here was Natalie. A ray of sunshine.

“Sir,” one of the maids said. She came in with a gym bag. “I have purchased everything on the list you ordered.”

“And did the clerk test them all out on you?” I asked the African-America maid. She wore a frilly, white collar about her neck, a white apron around her waist that hid her pussy, and nothing else.

“Yes, sir. He was very thorough.”

“Excellent,” I said. “You’ve been with me, what, a year?”

She nodded.

“I think you’ve earned your freedom. From now on, your that man’s maid. You’re going to love him, serve him, and beg for him to test every last toy he sells on your body. You’ll be there for any customers to see how the toy works by using it on your body. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, Sir,” she said, smiling like it was something she wanted and not my power twisting her mind.

“We’ll need a new maid,” Natalie said as she was toweled off. “I hope we run into a bitch on this journey. Just the right sort of cunt to serve us for the next year.”

I laughed.

Once Natalie was showered and dressed, we left. I petted our bitch on the way out. I couldn’t remember her name any longer, but I’d met her on the same day as Natalie. The bitch barked, looking cute crawling around on the floor with her butt plug tail and makeshift leash and collar made from a jump rope.

“You, make sure she gets walked,” I said, pointing to a random maid. “You may enjoy her tongue, but only in the middle of the walk where everyone can see you.”

“Yes, sir,” an Asian woman said with small breasts. She had talked loudly on her phone in an elevator with me. No consideration for others. She thought being an executive for some dumb company made her special.

It wasn’t long before Natalie and I were at the airport. I didn’t need to go through TSA and my flight was always approved to go ahead of everyone. My commands were thorough. My pilot was a great guy. I straightened out his wife and made his daughter into his personal cock-sucker. He was a happy man, thrilled to fly me around the world with his wife and daughter working as the stewardesses.

It was a three-hour flight and was late afternoon when we arrived in the city where Coach Schmidt had relocated. A limo awaited. Natalie kept staring at the bag with interest on the ride to Prancing Beauties Gymnastics. She squirmed in her tight dress. It clung to her body and those big, fake tits of hers.

I hoped that the plastic surgeon was enjoying his rewards for the masterpiece he made out of Natalie’s boobs.

“Thank you, Sir,” she moaned as we arrived. “Thank you so much. I love you.”

I smiled. “It’s my pleasure.” The simple truth. My life had become somewhat boring and repetitive. Natalie added that zest. And it was fun punishing specific people. I had never been bullied. My powers had grown up with me. “Shall we?”

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Natalie

“Let’s do those stretches, girls,” Alicia Schmidt said, clapping her hands and staring at the group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls as they stretched in their leotards.

Memories of my own childhood flashed through my mind. That was how old I was when I started training for Coach Schmidt and with her daughter, Alicia. It looked like my old bully was the assistant coach now, moving around in her own leotard.

She had long, black hair. Her boobs had blossomed, C-cups now, jiggling and round, verging on too big to do gymnastics. She looked fit, but not as athletic as she used to. It was clear she wasn’t competing any longer.

Gymnastics was hard on the body.

Coach Schmidt observed the students stretching. She had the same black hair as her daughter but cut into a short bob. She looked good, in her early forties and still toned and athletic in her leotard. Her boobs were smaller, B cups, and she looked in great shape.

“Vanessa, you can bend over more than that when stretching,” Coach Schmidt barked, the woman folding her arms.

“That’s right,” Alicia quickly said, marching over like she had spotted the issue. “Bend over. You have to have perfect form. You need to be as graceful as me if you want to succeed.”

“That’s right,” the coach said. Best student ever.

I wanted to gag. “Your daughter had the worst from in my year, Coach.”

The coach’s head snapped around. Her brow furrowed. “Is that you, Natalie?”

Alicia glanced at me and sneered. “You’re one to talk. You botched every landing you ever did. You never did it right. Girls, this is who you don’t want to imitate.” Her eyes flicked to my boobs. “And I see that you went the easy route to land a man. Fake tits and a rich guy, huh? Where’s the skill in that? Where’s the dedication. You never had the commitment to training.”

I had tried so hard. I practiced all the time, and even though I did better than Alicia, her mother never would see it. Alicia was always perfect. Had the best technique. Did the still rings the best, the pommel horse, and her floor exercise always “outshined” the rest. And how she gloated. How the cunt put us in our place.

“Girls,” the Man said, his voice calm, even amused, “classes are over today. Don’t be a bitch like Alicia. Be considerate of others, and you’ll go farther in this world.”

“A bitch?” gasped Alicia. She looked shocked. “Mom, he called me a bitch.”

Coach Schmidt marched up, her face darkening with fury. “What did you call my daughter? She’s a generous and kindhearted young woman.”

“She’s a cunt who bullies others so she can feel like she’s any good,” I sneered.

The exiting girls gasped as they rushed out of the classroom. They would grow up to be good girls, though. The Man had gotten to them young. Before they made the mistakes that had twisted Alicia into thinking she was amazing.

“I can’t believe you called me that!” Fury spread across Alicia’s face. “Mom, Mom! Did you hear what she called me? I’m not a cunt.”

“Of course you’re not.” Coach Schmidt reached me. Though we were the same height, she almost loomed. “I didn’t train you to have that attitude, Natalie. You were a mediocre gymnast at best, but that’s no reason to come here and insult my daughter.”

“Mediocre?” I arched an eyebrow. “I took second in our last tournament. What did your daughter place? 17th?”

“I hurt my ankle,” Alicia muttered. “That’s all. I could have done better.”

“And the time you took 24th?”

“Pulled a muscle. Right, Mom?”

“That’s right, honey,” Coach Schmidt said. “You’re the best girl I ever coached. You just had bad luck at tournaments.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So your daughter really is the best, huh?” the Man asked. I shivered at the pleasant tone to his voice. I could feel him setting the trap.

“Yes, she is!” Coach Schmidt declared

“So she could do an amazing job on the parallel bars?” asked the Man. He glanced over at the two bars, one higher than the other, that gymnast swung from in complex and exciting ways. “Even with a distraction.”

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect.” He thrust the duffel bag at her. It had to have sex toys in it. But what type? “Open it up and adorn your daughter with those, and we’ll see just how amazing she is. And Coach Schmidt, you need to be honest and have no bias. View your daughter as you would any other girl you’ve coached. And, remember, she’s so amazing she should be perfect even with the distractions. So those can’t be an excuse if she fails.”

“She won’t!” the woman said, snatching the bag from him. She ripped it open and I smiled.

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Alicia Schmidt

“Oh, my,” Mom said as she peered inside of it. “You’re going to have to strip naked for me to do this, Alicia.”

The sneer I had for Natalie melted off. “What?”

“You need to get naked,” Mom stated in that voice she used on her students. That cracking town that demanded obedience.

I flinched before it. She never talked to me like that. I faced her and trembled, seeing her had, brown eyes peering at me. Her breasts quivered in her leotard. I swallowed as she pulled out a vibrator from the bag.

“W-what is that doing in there?” I gasped.

“You’re not an idiot, Alicia,” Mom said. “You know what a vibrator is. So get naked so I can shove this up your cunt. I know you have one underneath your bed in the shoe box.”

“Mom!” I gasped, glancing at Natalie and the tall and handsome man she was with. He had money from the way he dressed. Clearly, Natalie had used her big tits to entice him into some sort of sham marriage.

“Strip!”

“B-but, I can’t—”

“I just boasted that you can do the parallel bars perfectly even with a distraction, and you are not going to prove me wrong!” She dropped the bag and the vibrator and marched at me. “I’ll rip that leotard off of you myself if I have to.”

“But Mom!” I whined while Natalie’s smile grew. She was enjoying this. That little bitch.

Mom grabbed my leotard’s neckline and pulled it down. It stretched over my shoulders and rolled down my torso. My breasts popped out in my sports bra. My cheeks blazed as she tore it down. This was so humiliating. The man and Natalie were both staring me, a slight smile on his lips and undisguised glee in hers.

What was going on? Why was this happening?

“Mom, you can’t mean for me to do the parallel bars with a… a…”

“Vibrator shoved up your cunt?” she demanded. “I absolutely can. You’re going to do it and it better be perfect, Alicia!”

I swallowed, fear rippling through me. Of course, it would be perfect. I always did perfectly. I just had bad luck at competitions. Like the time that someone had left the bars greasy and I fell off. Or how the mat hadn’t been even so I tripped during my floor exercise. I was perfect.

Mom said so.

She yanked my leotard down to uncover my black panties. I swallowed, my cheeks blazing as she rolled my leotard down to my feet. I stepped out of them. I shouldn’t be doing this, but my mother was scaring me right now.

“Let’s get these off, too,” she said. “Why are you wearing such dainty things for practice.”

“I like how they feel on me,” I muttered.

“’I like how they feel on me,’” Mom repeated in a sneering tone. “This is gymnastics. You should be wearing comfortable panties, not whorish things like this.”

“Mom!” I gasped as she ripped them down my thighs. My eyes bulged as my trimmed bush came into view. I shot my hands down to cover my pussy. I wanted to die of embarrassment. My butt-cheeks clenched as she rolled the panties down my thighs. I stepped out of them, whimpering. My bare toes dug into the blue exercise mat. “Why are you talking to me like that?”

“It’s how I talk to all my students who are disappointing me,” she snapped.

“D-disappoint?” Tears stung my eyes. “I’ve never disappointed you.”

“Did you get naked when I ordered you to?” she demanded and stood up. Then she shook her head. “Arms up in the air. Sports bra has to come off, too.”

“M-mom?”

She grabbed my arms and yanked them up so they thrust over my head. She shook her head and grabbed my sports bra. She peeled it off my tits. They spilled out, jiggling. My cheeks burned. I squeezed my thighs together. I was naked now. She pulled the sports bra over my head, rustling my hair.

“See!” she spat. “I have to do everything for you. I thought you were an adult. If you don’t want to disappoint me, then obey.”

“Y-yes, Mom,” I said, fighting back the tears. I wouldn’t cry in front of Natalie. I was better than her.

She had her arms folded beneath her giant tits, a smug smile on her lips. Why did she have to come here?

Mom picked up the vibrator. “Legs apart. Stop hiding that twat. I have to shove this in you.”

The man grinned.

I whimpered and spread my legs apart. I closed my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This—

My mom thrust the sex toy into my pussy. She thrust it deep into my cunt. I gasped and rose up on my tiptoes. Then she twisted the base. It hummed to life. To my utter shame, a moan burst from my lips. Pleasure rippled out of me.

I started to grow wet.

My pussy clenched down around the buzzing toy. I whimpered as I felt it buried deep in me. I quivered there as she pulled out a pink oval from the duffel bag. It looked too small to be a vibrator. The man whispered in her ear and she nodded. She pulled out a roll of black tape with it. She shoved it against my nipple and then quickly taped it in place with an X. She pressed both ends of it.

It buzzed to life.

“Mom!” I gasped as it vibrated against my nipple.

Tingles shot down to my pussy, meeting the buzzing bliss the vibrator there churned up. I groaned, trembling. My cheeks burned as the heat built and built. Natalie licked her lips as she witnessed the humiliating assault on my body.

The Mom taped a second egg on my other nipple. I groaned as it hummed way, stimulating my nub. They both throbbed, drinking in the buzzing. My body shook, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. A sudden fear rippled through me.

What if I orgasmed with these humiliating things on me?

Then Mom pulled out a smooth cone with a handle at the base. She grinned and said. “Turn around and bend over, Alicia.”

“Y-yes, Mom,” I groaned.

Just when I thought this couldn’t get more humiliating, it did. I turned away from them and bent over. I felt my pussy and ass aimed at Natalie and her rich husband. I felt my butt-cheeks parting, my asshole on display. I was utterly exposed.

I blinked back tears. My body shook. I was on the verge of crying even as the vibrators assaulted my body. My pussy clenched about the thick shaft in me. My nipples grew numb from the aching buzz against them.

“Spit on her asshole for lube,” the guy said.

“Yes,” moaned Natalie. “Oh, Sir, this is so amazing. I’m so wet right now.”

“So’s my daughter,” Mom said in disgust. “You’re getting dewy, Alicia. Are you a whore?”

“I have a vibrator in my cunt, Mom what—”

Hot spittle splashed on my asshole. My mom actually spat on me. Then she pressed that cone. I realized it was a butt plug. I had heard about them but never used one. I had never done anything back there. That was an exit only hole.

Until now.

“Mom!” I groaned, the first tear spilling down my cheek. “W-why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re the best!” she snarled, twisting the butt plug to drill it past my tight anal ring. “And you’re going to prove it, aren’t you, Alicia?”

“Y-yes, M-mom,” I sobbed, the tears spilling down my face while my asshole stretched wider and wider.

I groaned as the butt plug popped into me. It was so thick, spreading apart my bowels. A round base remained outside, trapped between my butt-cheeks. Mom pushed it. The cone burst into wild vibrations.

“N-no!” I cried, my body shaking. The tears flowed now.

My entire body was under assault from the buzzing toys. I straightened up, my breasts swaying. My legs felt like jelly from the vibrating assault. I swallowed, struggling to stop my crying before I turned around. I wiped at my cheeks.

“Well?” Mom asked.

“W-well?”

“Stupid girl, the parallel bars! Start your routine!”

I flinched. Stupid girl? Mom had never called me that before. I was a smart girl. A good girl. I shuddered and stumbled towards the bars. I felt so ungraceful. I had those naughty toys buzzing away in me. My pussy and asshole were stuffed full. I couldn’t close my legs. My nipples throbbed.

I couldn’t do this. But I had to. I reached the parallel bars. I swallowed. The man, Natalie, and my mom were all watching me, judging me. More tears wanted to spring down my cheeks. I licked my lips. I bent down to a bag of chalk nearby and covered my hands in it, the butt plug shifting in my asshole. The vibrator buzzed happily in my cunt.

I grabbed the lower bar with both hands. I whimpered as I forced my legs closed. The vibrator and butt plug hummed away in me. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I drew in deep breaths, waves of buzzing pleasure rippling through my body.

Then I jumped and pushed up with my arms. I kicked my legs out to the side, groaning as the vibrator and butt plug shifted in my asshole. I swept my legs over the low bar and then grabbed it with the back of my knees. I swung backward, intending to flip up and grab the high bar.

The world spun around me, my barest heaving. Nipples buzzed. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned at the humiliating pleasure surging through my flesh. My legs spasmed. And came free of the bar before I completed my spin.

I hit the mat on my back, tumbling over onto my knees. I gasped, my bowels clenching about the butt plug. My pussy gripped the vibrator. I threw back my head, an almost climactic bliss rushing through me from the shifting toys.

“What the hell was that?” Mom hissed.

I flinched. “I-I have toys in my p-pussy and my b-butth—”

“And?” she demanded. “You fell off doing a simple trick. You’re embarrassing me!”

I cowered beneath her words. “I’m s-sorry, Mom.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean—”

“You’re sorry?” Mom sneered. “That’s your excuse for that miserable display. You think words can fix it. I said you were the best. You’re making me look bad. What’s Natalie and her friend going to think about my coaching skill.”

“That it can’t be good if you fail at something so simple,” Natalie said, such glee in her voice. She had her hand between her thighs, her skirt bunched around her waist.

She was masturbating.

“Get up and try again, you little sow!” Mom hissed. “And stop crying! You’re nineteen. An adult.”

I nodded and stood up, my shoulders shaking. The vibrators hummed against me. They made my nipples throb and ache. They felt so naughty. I swallowed my discomfort as I moved back to the lower of the two bars. I grabbed it, my pussy melting around the buzzing shaft reaching so deep into me.

I inhaled. Exhaled. Jumped.

I did the same mount as last time, my insides buzzing away towards rapture. The dildo and butt plug shifted around in me. I grabbed it with my legs and swung backward. This time I grabbed the high bar, whimpering. My nipples throbbed, my breasts moving. I hit the bar with my stomach, bending my body to increase my spin and…

I gasped at the buzzing rapture in me. I slipped from the bars again. I landed on my back, groaning. I lay there, couching, the vibrators and butt plug melting my holes. My nipples begged for release. They were all watching me.

Natalie burst into laughter even as she frigged her pussy, masturbating to my failure.

“This is the best you’ve ever trained?” the man said with such derision.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Mother said, her voice deathly cold. “I thought I had taught her how to win, but now… It’s just some toys shoved in your holes, Alicia! You’re the best. You will get on that bar, or I will find another thing for you to be good at.”

“That’s right,” the man said. Then he whispered to mother. A shiver ran through her body. She nodded, her eyes flinty.

“I’ll do it,” I sobbed, forcing myself to stand up. I had to do this. I was the best gymnast Mom ever taught. I was Alicia Schmidt. Mother had won a silver medal at the Olympics when she was my age. I couldn’t let her down.

I grabbed the bar, hot cream running down my thighs. I could smell my tangy pussy. It filled the air with my shame. I jumped up and did a different mount, swinging from my arms. I twirled around the low bar two times then flew up to the top one. I grabbed it, my hair sweeping around me.

My asshole ached. My breasts heaved. I squeezed my cunt around the dildo as I thrust myself vertical, legs kicking in the air. Pussy cream ran down my thighs now. I gasped and twisted myself, went to change my grip to turn myself around and…

Missed the bar.

As I fell, a shameful and humiliating orgasm burst in my pussy. I gasped, tucking my body as the pleasure rushed through my flesh. I hit the mat and gasped, my body bucking. I cried out in ecstasy, thrashing on the ground.

“Is she… cumming?” the man asked.

“She is, sir!” moaned Natalie. Joy burst across her face. “She’s not a gymnast. She’s just a horny cow that would rather cum than show us her skill. She doesn’t have any skill, does she, Coach Schmidt?”

“Not at all,” Mom snarled and peeled off her own leotard.

I gasped in shock as she stripped naked, spasming through the pleasure rushing through my body. My cunt writhed around the dildo and my asshole around the buzzing butt plug. My moans echoed through the room. They resounded back and forth while I trembled through my orgasm. It was so incredible. I whimpered and groaned, my orgasmic bliss consuming me.

Mom ripped off her sports bra next, her firm tits coming out. She had such a perfect body, still toned and lithe. Her breasts jiggled as she tore off her plain panties. She shook her head at me as I thrashed through my orgasm.

“I’m s-sorry, M-mom!” I howled, tears spilling down my face as the waves of pleasure rushed through my body.

“You’re sorry!” she hissed, marching at me naked.

“You’re just a slut!” gasped Natalie, her body shuddering. Her large, fake titties jiggled in her top. “Teach her how to be a slut, Coach Schmidt. It’s all your worthless daughter is good for.”

“That’s right,” Mom said, standing over me. She grabbed me by my hair and ripped me to my feet.

I howl in pain. My roots throbbed as she dragged me upright by my tresses. My body trembled, still cumming from the vibrators churning up my pussy and asshole. From the buzzing on my nipples driving me mad with tingling bliss.

Tears spilled down my cheek as I stumbled after my mother. She was leading me to the man. He was sitting on a chair. Natalie was behind him, offering her fingers to him. He sucked them clean of her pussy juices, a pleased grin on her face.

“Here she comes,” moaned Natalie. “I can’t believe you ever thought you were better than me. You’re pathetic, whore. And now your mother sees you for what you are.”

“A disgusting slut who cums instead of doing her routine,” snarled Mom. She threw me forward.

I gasped and fell to my knees, my face pressed into the man’s crotch. I could feel his cock throbbing through his jeans. I trembled there, my boobs jiggling. The nipple vibrators buzzed away, my cunt writhing around the humming toy shoved into my depths.

“Pull out that cock and suck him off now!” Mom roared. “I’m tired of hearing your sobbing. You’re s slut. And sucking dick is what a slut’s mouth is for.”

“Yes!” Natalie moaned.

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Natalie pulled her fingers away from my mouth. The sweet taste of her pussy lingered on my lips as I stared down at the sobbing Alicia. Her mother still held a good grip on her hair. It was so hot to feel that face being forced into my crotch.

“I said unzip him right now, Alicia, or so help me God…!” the coach threatened.

“Y-yes, Mom!” Alicia moaned.

Her trembling hands fumbled at my fly. I smiled as she unfastened me. Then she drew down my zipper. My dick throbbed as she pulled it down. She reached in and pulled out my cock. I came out thick and throbbing in her hand.

She half-heartily stroked me. She gave a desultory kiss to the tip. She shuddered, sobbing silently and moaning as the dildo, butt plug, and vibrators buzzed away in her holes and on her nipples. She must still be cumming.

“I said to suck that cock and love it, slut!” hissed the mother. She shook her daughter. “What do you call that? Huh? You think that limp-wristed stroking is going to please a man? You’re not a gymnast, that’s for fucking sure, but you can be a whore. Open wide and sucked that dick NOW!”
The girl squealed and engulfed my cock a moment later.

“Mmm, I like this,” Natalie cooed. She hugged me from behind, her face rubbing against mine as she leaned over my shoulder. “It’s so hot seeing Alicia on the receiving end.”

“Just enjoy,” I said. “I know I am.”

Natalie giggled. “I love you, Sir. Thank you.”

I just groaned as Alicia began sucking. She nursed on my cock, the pleasure spilling down my shaft to my balls. I savored that wet warmth. The girl’s mouth felt delicious on my dick. Her sobbing added that perfect sensation to all of this.

Her hand fisted the baste of my cock. Her tongue even danced around my crown. She stroked me, stimulating me. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, enjoying every moment of her sucking on me. Her cheeks hollowed. She danced her tongue, making me groan.

“Come on, I want to hear that sucking,” hissed the mother. “If you’re not suckling and slurping and making all those obscene noises, how am I supposed to know you’re doing anything.”

The girl sucked harder. Louder. A wet, slurping sound echoed through the gym. I groaned, the warmth reaching down to my balls. They brimmed with a load of cum that I would happily dump down the slut’s throat.

My cock throbbed in her stroking hand. She sucked hard even as the tears spilled down her cheeks. It was incredible to feel. My balls twitched and throbbed, the pressure building and building in them. I would have such a huge orgasm once she brought me to my release.

CRACK!

The sound of her mother smacking her ass echoed. I hadn’t told the women to do that, but the sound was delicious. Natalie moaned behind me, rubbing her cheek into mine. Alicia squealed about my cock and sucked with hunger.

“When I tell you to suck, you fucking suck, whore!” the mother roared. “You bob that head. You make it filthy! Nasty. You’re a slut now!”

CRACK!

“A goddamn whore! Now bob that head and make him explode!”

Alicia squealed and moved her head. She worked her lips up and down my cock. She slid down until I pressed into the back of her throat and then sucked back up. I growled at the hungry pressure the sobbing girl gave me.

The hum of the vibrators echoed around her, mixing with the slurping sounds she made. Those obscene sucking noises that echoed through the gymnasium. They reverberated around us, making my dick throb in aching envy. It was so incredible to feel.

I leaned my head back, panting.

“Mmm, is she going to make you cum, Sir?” Natalie purred into my ear.

“Yes,” I growled.

“Choke her on your cum. Drown the bitch.” Natalie licked my ear. “Please, please do it, Sir.”

“God, you are perfect.”

She giggled while I groaned.

Alicia bobbed her head faster. He worked that hot and hungry mouth up and down my dick. I growled out as pleasure rippled through me, the pressure swelling and swelling in my balls. I could cum and cum. I could unleash a torrent of spunk that would drown a woman.

I could ejaculate as much as I wanted. Even a normal climax for me sent out ten or more spurts, and I could make a hundred. A thousand. I could cum over and over for an hour straight. Maybe longer. I had never tested my limits.

“Damn,” I growled.

CRACK!

The sound echoed through the room. Alicia gasped on my dick, her naked ass wiggling. I caught a glimpse of the butt plug’s knob buried between her asscheeks. A red handprint blazed on her rump while her mother seized her hair.

“You call that bobbing?” she snarled and jammed her daughter’s head down my cock until my tip hit the back of the girl’s throat. “You’re not even taking his full dick. You have to swallow all of a man.”

“Yes!” Natalie moaned.

CRACK!

“Swallow every inch of that cock, you dirty slut!” the mother hissed, pushing at her daughter.

Alicia made such obscene sounds. She choked and spluttered on my dick as her mother shoved her head down harder. My cock popped past Alicia’s gullet and slammed down her esophagus. Her mother shoved her face down into my crotch.

Her lips kissed into my bush.

I groaned as I felt every inch of my cock in her mouth. Her throat squeezed about my tip. She moaned and sobbed. Her body wiggled as her mother clutched her hair and yanked her head up. The choking and gagging girl sucked the entire way.

Spittle ran down my dick. The mother hauled up Alicia’s head until my cock almost popped out, then she shoved the girl back down my dick. The coach forced her daughter to swallow my dick to the root again. And again.

The girl trembled, gurgling and thrashing. It was so hot. My dick throbbed as I savored this naughty abuse. The mother rammed her daughter’s gullet down my cock again and again. She gripped her daughter’s hair and fucked that sucking mouth up and down my dick.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled.

“Hear that?” hissed Coach Schmidt. “That’s the sound a man makes. You’re a fucking whore. You have to act like one!”

She slammed the girl’s mouth down my cock. I gasped, the friction caressing my tip. It shot down to my balls. They erupted. I threw back my head, rubbing into Natalie’s shoulder. She kissed at my cheek as I pumped my cum down Alicia’s throat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled. “Take it, whore!”

“Take his cum!” moaned the mother. She held her daughter’s hair in a tight grip, the girl thrashing, not doubt trembling through more orgasms.

I pumped load after load of cum down the girl’s throat. I basted her with my passion. I groaned, the pleasure slamming through my body. It was intense. Insane. I loved it. I sucked in deep breaths, panting and groaning, my heart hammering in my chest as I basted her stomach with every blast of jizz into my balls.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled as I hit that orgasm.

“You’re drowning her!” groaned Natalie. “Listen to her choking on your dick. This is so hot!”

“Yes, it is!” moaned Coach Schmidt. “You’re finally doing something right, whore! Finally pleasing a man. That’s all your good for. And you need to be broken in.”

The girl gasped as her mother ripped out the butt plug and threw it to the blue mats. Then she yanked out the vibrator. Alicia moaned in relief. She trembled, nursing on my dick. I groaned, savoring her moans around my cock.

“You got that dick soaked in saliva,” the mother hissed, “now sit your asshole down it. I want your butthole swallowing every last drop, or else!”

Alicia squealed around my cock.

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Alicia Schmidt

I groaned as I sank my weight on the man’s cock. Natalie smirked, masturbating again as she watched. I groaned while my asshole, numbed from the butt plug’s vibration, swallowed her husband’s dick. He groaned as my anal ring parted around him.

I gasped as I sank down his pole. I took inch after inch after inch of his cock into my asshole. I moaned, my throat raw from deep-throating him. Tears stained my cheeks. My ass burned as I settled down on his crotch.

“This is what you need to get that cunt ready to be a whore,” Mom said.

She stepped into a strap-on harness. My eyes bulged at the size of the dildo. It was huge. Way, way bigger than the dick in my ass, and that was already the biggest cock I’d ever fucked. My jaw dropped as mother adjusted it, the massive cock, easily over a foot long, thrusting out before her.

“It’s modeled on a horse’s cock,” moaned Natalie, her eyes wide with delight. “Oh, Sir, I didn’t know you bought that for her.”

“I remember that comment you made last week,” her husband said.

“I love you so much, Sir! Ooh, Coach Schmidt, tear your daughter’s cunt up with that dildo.”

“M-Mom,” I gasped as she advanced on me, her firm tits jiggling. My asshole clenched on the man’s cock. That’s not going to fit in me.”

“It will, and you’ll love it!” she snarled. “You’re a whore now. You’re going to understand that. You please who I tell you, when I tell you. Understand?”

I flinched and nodded. “Y-yes, Mom.”

She grinned and then she was settling between my thighs. I gasped as her breasts pressed into mine. She stared right into my face while that massive dildo pressed into the folds of my pussy. I whimpered. This really, really couldn’t be happening.

She thrust. I gasped.

My pussy lips stretched and stretched to engulf her dildo’s massive tip. I clenched my bowels onto the man’s cock. I squirmed my back into his chest, whimpering and groaning as that massive, rubbery cock popped into my cunt.

“Oh, my fucking god!” I moaned, my tits rubbing into my mother’s firmer mounds. “You’re… that’s… Oh, my god!”

“You fucking love it, don’t you?” hissed Mother as she pushed the huge toy deeper and deeper into my pussy.

“N-no!” I stammered, the pleasure rippling through my body.

“Don’t lie to your mother,” the man said, his dick throbbing in my bowels. I squirmed around on him.

“I do love it!” I gasped, admitting my shame.

“Slut!” hissed Mom.

“I am!” I gasped, realizing it was true. “I’m a whore, Mother. I came from those dildos and I was cumming while sucking his cock. He fired so much cum into my stomach.”

“Yes, he did,” she moaned, her dildo bottoming out in my cunt. She had reached so far into me. She pressed against my cervix.

This couldn’t be happening. I squirmed and groaned. I trembled there as she drew back. I gasped, my back arching into the man’s chest, my asshole lifting up his cock for an inch. The velvety friction from his dick mixed with the silky bliss blazing in my cunt.

Mom slammed back into me. Our tits rubbed together as she drove that massive dildo into my cunt. I gasped and moaned, my body shuddering. So much of the fake cock buried into me. Over and over, she pumped away at me.

My pussy drank in the friction while my body squirmed. I stirred my bowels around the man’s cock. The stimulation from that melted to my cunt stuffed full of rubbery dick. He groaned while my mother gasped. Her face twisted with rapture.

“Yes, yes, my daughter is a whore who loves cocks!” she snarled.

“I am!” I moaned, unable to lie to her. I hat to be honest with my mother.

“Just a slut!” She hammered me with that huge dildo.

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, squirming, the pleasure building and building in me. “I’m going to cum on this dildo! I’m going to cum so hard!”

“Yes, yes, yes! You’re going to be your mother’s best whore, aren’t you? You’re going to work hard to be her star slut!”

“I will, Mom!” I gasped, my pussy clenching down on that dildo reaming me.

Mother kissed me hard. I gasped at the feel of her mouth on mine. I closed my eyes, melting into her passion. My legs wrapped around her waits. I held her tight as I humped against her, stirring the man’s cock around in my asshole.

My bowels squeezed and relaxed about his dick, savoring his presence reaching into me while that huge dildo pounded into my cunt. My mother fucked me with such passion. Her tongue danced around in my mouth, plundering me like she did my cunt.

My pussy gripped that big, fake dick, worshiped it. I moaned into her lips, rising and rising towards another orgasm. I loved it. I humped against her, meeting her strokes while the man groaned behind me.

“That’s it, fuck your daughter’s whore-cunt!” moaned Natalie, masturbating with the vibrator that used to be in my cunt. “Plunder her. Make her into the ultimate slut.”

“She is,” growled the man. “Fuck, that tight, hot asshole. I’m going to cum in your bowels.”

Mom ripped her lips from mine to hiss, “You better milk his cock, whore. You better please him! That’s your job now. You’re my number-one whore”!”

“Yes!” I howled. “Your biggest slut, Mom!”

She slammed hard into me, and I climaxed.

My pussy went wild about her dildo slamming into my cervix. My asshole spasmed around the man’s cock. My velvety flesh rippled at him, sucking at him. He groaned. His pants of passion filled my ears as my bowels massaged him. Worshiped him.

The waves of pleasure slammed into my mind. I was such a huge slut. A big whore. I loved it. I kissed my mother again. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste of her. The feel of her body against mine. She fucked me hard, my orgasm spilling from one to the other.

I kept cumming, my asshole milking his cock. I sucked at him. He growled. Then he thrust up, bouncing me on his dick. My bowels rose up his dick, spasming the entire time. I slammed down his shaft, my spanked ass cracking into his thighs.

He erupted in me.

I broke the kiss with Mom to howl, “He’s cumming in me. I’m finally a good slut.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Natalie moaned as she trembled beside me, pussy cream gushing out around the vibrator.

“You’re an amazing whore!” moaned Mom. “You always were a terrible gymnast. I never wanted to admit that, but… but… You’re the best slut!”

Mom’s face twisted in passion as she slammed the dildo into my writhing depths. She was cumming, too. I made her climax and the man orgasm. My bowels milked the cum out of his spurting dick. He fired so much into my bowels. So many drops.

I kissed my mother, sharing our incestuous passion. I rode my orgasm to the peak, reveling in what I was now. A slut. An utter whore. I had been a failure as a gymnast. I’d always made excuses. I never wanted to own up to my mistakes or work hard to get better.

But now… I would be the best slut ever for my mother. Finally, I would be good at something.

Joy burst through me as my orgasm died down. The man fired the last of his cum into my asshole and Natalie whimpered in delight.

“Oh, Sir, I love this,” the redhead moaned. “Thank you for doing his for me.”

“You’re welcome,” the man groaned, voice thick and throaty.

I was happy, too. He helped Mom and me see the truth about my abilities and where my talents truly lay.

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In the coming months, Coach Schmidt turned her gymnasium into a strip club. I helped her with the finances. She had a talent, it seemed, for training sluts. She would mold the barely legal sluts who came to her for a job and turn them into full-fledged whores.

They would strip and dance for the crowd, shaking their asses and titties. They would get them all riled up. Then they would sell “lap dances.” Only these weren’t the legal type. The VIP room in this club had beds. Privacy. Men paid for the barely legal things and fucked them hard.

And the star of the club was Alicia.

She had blossomed into an utter slut under her mother’s tutelage. Coach Schmidt molded her daughter into a complete whore. Alicia spent half her night on her back (or on her knees or pinned to the wall, however her clients wanted to fuck her). She made her mother money with her pussy, mouth, and asshole.

Alicia was the best stripper whore around. Men paid good money to soil her body.

I made sure that all the profits of the club went to Natalie. It was her money to do as she pleased. She was delighted when she saw her first check, the profits from Alicia’s whoring. Seeing the joy in my lover’s eyes made me smile.

I loved making her happy. And we had one more bully from her past to punish.

Her step-sister needed to pay.

To be continued…

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