by Writing Shark
You are watching a funny video
“She’s really cute.” You and Sydney are sitting on your big sofa at home, a glass of wine in your hand and watching on your phone as Elle Fanning holds her spread legs in the air. “Her toes wiggle when she comes,” the whore next to you giggles and snuggles up against you. Olivia would kill her, you’re sure, but you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want and the fact that Sydney has her hand pumping around your cock helps too.
“That’s not why I’m here,” you say, closing the video and grinning at the disappointed pout on her face. You can fuck Elle whenever you want and are interested in someone else. Her mother. You quickly open the expensive Apple laptop and open the video on the stick that the little whore brought you. “Then let’s see if you’re worth your money, little one,” you grunt, press start, sit back and grab Sydney’s hair, pull her onto your hard cock and enjoy the show and the BJ.
The scene is shot in Sydney’s messy, dirty, cheap apartment where she takes all her clients to fuck but this time something is different. Your expensive HD cameras have recorded everything, only this time no money changes hands, the two women are unable to do that, as they stagger through the door kissing and moaning.
‘Fuck me on the bed,’ moans Elizabeth Olsen Fanning with her hands on Sydney’s perky tits.
“That’s how I like to think of it,” you grin, twitching your cock into Sydney’s skilled mouth as you finally see the slut in her natural element, Elizabeth, not Sydney.
“It was so easy,” your whore says, jerking you off while looking up at you. “I just had to…” Then you push her down again.
“I don’t care what you did,” you grunt. “Let me see.”
On the monitor, the women are hastily undressing each other. Lesbians don’t have much choice among their partners and can’t be picky about their looks and personality. A whore like Sydney who fucks everything that moves and looks so… acceptable seems like the light at the end of the tunnel to closeted, desperate lesbians.
“Miner’s lamp of the Viet Cong,” you whisper.
“What?”
“Shut up and suck.” This time you keep your hand on her head. Which hooker needs to be told that she’s here to fuck? When God handed out brains, she got her ass fucked in a back alley. But that doesn’t matter now. You lean forward a little.
‘Please,’ Elle’s helicopter mother begs, her cheeks red from wine. ‘Do what I told you.’ Then even you wince, you didn’t know how hard Sydney could hit.
‘Don’t tell me what to do, slut!’ she hisses.
‘Yes!’ breathes Elizabeth and nods wildly. ‘Thank you!’ Another hard blow for a woman.
‘Shut up pig!’
“Come on, Elle’s mother,” you whisper. “Show me.” And like every woman in your life, this grown mother of two daughters listens to you immediately.
‘Yes, Elle.’
“Bingo!” You clap your hands.
“Wait and see what comes next,” Sydney grins, but then squeals like a piglet as you hug her neck tightly and pull her towards you like a doll.
“If you stop pleasuring my cock one more time, I’ll make sure you get raped by thirty homeless people for a week.”
Sydney Sweeny practically throws herself on your cock, gasping and gurgling as you thrust brutally hard into her, rocking on you like she’s on a spring. You roughly bend her body forward until her forehead almost hits the floor and she has to rock from her knees so that you can see the laptop in front of you. Now you can enjoy the show.
‘Please Elle, I’m sorry’ Elizabeth begs, putting her hands under her large breasts.
‘What are you sorry about, mommy?’ The whore is completely naked and the large ruler shines in the light of the lamps in her hand.
‘That I took advantage of you. You and your sister.’
‘Lie!’ The scream echoes through the room, the PC and your house as Sydney hits hard and precisely. Elizabeth’s breasts fly around as the ruler hits.
‘I’m sorry Elle!’ she screams painfully but your sleeper agent has no mercy.
‘Put this on you dirty little slut’ As Sydney Sweeny rides on your cock and moans softly, head between her knees, you watch as Elizabeth Olsen Fanning puts on a sexy schoolgirl costume. ‘Now you old hag at least look fuckable,’ Sydney laughs on TV as she fights against an orgasm between your legs. ‘Shit, you look ugly. Don’t look at me!’
‘I’m sorry.’ Basically, you knew that this woman had a lot of dark secrets. Envy and sexual desire for her daughters are just two of them. Then the black strap-on wobbles between Sydney’s legs while Elizabeth gets on all fours.
‘I don’t give a shit about your excuses Mom. Tell me you want to fuck me.’
,Yes! Mommy! I want to fuck you.’
“Shit, she’s broken,” you grunt and move a little, but let your whore do the work. On the screen, Sydney sneers at her client while sticking the dildo in her asshole.
‘Shit you’re broken you old bitch.’ You giggle. ‘Want to fuck your daughters.’ She begins to rhythmically fuck Elizabeth’s ass while the hidden cameras capture it from every angle. ‘I hope you’re just as pretty.’ Screams of pain and humiliating moans come from the speakers. And laugh. ‘But everyone knows you are useless trash, scum that the world spits on.’
‘Yes Elle! Yes! Fuck yes! My daughter!’
‘You don’t even fuck Dakota? You’re pathetic.’
‘Dakota is nothing! She is ugly and useless. Elle is the future!’ You tense up but Sydney has everything under control, on the screen and between your legs.
‘Here!’ she shouts on the screen and throws photos of her daughter Dakota at Elizabeth. ‘Eat them! Eat your daughter!’ and Elizabeth obeys. Then follow photos of Elle. ‘And you wipe it with that.’ Sydney pulls out of the woman and pushes her to the floor.
The sight of Elizabeth cleaning the strap-on with pictures of her youngest daughter is enough for you. For now.
With an animalistic grunt you grab Sydney hard by the hips, she’ll definitely have bruises tomorrow, and ram your erection deep into her young whore body.
“Cum” you order through clenched teeth and the girl screams between her knees as she feels your hot load deep in her bowels. With your fist in her hair, you pull her up and press her back against your body as your cock squeezes your cum out of her pussy.
“Thank you… Daddy…” the young thing gasps… Then she wants to kiss you.
“Fuck no,” you snap and throw her on the floor like a used cloth. “Wipe that up.” Sydney understands what you mean when she sees your look, leans down and wipes her big tits across the cold, cum-smeared wooden floor.
On the monitor, the two women attack each other again, Sydney naked except for the strap-on, Elizabeth in her ridiculous schoolgirl uniform.
‘Take me Elle! Fuck me and make me rich!’
So you have enough material that your mom is no longer a threat to you.
Writing Shark 