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“Now, cum now!” Jessica wailed, slamming her fists down on the coffee table in front of her. “Hold it, slave. Fucking hold it.” Sasha purred, confusing the sub duct tapped to the closet door with a fuck machine pounding his asshole from underneath.
“Let it go, baby.” Becky encouraged, and I cackled while tapping my riding crop against the giant timer that ticked away. All the girls looked over, and Jessica jumped off the couch, ripping her top to flash the sub her bouncy tits. “CUM NOW you STUPID slut!” she yelled at him, but it didn’t matter. Her time in the betting pool had come and gone, yet the sub did not explode.
The Betting Pool
“Good boy. Keep holding it. Hold it another five minutes, and I’ll reward you.” Sasha mewled. The sub’s eyes glazed over as he looked at her, then at Jessica’s disappointment. His cock bobbed stiffly, and the machine relentlessly pounded away at his asshole.
“He’s normally a lot quicker.” Jessica pouted and plopped back onto the couch.
“We’ve already milked him three times.” I laughed at how the sub’s legs shook and his head banged against the door he was tapped to. “How could you possibly think he’d explode again so quickly. It was a poor bet.”
“Cum, Come on! Cum, right now, Becky’s voice carried the panic Jessica had as her time approached.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Sasha yelled over Becky, and the sub’s balls drew up. Someone was about to win the betting pool.
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