A Succubus's Playground Ch. 11

"Guys, I think we've created a monster here."

"Nah, just a slut." Sam ran his fingers through Debbie's hair, petting her. "I'll take another turn, Debbie, since you're offering."

Debbie wasn't sure how long she spent in the living room, on her back on the floor or on the couch or bent over the coffee table, getting fucked and sucking off the football players. They came on her face a few more times, on her tities or on her stomach, and when the other guys were finally satisfied. Debbie still wanted more.

"I need a shower," Debbie muttered, sitting on the bed and removing the pink skirt. "Ugh. I got cum all over me!"

" Your mouth is made for sucking, not complaining. We'll get you cleaned up tomorrow," Master Sam told her. "Come on, waking up with a face covered in cum is just what a good, slutty cheerleader does, right?"

"I suppose so," Debbie mumbled. Master Sam was right. Sluts didn't get cleaned up. She closed her eyes, feeling exhausted but very much satisfied. She had come a lot that evening, and had loved every second of it. She was a slutty cheerleader. She had pleased the football team.

The next morning, Debbie woke up feeling sore all over, especially in her ass. When she frowned, she realised there was something sticky on her face. She touched her cheek, and the smell hit her along with the memories of last night.

Master Sam let Travis take over at that instant. Travis could vaguely remember sucking off the guys, and getting fucked, and moaning in pleasure. He could remember coming, and the guys coming on his face. He could remember how good it had all felt. He liked being dominated by his team.

"Oh no, no, fucking hell, no," he muttered, pulling the sheet over his head, as if that could make it go away. "I didn't do that. I'm no faggot."

Still, thoughts of last night percolated in his mind. He closed his eyes, and more memories returned. The feeling of hands on his body, the way a cock would slide up his ass or in his mouth. The moans, the heat, the desire... the pleasure. It was all SO good...?

Travis groaned as he felt his cock harden under the stupid pink and white pleated skirt. He wanted to jerk off, but he resisted the urge. He couldn't give in and think about what had happened. It would only make it more difficult to resist Master Sam next time. Because he definitely wanted to resist..didn't he? He wasn't a cheerleader slut, after all, and he didn't want Master Sam and his teammatess to fuck him.

His cock, though, jerked eagerly at the thought of being used like last night again, and Travis let out another groan. He belonged here with Master Sam. He had no choice but to stay. He served Master Sam. He put on his French Maid's outfit and went out to start his day.

"Hello, Debbie!" said Master Sam as he walked out from his room.

"Let me serve you Master." said Debbie as she started servicing his hard cock with her mouth.

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