The Hottie in the Mirror Pt. 02

"Do they turn you on like I do?"

This question struck at Lexi's core. She still loved Claire, but Lexi was shocked to discover that the answer to this question was very close. Anton released her again from his use of her mouth and she was almost surprised to hear the words, "No, Daddy!" burst from her glossy lips in a ragged gasp. Her cock throbbed in its sticky tape prison.

Anton firmly pushed Lexi's head down once again, deeper than ever before, until he was pushed up against the entrance of her throat. Lexi gagged and Anton paused, patiently waiting for his little lady to relax. Lexi's eyes watered. Her Daddy wanted this, wanted her to take him into her throat. Alex would never have been able to do it, his pride and prickly defensiveness would never allow him to serve someone else that completely.

But Lexi was different. Lexi could do it.

Lexi relaxed her throat, taking the initiative to push herself deeper onto her Daddy's big cock, feeling her slim throat bulge with his thickness. Anton's hand rested gently on her head, no longer pushing, but reminding her who was in charge.

"Is the loser you are dating right now as strong and smart and sweet as your Daddy?" asked Anton softly, his cock held tight by Lexi's tender throat.

Lexi coughed this time as Anton pulled out his cock, but her voice was soft and her eyes were adoring as she said: "No, Daddy."

Now Anton's hand on Lexi's head was firm, and there was a steely glint in his eye. Lexi felt a blended twist of fear and lust which crackled down her spine, directly into her cock. Daddy had been patient, and Daddy had been kind, but now Lexi was going to see his other side. Lexi was about to feel what happened when Daddy's baby girl was naughty.

Anton's cock plunged deep into Lexi's warmed-up throat as he grunted harshly: "Well then it's fucking obvious, isn't it, you dumb slut?" Lexi tried to keep her throat open and relaxed, welcoming the assault.

"You're going to drop the pathetic relationship you have right now and get with a real man. Someone who can take care of you and treat you like the princess you are!" Anton's cock made sloppy pornographic sounds as it plundered the throat of his new woman. Lexi's hands instinctively crossed behind her back, giving Anton even more complete control as she abandoned her ability to influence the pace of her face fucking.

"So I will say it again! Be my girlfriend. My bitch. My woman." He pulled the full length of his dripping cock from Lexi's ravaged throat as she gasped for air, red-faced. "Well? What do you say?" he demanded, pumping his cock rapidly to preserve his momentum.

"I...I..." stuttered Lexi. Her mind felt scattered and weak from the intensity of the domination she was enduring. Anton loomed above her like a mountain of powerful male energy, eclipsing her willowy feminine form. It was wrong to betray Claire... but Lexi had to be true to her desires.

And Lexi was a submissive slut who was naturally drawn to confidence and power.

"I'm your girlfriend. I'm your bitch. I'm your woman now, Daddy. Please take good care of me."

"Open your mouth, Lexi," grunted Anton. His new girlfriend's abject submission had sent him over the edge, and his fist was now pumping wildly, using Lexi's thick saliva as lube.

Before Lexi could mentally prepare herself, the moment was there. The climax of every filthy porn he had ever seen: a dominant man stroking his hard cock to climax over a kneeling, submissive woman. Alex had used to love watching facials, wasting load after load into tissue paper as he skipped ahead to watch the best part. It was just so deliciously filthy. It was an unimaginably dominant act for the male, marking his territory and cumming wherever he pleased. It was an unimaginably slutty and submissive act for the woman, showing her willingness to degrade herself for the man's pleasure, covering her face with hot slime because that's what he wanted.

Even though they turned Alex on, Claire had always refused to have anything to do with facials. On the rare special occasions when Alex would receive a blowjob, Claire would keep his cock in her mouth while he came. But letting her boyfriend stroke himself off onto her face? Not a chance. Too gross. Too humiliating.

Watching Anton's big manly balls tighten and his fist pumping his massive cock rapidly to orgasm just inches from her face, Lexi was thrilled to discover that she found the idea of facials just as exciting from the other perspective.

Anton's cock fired powerful ropes of pure white spunk into Lexi's obedient mouth. She could feel her Daddy's thick creamy jizz roll across her tongue, stamping its salty, primal taste into her brain forever. A few wild spurts splattered across Lexi's beautiful face, ruining her makeup, but providing a decadent finale for the amateur porn she had been pressured into shooting.

Anton groaned in satisfaction, squeezing one last viscous drop down onto Lexi's face.

Finally, Lexi held her boyfriend's load in her mouth, her face dripping with the remainder. The texture was thick and unpleasant, like egg whites, but the knowledge that the massive mouthful of sperm represented her Daddy's lust for her made it unbearably erotic, despite its repulsive taste and feel. Lexi was sure she had never cum this much from one orgasm and wasn't sure she ever could, but her trapped cock twitched and practically hummed with a desire to prove her wrong.

Lexi looked up at her Daddy, who was sitting with a proud cocky smile on his face, happily observing the sticky mess he had made of a beautiful woman. With a pang of guilt for the girlfriend he had betrayed, Lexi thought back to what Claire sometimes did to drive him wild after oral sex. She thought Anton would like it, and there was nothing more important than pleasing Daddy.

Lexi threw her head back slightly and let the foul slime slip thickly down her throat, swallowing visibly to force the gooey sperm down into her belly. She had a look of concentration on her face as she fought through her disgust to please Anton.

The last of the video was Anton chuckling in happy amusement as he watched his new girlfriend demean herself one last time for the evening.

...

The crowd erupted into wild cheers as the image of Lexi swallowing Anton's thick load paused on the screen.

Claire turned with an unreadable expression toward Alex, who had tears in his eyes. Then, Claire gently took Alex by the hand and exited the room while Hailey introduced another video behind them.

They sat together on the steps outside the sorority house in the cool fall air.

"I'm so, so sorry, Claire," said Alex miserably. "I didn't mean anything that I said in that video. I haven't contacted Anton since then either. He and I definitely aren't dating. You are the one I want to be with." He had such a kicked puppy dog look on his face that Claire had to snort.

"It's ok, dummy!" said Claire lightly, as if she couldn't understand why he was so upset.

"But... I mean, those things that I said..." said Alex, confused.

Claire snuggled up to him and put her head on his shoulder. "You're my one and only boyfriend, Alex. And I know that you'll always be faithful. Of course you and I are still dating." Alex felt a deep calm spread over him. Everything felt right in the world, until what Claire said next sent him spinning back into sexual confusion.

"But I'm not dating Lexi. Lexi can date whoever she wants. If she wants to hook up with Anton, I say more power to her!"