"Start playing with yourself." Her eyes bulged comically wide and Andrew let out a cruel chuckle as her hand flew between her legs, slipped into her polka-dot panties and began to frantically rub her clit. "Greedy slut." Amy moaned again, the evil bastard had programmed a pleasure response to dirty talk, what else had he wired into her brain? Just how many strings did he have her dangling on? She was allowed to close her eyes briefly as she slipped a finger into herself, she felt Andrew shudder slightly as she moaned a new around his cock; she'd been so needy all day, it felt so good.
She actually found herself speeding up, her gurgles sounded wet and obscene as she tried to keep her head in time with her rapidly moving hand; a salty taste had appeared on her tongue but she tuned it out, trying to focus on the pleasure between her legs.
"I'm getting close." Her eyes opened and flicked to stare half lidded up at Andrew. His phone was still pointed at her. "Do you want to cum, bitch?" He leaned his head back and let out a quiet groan and she moaned around him again, her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head, she was getting close too, mercifully she was allowed to close her eyes as she mumbled out her answer.
"Yesh pwease Shir." His laugh came out a little breathlessly.
"Finish me off, and I'll consider letting you-" He was taken aback and Amy almost eagerly stuffed his cock down her throat and began to bob her head faster. A fog had over taken her brain, all she could focus on was her intense arousal and just how badly she needed to cum, she just had to get through this.
Andrew smirked down at Amy as she did her sloppy work, he was more than pleased with his choice, Amy was hot, even with her cliché lesbian look, but time would fix that, and there was an absurd amount of satisfaction from watching a man bashing dyke slobber all over his cock. She wasn't anywhere near as good as his stepsister, but she'd had a lot more practice, even before he'd taken over, Amy would have time to catch up, as well as plenty of occasions to practice, he was going to enjoy training her up. He had such twisted plans in mind for his new toy.
Amy found herself involuntarily moaning around the shaft in her throat as her fingers desperately worked between her legs, her hand was dripping with juice but she didn't care, she was getting closer, all day all she could think about was how badly she'd needed to cum all day, she was almost there, right on the peak! Amy closed her eyes and almost smiled, she didn't notice as Andrew moved his and from her neck to the top of her head and gripped a handful of her hair.
Her eyes flew open and widened with alarm as Andrew came in her mouth. The first salty load hit her in the back of her throat and she instinctually tried to pull her head back only to stop as Andrew gripped her hair and held her in place. He kept her on his shaft for another spurt before roughly pulling her off his cock by the hair, her hands were still working away even as she coughed up a thick white ball, the seed leaked out of the corners of her mouth and began to slide down her chin; but Andrew wasn't done, as her hand moved, he let out a satisfied sigh as he spurted three more times onto her face. The first two hit her in the forehead while the second landed under her left eye and covered her cheek.
"Would you look at that?" Amy was barely capable of gasping for breath, her fingers were still working furiously as she stared up at Andrew with half lidded eyes, cum was running freely down her face, joining the trails already dripping off her chin and pooling on her tits, he tucked his cock away and "A glazed dyke." Amy wanted to kill him, she wanted to reach up and strangle the life out for him! Instead she stared up at him, her mouth held open in shock, strange half gasps escaped her as her fingers continued to bury themselves in her cunt, she was right on the edge, she could feel it! Where was the release? Where was her orgasm? "Forgotten already?" Her sticky chest heaved, her body was wracked with quivers. "I said that you could play with yourself. I never said you could cum." She would have gaped at him if her mouth hadn't already been hanging open, he smirked as he raised his phone again.
"B-b-but, you, you said." She could feel blood flushing into her face as her hand kept working. "I f-finished..." she trailed off as the flash of his camera went off, he was taking pictures.
"I said I'd think about." He learned forwards and put the camera right in her face. "I'm thinking about it now." She blinked heavily to try and get some of his cum out of her eye. He kept her there for what felt like hours even if it could have only been a minute to two at most, he seemed to have taken a picture from every angle by the time he shrugged and said. "Alright, you can cum."
Her eyes immediately rolled into the back of her head, her toes curled and her drenched chest was thrust forwards as her back arched, her head was thrown back and a long scream of relief escaped her.
"A screamer." Andrew seemed pleasantly surprised. "I had no idea, this really will be fun." Amy felt tears pool up in her eyes, they were quickly lost in the mess of her face.
"Please." He raised an amused eyebrow as she stared up at him through half lidded eyes. "Please Andrew, don't do this, just let me go, I won't say anything, I swear."
"Never use my name again, not unless you're having an orgasm, in fact, that's an order, you'll scream my name every single time you cum."
"Yes sir."
"And I know you won't tell anyone, I told you not to." He rolled his eyes as he saw more tears mix with the whiteness he'd left on her face. "Get over it, you were going to run your life into the ground anyway, it's better with me in control."
"Better for who? Sir?" The 'sir' came out as a venomous hiss, Andrew's eyebrow poked upwards.
"Tone"
"Sorry Sir." Amy almost went cross-eyed with rage as she bowed her head meekly, she sounded so submissive!
"It'll be better for both of us." Andrew was flicking through his phone. "I've barely even started and look." He turned the phone around and showed her the screen. "I'm already making improvements." She was staring at one of the photos he'd taken.
In the picture, she was sat back on her ass with her bent legs wide open, her right hand was buried in her obviously soaked panties and she was covered in cum. Her eyes stared wantonly at the camera, her expression was almost unreadable under a heavy layer of white, a trail of thick goo hung from each corner of her mouth.
"I look like a porn star." There was a heavy moment before she added. "Sir." Andrew just smirked back.
"Go clean up the kitchen, then meet me in your room, we've got a lot to do tonight."
