HER THRONE♡

CHAPTER 4

Mason moaned at the prospect of being at Michael's mercy.

"You like that idea? Me entering your room before work. Rubbing my precum on your lips. Telling you...oh fuck, like that!" As Mason took the dick further down his throat. "Telling you to worship my cock before you even open your eyes. Fucking you over the sink as you try to brush your teeth...."

Mason was now stroking his own cock as he listened to Michael.

"My own fucking slave. Earn your keep by keeping my dick wet. I'll even have you doing chores like a kid getting an allowance," Michael pulled Mason's head down and choked him on his dick. When he let up, Mason panted over the hard flesh for a bit before returning to his work. "Good boy."

Mason pumped harder on his own cock. But Polly stopped him, "Not yet, baby." And he immediately dropped his shaft.

"Polly get your ass over here and strip down like the good little slut you are," Michael growled as he watched Mason bob on his cock. Michael then grabbed Mason's hair and pulled him off. Michael's wet cock slapped against his partially exposed stomach.

Meanwhile, Polly was pulling off the dusty clothing she wore all day. None of them had showered. They were all dirty, and about to get dirtier.

"Lay down on me facing Mase," Michael said as he reclined the back of the chair a bit. Polly did as asked. She instinctively spread her legs over his thighs. "That's it," Michael praised as he wrapped his arms around her torso, cupping her breasts. "Ready to get fucked?"

"Mmhm," she hummed.

"Not good enough," he growled near her ear, sending his hot breath down her neck. Polly grabbed his shirt that was under her - Michael was still fully clothed and in control.

"Y-yes, s-sir," she stammered.

"Daddy," he corrected for the second time that day. "Say it. Say 'yes, daddy, your little slut is ready to get fucked." He pinched her nipple hard.

"Oh God!" Polly said as she looked down to see Mason still on his knees at eye level with her pussy. Michael gave her breast a hard squeeze. "Y-yes, d-daddy, your little...slut...is ready to get...f-fucked!" She nearly screamed out the last part as Michael slammed his middle finger in her cunt, pumping it rapidly.

"Good girl," Michael said as he removed his finger. He looked down at Mason. "Open."

Mason opened his mouth, and Michael placed his finger inside. Mason automatically closed his lips around it, sucking and licking it clean.

"I don't know if you'll ever get in that pussy. But you can help me get in it," Michael said with a sneer. He leaned his body up slightly and grabbed the base of his own dick. He then began to slap it against Polly's wet center. "Put my cock in this tight cunt, Mason."

Polly moaned, not only from the feel of the heavy cock slapping her sensitive flesh, but from the idea of Mason helping Michael fuck her.

Mason didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled Michael's jeans down a bit more so that his upper thighs were exposed. "Just take them the fuck off," Michael growled in frustration as his knees were bound.

Mason tugged at the dirty, sweat-covered denim until the jeans were finally discarded into the pile of clothing on the floor.

"Now put my filthy fucking dick in her," Michael growled again as he forced eye contact with Mason.

Mason grabbed the cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes to ensure it was raging hard. The precum and spit had dried on it, and it was angry and throbbing from the slight friction.

Michael lifted Polly up slightly as Mason angled the cock head toward her hole. Mason coated the tip in the slick pussy juice that flowed from her.

"Mason...baby, please," Polly begged at the slow torture. "I neeee..."

Before she could finish, Mason pushed the tip inside. Michael lowered her as Mason continue to guide it in.

After she was fully seated on his cock, Mason ran his finger along the edge of her pussy where it was stretched tight. He traced all the way around, admiring how full she looked.

"She needs that stretch. Just like you do," Michael said as he felt Mason's finger circle them. "The only cock that can do that to you is mine. Never forget that," he said to Polly. But the words were meant for both of them.

Michael began to pump up into Polly's pussy as he held her hips to bounce her. "Oh God that feels soooo..." Polly started.

"Turn around, slut," Michael said gruffly. Polly quickly pulled off Michael's cock and laid chest down on him. "Take my cock in the pussy again. That's right. All of it. See, Mason...that's a good slut. You know what the pussy again. That's right. All of it. See, Mason...that's a good slut. You know what the purpose of a slut is, don't you, Polly?"

"N-no," she said and he spanked her ass almost immediately. "No, daddy!"

"A slut's purpose in life is to please...men," Michael said as he began to fuck her on his dick. He was so deep she could feel the pinch as he bottomed out. "To give yourself to them. For their use. Do you want to be used, Polly?"