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Three whores and a mommy pimping them out.

It smelled of cheap perfume and sweat as I ushered my three little ageplay girls onto the dimly lit balcony of the penthouse suite. Their lace‑trimmed bustier strained over swollen nipples, gold chains glinted against their collarbones, and thin leashes dangled from the silver clasps at their throats—each tug a reminder that they were mine to rent out.

The first client, a balding businessman with a thick wallet and a thirst for debauchery, gripped the leash of my eldest and shoved her to her knees. He yanked her head back, forcing her mouth open, and shoved his cock deep into her throat until she gagged, tears streaking her mascara. I watched, fingers slick with my own arousal, as she swallowed every inch, her tongue lashing the underside of his shaft while he grunted, “Fuck, you’re a good little slut.” I slipped a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit fast and hard, feeling her hips buck against my palm as she choked and moaned around his girth.

Next, the middle daughter, was handed to a pair of tattooed bikers who liked their meat rough. One shoved his thick, veined dick into her pussy while the other pressed his ass against her face, demanding she rim him. She obeyed, lapping at his sweaty crack as the first biker pounded into her, her wet walls clenching around him with each brutal thrust. I leaned over, biting her nipple until she whimpered, then slipped a finger into her tight ass, stretching her as she screamed into the biker’s crack, her body trembling between two cocks.

Finally, the youngest, was offered to a shy college guy who barely dared to look at her. I guided his trembling hand to her breast, squeezing until she arched, then pushed his face between her legs. He licked her clumsily, novice but eager, while I held her wrists behind her back, forcing her to spread wider. As his tongue found her clit, I slid a second finger into her slick hole, curling it until she arched off the balcony rail, her orgasm spilling over his chin as he gasped, “I… I can’t—”

The strangers came and went, each leaving a trail of cum on their thighs, their marks on my daughters’ skin, and a fresh ache in my own cunt as I watched them being used, owned, and utterly ruined—exactly how I wanted them.

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