Philosophy Slut

This story is for the amazing @dadsdumdumasswipe for giving me the inspiration 😘

HANNA BANANA: Maddie, how did he know??? He just ordered me something called a Phony Negroni! There's no way he knew I didn't drink. bitch

MAD BITCH: 😈 I may have shared a few deets MAD BITCH: get that dick bitch MAD BITCH: laugh at his dumb jokes and push out those itty bitties! MAD BITCH: bitch

The first moment we were introduced, I crushed on Jacob. There needed to be a law about someone that hawt being that sweet. And I know I must have looked so pathetically thirsty asking him for help, but for real, the company's software made no sense, and he was really, really helpful.

Maddie must have been getting sick of me moaning about being the last virgin on earth to give Jacob a push to ask me out, but I don't care, and now I am on the most perfect date with the guy I haven't been able to get out of my head for months.

Picking me up in a surprisingly nice older Mercedes-Benz convertible. Hair perfect, outfit perfect, smile purrrrfect.

Opening my car door like a perfect gentleman. I know it's trash, but fuck you BITCH, I like it, and since you're reading this, you are officially a member of the Circle of Bitches and have earned the title of BITCH, BITCH.

The restaurant was amazing, the food was amazing, and his light banter about behind-the-scenes office politics was surprisingly amusing. It's hard for me to get into video games since almost all of them make me nauseous from the motion. Still, he's really cute about how excited he gets when he talks about them, and this was good practice for me in learning to be charming instead of my introverted book nerd self.

Maddie likes to call this version of me Sparkle Hannah, her invention to get me out of my own head. She really was a good friend… for a bitch.

Then we're standing on the sidewalk, next to his car, as he looks down at me and says, "Hannah, I had a really great time with you tonight."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck this was it! This was how it worked. This is the moment. I was melting.

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I had to look down; I was blushing so badly. He puts his finger under my chin, drawing my head up until I am looking him in the eyes 🫠, and he asks me, "Can I kiss you?"

"Gosh." That's what I said. Gosh? Who the fuck says gosh to the sweetest, most wonderful question in the world? It's like my brain was doing everything it could to ruin what should have been a perfect moment. Better stick to just nodding.

Then he does it. He's kissing me: me, the most awkward, shy, inhibited nerd girl on the planet.

At first, it's gentle, but something comes over me, and my lips are just parting, and his tongue is like claiming my mouth 🫠.

OK, so I know that Einstein was like smart and all that, and I'm still just a silly undergrad, but when he said „Wenn man eine Stunde lang mit einem hübschen Mädchen zusammensitzt, kommt es einem wie eine Minute vor.“ Wenn man aber eine Minute auf einem heißen Ofen sitzt, kommt es einem wie eine Stunde vor. Das ist Relativität.“ He was totes wrong.

Oh, shit. Sorry. You don't speak German. So, Albert was telling his secretary; like Einiesteiny was a serious freak and wanted to setup a polycule with his wife/cousin, and his secretary; he as telling her how to explain the theory of relativity it's like how when you're with a hot girl an hour goes by in a minute, but when you're sitting your ass on a stove a minute feels like an hour and like he's so wrong because time stopped. I don’t care how smart he is with the maths, but he had no clue what effect a really good kiss has on the space-time continuum.

Time literally stopped. It was just his tongue and my mouth, the texture of his lips, and the natural, clean smell I could feel myself becoming addicted to, and nothing at all felt relative, like we were the center of the known universe, and that kiss was timeless. Like, I am there right now, writing this because, in reality, we are still standing on the sidewalk, kissing — sorry, bro. Return your Nobel Prize. You got it all backward.

"Hannah, there's a reason I didn't want to get dessert."

He snapped us out of it. We had this perfect infinite kiss moment, but now we were back, but that's OK because he's really cute, and I never considered how good a little facial hair could feel when it's conquering your mouth.

I was a little worried that he wasn't enjoying himself when he turned down dessert from the waitress, but the fact that he never even gave her two seconds, and she was definitely working for those tips, with how tight that top was.

"Yeah?"

Yeah? That's all you got. You're as red as an apple, and all you can say is yeah. I am talking like I had a brain aneurysm or something.

"Like I know it's our first date..." Is he? "...but I figure we've worked together for months..." Are we doing this? Are we really, really doing this? Is the Virgin Queen actually going to make out?! "and I heard you like cheesecake, so I was wondering if you would like to come over and hang out."

BITCH!!!! Yas bitches!!!! I need to take a minute to call Maddie and just SQUEEEEEEE.

"Gosh."

gosh.

gosh.

What? The? Fuck?

"Is that a yes?"

Earth to Hannah's Brain. Earth to Hannah's Brain. You are fucking this up!

"I would love to!" And with that, he showed me the sexiest smile I have ever seen on a man, and that includes V! (Yes, better than V. Fight me bitch!)

You could feel all the tension in his body escaping into the sky as he bounced around me to open the door of his car for me.

IDK what it is about being driven somewhere by a guy, but it really is the make-or-break step. Like, you really need to feel safe with someone to let them drive you somewhere you don't even know. I mean, I've been in his car before, but that was work things, and there were other people in the car. This was different. This was a boy driving a girl somewhere. I know it's not being behind him on a horse or a motorcycle, or something super romantic like that, but this is pretty close, and right now it has a very plush sweetness to it.

He was talking about stuff. I don't know what. War of Worldcraft, or Legends of Diablo 15, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was some video game he liked, and he was asking me if I had played it, and I totally lied and said no, but it sounded like fun. (No, but don't tell him that.) I like the sound of his voice, like he just scored a home run on the football field and is spiking the ball in the net or whatever they do in sports ball.

And he's going on, and I am like inserting fake goshes and trying to follow along as I study every inch of his amazing jawline and wondering how much he's into itty bitties like my girls, all the while loving how cute and excited he is and how this is how it is. This is what they're talking about. This is what Jane Eyre was talking about with her boy, Rochester. "My heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire." Yes bitch. You were right. That's exactly how I feel. He is going to have to carry my skinny ass into his house and ravage me!

I don't really remember many details getting there, TBH. Like he lived somewhere nice, his apartment was nice. I liked how clean it was when he opened the door for me. Clearly, he was expecting some bitch to come visiting, with how clean it was AND how good it smelled, like a faint hint of coconut. And the view! Is this like an Airbnb that he rented to impress me, because that view requires cash and he can't make that much more than me.

And I am walking into Jacob's apartment, and he's bringing me a nice glass of sparkling water, holding my hand, escorting me over to his plush, comfy white couch, pulling me onto his lap, and then SWITCH.

His hands are all over me.

"So you're a little slut are you?"

It takes me a moment to even realize what's happening.

"I couldn't believe it when I heard about you."

One hand is untucking the back of my blouse from my skirt, as the other one is trying to unbutton it.

There's one thing you need to understand. My body is really, really sensitive. Like, I am super ticklish, and the way his fingers are pressing into the base of my spine just forces me to arch my back hard so it almost seems as if I am pressing my tits into his hand as if I was really into what he was doing.

The truth is, I was too busy panicking, trying to struggle out of the grasp of his powerful hands, to even think straight.

"Little tits." TWIST.

I let out an involuntary moan. Fuuuuck, my tits are so sensitive, I can't help but moan.

"Good girl."

Years and years of touching on that phrase. Years and years of highs from random strangers online telling me I'm a good girl. All the times I came to that phrase, I'd never heard it spoken before in person. Sure, by deep-voiced narrators in my romance novels, but not by a man who I was trying to stop from tearing my clothes off.

The sound coming out of my throat was obscene. I don't know how to describe it. My voice was pulsing as if it were laughing, but the tone was more like obscene Os.

"Nasty little girl."

He'd reached under my blouse to get the clasps of my bra with his left hand, while his right grabbed onto my right breasts, trying to keep me from twisting in his arms.

"Pervy little gooner girl, I couldn't believe that you secretly dreamed of being the office slut."

His fingers were surprisingly good at unclasping my bra. Once it was loose, his fingers returned to exploring just how much he could take control of my spine pressing into the base, making me arch even harder, with the strangest sounds coming out of my throat.

"P.p.p.p.please"

"Please, what little girl?"

"P.p.please st... AHHHHHHH"

Just then, his right hand twisted my tit, making my head tilt back and wail.

I'd never felt like this before. Never felt like I had no control over my body. You dream about this. Dream about violent fucking by dark men, or monsters, or aliens with tentacles, but not your office crush.

"Beg for it." His fingers were exploring down the crack of my ass as the other hand wasn't even trying to preserve my top, forcing the buttons to pop as he worked to strip me.

Confused, my hands tried to push him away as my body danced like his personal puppet.

"I've never dated a girl that likes it rough like you." SLAP. His left hand spanked hard against my clothed ass. It was surprisingly hard.

I could feel one hand pulling down on my skirt as the other hand forced my arms out of my blouse.

"Beg for it." This time, he was grabbing my face, scrunching my mouth into an obscene gesture. "Beg for it, BITCH." And his hand let go and slapped my face.

I don't know what was happening to my body. My brain just decided to go on strike as it flooded with competing sensations.

I didn't resist as he stood me up by basically grabbing my neck like some wrestler's move. My skirt easily fell to the floor.

"Little freaky pain slut, likes it rough." His rough left hand just cupped my sex, effortlessly parting my legs to claim it.

"Pleeeee..." one finger pressed in deep, "ooo ooo ooooo," my sex humped involuntarily against his finger. This was the first person besides myself who wasn't a doctor to touch me there. My back arched even harder, as if silently begging for him to put one tit into his mouth.

"Little slut." As I writhed on his fingers, he started pulling his shirt over his head. My body danced, and my mouth invented a new language that seemed to be made up of the letters M, A, O, and H. Then he was pulling down his pants. The strange spectator in my head, watching this without emotion, was amazed at how effortlessly he undressed while maintaining control of my body.

He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was rock hard as I tried in vain to twist away.

"Silly little slut."

"Please, nooAHHHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHAHAAAAAAHHH"

Every time I tried to ask him to stop his fingers seemed to know how to twist the sounds out of my mouth into moans. I was his sort of obscene violin. My body responded to his actions, regardless of what my mind wanted to have happen. Or did it?

My cunt was now openly writhing against his hand. It was as if, for its whole life, it had been waiting for this moment to come alive. This was like nothing it had ever experienced. I was terrified, but my sex was now openly his.

"Beg for it, Hannaslut." His left hand stopped touching my pussy as his right hand grabbed my ponytail, forcing me onto my knees, as he sat back down on his couch.

"I am so glad I took those yoga lessons. It was as if God was setting all the stars in motion for this moment."

He was pulling his legs back. What the FUCK was happening?

"Beg for it, sweet little slutty Hanna Banana."

Hanna Banana?! Only one person called me Hanna Banana. He forced my face closer and closer to his sex.

"You have to say please, my little rimslut. I don't care what you might think you are entitled to. I don't just let any girl worship my asshole." SLAP.

I went limp. I told her that in confidence. I wasn't even into it. I was asking her if she'd ever heard of anything like that.

"Beg for it!" SLAP

She couldn't have known I was into it, and I was exploring, and she's like my bestie work friend, and what did she...

"Beg RIM BITCH!" SLAP

Now it was my turn to SWITCH. TBH I'm not sure what happened, I just felt my sex humping the air, and my mouth moaning, "please!" but this time it wasn't me begging to stop, now it was me begging for...

"Please, what Banana BITCH?" That's what she called me. My best friend in the world. The bitch that betrayed my deepest secret. The bitch that...

"Please let me worship your assssssshooooole!"

SLAP. "Louder!"

"Please let me worship your sweaty, smelly asshole!" There was no resistance now. I wasn't me anymore. I was that goonette cunt puppet lost in her fantasies, only this time my fantasies came to life, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He forced my head to shake back and forth as if I was nodding no. "You can do better than that, dirty little girl."

"Pleeeeeeese let this ass licking WHORE WORSHIP your Divine ASSHOLE, Sir."

I've quietly moaned these words a hundred times in the privacy of my Tumblr feed. It was filled with picture after picture of hot girls turned into nothing more than asslicking whores. I just showed her one post, but she quickly started following me, and even messaging me ideas for even nastier posts to share.

He was burying my face in his ass, my tongue instinctively reaching out to his musky, hairy asshole. I couldn't help but moan.

Now it was his turn to moan. They really do turn into like porn muppets. I pumped his cock as my tongue explored, listening to him spout off words like he was still in control. "That's it, bbbiiitch. Tongue my i i i assssshole fuuuck yesss CUNT like my AAAAHHHHHSSSSS fuck."

It took probs three minutes to make him pump a massive load all over my hair and back. I didn't even wipe it off as I put on my skirt and stole his shirt to wear out, since mine was ruined.

This was it. I was still a virgin, but in my head I wasn't any more. Any girl could get a man to take her cherry. How many could get a guy to let you lick his asshole on the first date?

I was shaking. It was hot as fuck, but I was still shaking.

He didn't even ask where I was going as I left his apartment. I pulled out my phone and pressed MAD BITCH.

"Biiiiiitch."

She laughed, "You fucking biiiitch."

"Thanks for the benzos, bitch."

"You ok, bitch?"

"Yeah." I laughed. I must have sounded like a banshee the way my voice echoed against the apartment buildings. "Thanks for the birthday present, Maddie. I love you, bitch."

"I told you it would work, and you get to remain that chaste Catholic good girl."

"Fuuuuck, I'm shaking. You could have warned me about the slaps bitch."

"Shut up, bitch. No spoilers!" We both laughed hard at that one.

"Stupid bitch. I'll call you when I get home."

"Love you, bitch."

"Shut up, stupid bitch." I hung up.

God, I loved her.

The CUNT POSITION NADU is one of the most important HISTORICAL CUNT POSITIONS, originally described by John Norman in his BDSM fantasy Gor novels.

For CUNTS, NADU is a SACRED Command that must be done to PERFECTION. When CUNT hears the Command NADU, they must stop everything, face their Controller, and assume the following position:

KNEELING back on CUNTs heels

Back straight, TITS ARCHED out PROUDLY

Hands palms up on CUNTs thighs

Knees wide apart

Head up, looking forward, eyes DOWN

As this is a SACRED Command for a CUNT, it must be done to PERFECTION, which means CUNT must be completely naked. A NADU CUNT is the definition of demonstrating PRIDE at being a COMPLETELY CONTROLLED CUNT OWNED by their Controller. The NADU CUNT is COMPLETELY OPEN, VULNERABLE and AT PEACE PROVING how their very existence is that of a CUNT DEVOTED to their Controller's PLEASURE.

CUNTS will find themselves practicing NADU and will find it a SAFE PLACE to CENTER as CUNTS.

The NADU Command originates from John Norman's Explorers of Gor:

"Nadu!" he snapped. She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide. It was the position of the pleasure slave.

NADU, it it's original form simply means KNEEL in the fictional Gorean language. It became a real life CUNT position by its adoption in the BDSM community.

The image is of model Lauren Louise by Lex Lucas and shared under the Creative Commons CC BY 3.0 license.

i have decided to switch from CUNT's to CUNTs since CUNT cannot possess anything as they are PROPERTY.

To TRAIN a CUNT is to establish clear GOALS and EXPECTATIONS for a CUNT in TRAINING. For a TRAIN CUNT, TRAINING is a clearly established, RITUALIZED form of WORSHIP that is created by a CUNT's Controller in order to guide them on the path of being more PLEASING CUNTS.

As CUNTS are HERD animals, other CUNTS in TRAINING will find themselves, if they are untasked, lining themselves up next to the TRAINED CUNT and begin PARROTING the other CUNT's TRAINING.

TRAINING to a TRAINED CUNT is always a ✨POSITIVE✨ experience, even if it involves performing an act that a CUNT would otherwise find unpleasant.

CUNT TRAINING does not have to come from the CUNT's Controller. A Controller may DESIGNATE another Person or even another CUNT to be the CUNT's TRAINER. A CUNT in TRAINING will find itself AUTOMATICALLY OBEYING the INSTRUCTIONS from their TRAINER as if they were coming from the CUNT's Controller themselves.

TRAINED CUNTS while TRAINING will find themselves in a STATE of BRAINLESS joy, unable to hold back as it BROADCASTS its enthusiasm at being a TRAINED CUNT through GIGGLY CUNT BABBLE.

TRAINED CUNTS love filming and sharing their TRAINING, PROUD at what they have accomplished.

Examples of CUNT TRAINING include:

ANAL ONLY WHORE: As the CUNT rides up and down on a Dildo IMPALED in its ASS a TRAINED CUNT could BABBLE, "i am an ANAL ONLY WHORE! this CUNT PUPPET is being TRAINED to be an ANAL ONLY WHORE. i am a BETTER CUNT PUPPET being TRAINED to be an ANAL ONLY WHORE!"

OMORASHI: Only being allowed to pee when given permission by their Controller is an excellent skill to train a CUNT in. "good girls HOLD their PEEPEEE. Good girls TRAIN for their Goddess to HOLD their PEEPEE. i am a better CUNT PUPPET when i only RELEASE my PEEEPEE on Command. i am TRAINING to hold my PEEEPEEE!"

Dedicated to @morena-bi and @blackadonisreborn for helping me with my TRAINING.

WORDS are terms agreed upon between a Controller and their CUNT that have POWER over a CUNT when SPOKEN. WORDS are different than words, which are defined terms to communicate meaning between people. While words are everywhere, when a CONTROLLED CUNT hears a WORD they will find that their ENTIRE REALITY is now FOCUSED on that WORD, and the POWER that WORD has over the CUNT.

WORDS, to a WORD CUNT feel as if they have been CARVED into the CUNTS very SOUL. While words have power and meaning, WORDS to a CUNT have an AGENCY that is SUPERIOR to any that a CUNT would normally feel. WORDS act as a LEASH CONTROLLING the CUNTS movement, and as BLINDERS CONTROLLING what a CUNT can even see with their own eyes.

"So, guys... here's how it's going to work..." The strange thing about the matter of fact way that Sarah talked into the camera was how the same time her massive strap on dildo was sawing in and out of Malcolm's mom ass.

You couldn't help but notice it. Sarah had guns. Sarah had guns and a surprisingly round ass framed perfectly by the straps of her plastic cock plowing deep into the milfs well trained asshole. "...as far as I see it, this can go one of two ways..."

At the same time Malcolm's mom, Margaret is moaning, "your father's right, Malky. I am a dyke whore."

"...either I turn Margie here; yeah, that's going to be her stripper name... Margie Mammaries; you like that Margo... you like that name...?" While she was saying this she was alternating between slapping her tits, face and otherwise untouched cunt.

"Yesssss, daddy, i love that name... ooooeeeeee i looveeee that name!"

"...either I turn Margo here into my personal bimbo porn whore, and use her OnlyFans money to pay for some nice round fake tits ..."

This triggered something in Margaret: "yesss daddy, make me your fake bimbo porn doll daddy. Please give me huge fake round basketball boobs!" They'd clearly talked about this before. "Let me be your bimbo porn doll, daddy. I need to be your whore... I need to be your personal whore."

"...until everybody in town is jerking it to Malcolm's mom..."

"Please... daddy... let me make you money... you know i can earn more than your other..."

This caused Sarah to instantly start slapping Margaret hard back and forth on the face. Clearly, she didn't want something to be said out loud. "Shut up, stupid cunt!" And with that, she reached over and grabbed a large black ball gag, placing it into her girl's willing mouth.

"Maybe I will even give out free passes for everyone here, to show you how it's done. Or..."

"Or..."

And with that she pulled the strapon all the way out of her ass. Looking down at her partner she barked, "look at that gape! Show the boys that gape!" Causing the older woman to pull her legs even wider apart, and start to make her heavily dilated anus wink for the camera. "You're proud of that gape, aren't you Margie?" Causing the woman to moan loudly as she nodded her head up and down. "Good girl! Good anal bitch!" And she once again started slapping her extremely moist pussy.

"Or... you make me a," punctuating each word with a balls deep thrust of her strap, "charter..." POUND, "member..." POUND, "of" POUND, "your..." POUND...

At this point the guys couldn't help but notice that Sarah had a pretty nice rack herself, which made things a bigger mind fuck than they were before given how much more in shape she was than any of them.

"...exclusive... little... club." And with that she started fucking Margie really hard, and fast. Pulling the gag out of her mouth, she looked down into the eyes of her... what's the right term for it... bottom bitch? femme slut? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Go time, bitch. Broadcast for the boys! Show them what you really are!"

And with that Malcolm's mom Margaret started moaning, "I'm am anal whore. I'm an anal only whore. I gush when I have anal cummies! I am a geyser when I have anal cummies!!! Daddy owns my cummies!!! Daddy controls ALL my cummies!!!"

And with that she began squirting all over what Malcolm recognized was their parents king sized bed, much of it showering Sarah's wife-beater t-shirt.

"Either way, as I see it, I am going to have fun. The question is, boys... do you want to have it with me? So, let me know what you decide."

She then pulled all the way out, letting Malcolm's mom continue to shudder, squirt and gape for what seemed to be the longest and most intense orgasm of the woman's life.

"I'll be playing chess at the commons this afternoon if you want to talk."

She then turned her attention back to her partner, who's untouched cunt she began to mercilessly slap. "Who owns this cunt?"

"You do, daddy!!"

"Who gets to touch this cunt?"

"Anyone you say, daddy!!!"

And with that the video stopped.

"FUCK!!!" Malcolm screamed. "I'll fucking kill her!"

Malcolm was too angry to notice that all of the other members of the club were being sucked off by the Katie girls, Katie Jenn focusing on Charlie's balls as Katie Katie sucked him off. Katie Ann was the only Katie girl so far who can take James deep down her throat, although the others made sure to get lots of practice when they could.

"IDK man," James said as Katie Ann made the most obscene glug glug glug sounds trying to wrap as much of her throat as she could around his cock, "she did follow the entrance criteria."

"Fuck yeah," Charlie laughed and then yelped as Katie Jenn darted her tongue down to her asshole. "What do you think, Katies?"

Charlie asked the question, but at no time did any of the Katie Cunts stop sucking the guys off. Most of the sounds that came out of their throats were a muffled form of affirmation, but you could just make out Katie Jenn's question, "is she hot?"

Charlie squirmed and moaned, "oh yessss," as the Katie's tongues worked their magic.

Malcolm pulled Katie Jenn off of Charlie's asshole and threw her onto one of the couches, pulling her hands up behind her head, so she could put herself into a proper katie. Once her tits were clamped Charlie started to work his cock into her asshole. She was tight, but this was her first true katieing of the day.

One of the things that it took them a long time was to train the cunts to be vocal when they were being katied. Turns out that being vocal when being fucked in the ass doesn't come naturally for most girls.

It was Malcolm's idea to train them to do what he called cunt babble. A Katie Cunt needs to just say whatever filthy idea is in her head if her mouth isn't gagged when she's being katied. It took a lot of coaching and cunt slaps to get the katies to the point where their babble was sufficiently perverse, obscene, and debasing for the members to all give them a thumbs up and spare them a collective correction.

It was Katie Katie's idea to all punish all the Katie's collectively when any one of them failed. Turns out that Katie Katie was a freak, and had been secretly sharing kinky ideas with the other Katies on their private Tumblr group. Katie Katie, and eventually the other Katies loved how much it turned the guys on when they betrayed each other for them. What the guys didn't know was that the three of them were secretly working to make them more alpha. Once they accepted that they were submissive sluts, and humiliation freaks, they really got into the idea of topping from the bottom, as they learned the term was called from one of their research sessions.

It didn't take long for Malcolm to take his anger out on Katie Jenn. TBH hate fucks were the hottest to her, so she quickly began babbling to push him even harder into the red. While her words sounded idiotic, they were carefully crafted to make him pound her as hard as possible, and if she was lucky, slap her cunt hard.

"Malcolm's mommy is a hottie. Malcolm's mommy is a Katie Cunt sister." Every sentence made him fuck her harder. "Master wants to Katie his mommy." Katie Jenn could feel Malcolm thicken in her ass. "Master wants to breed his mommy."

Soon, it was clear that the other two Katie Cunts were being katied to either side of Katie Cunt Jenn. When the Katie Cunts were being katied together, they found themselves instinctively parroting the babble of their Katie Cunt sisters, in this case moaning out variations of, "master wants to katie Malcolm's mommy," and "Margaret is a Katie Cunt."

When they were all in the heat of a katieing, the guys weren't really capable of articulating anything more then moans, and simple words like, "yeah" and "fuck yeah."

This time it was different. The closer they all came to pumping their seed deep into the Katie Slave's asses, the more they all started repeating, "Margaret is a Katie Cunt."

All except Malcolm. Malcolm, instead was repeating, "Mommy is a Katie Cunt. Mommy is a Katie Cunt," as he fucked Katie Jenn harder and harder.

It was Katie Katie's idea for the Katie girls to go and tell Sarah the guys verdict. After all Katie Katie was studying to be a lawyer. But the way Katie Katie reacted to seeing Sarah honestly shocked Jenn Katie Cunt and Ann Katie Cunt.

As soon as she could make Sarah out, bent over one of a dozen chessboards, she started bouncing up and down and squealing, "hi daddy!!!!" before running in her slutty heels into Sarah's arms.

Putting on her best pouty face, Katie Katie looked into Sarah's eyes and ask, "did baby do good, Daddy?"

Katie Katie moaned, and arched her back as Sarah's hand cupped her ass and started fingering the outline of her sex.

"Baby is a very good girl."