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Taylor and Megan were gifts from an old friend.


When we were younger, my friend and I would often go drinking. During one of these excursions, he’d met a nice girl, taken her home, fucked her, and snuffed her. She was begging for it. Why not?

Because she turned out to be the local don’s runaway daughter, that’s why.

By some miracle, I was able to pull some strings in my field of work and get him off the hook. My friend had always insisted that one day, he’d repay me double.


Which brings us to today. Taylor and Megan, his two daughters, standing in the living room of my small apartment. Two snuff sluts to repay the one from back then. I hadn’t expected him to give me his daughters, but after seeing them, I couldn’t find it in me to refuse. They had filled out nicely, to put it mildly.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Master.” The elder sister, Taylor, bows politely. “I’m truly excited to be able to fulfill my life’s purpose.” As she speaks, Taylor begins unbuttoning her shirt, her fingers weaving through the buttons with a mature, teasing elegance. While it was true of both sisters, Taylor’s bra in particular struggles to contain her breasts, biting painfully into her titmeat.

“Me too!” Megan says. She stands up straighter than her older sister, more uptight. The class president type, I thought. Seeing Taylor strip down, she fumbles and moves to follow. “We have been raised to be yours.” As she slips off her skirt, I notice that her panties are already soaked through. With each word, the wetness in her pussy grows. She takes the time to rub her clit as she slips off her underwear. “Please tell us how you’d like to use us!”

“That’s no good, Megan. Father always taught us to take the initiative.” Taylor is already kneeing before me, undoing my belt and freeing my dick, before confining them once again in her boobs. With a wink, she says, “I noticed you staring.”

“Excellent. You’re very observant.”

“Thank you, Master.” Her titfuck is slow and methodical. Each movement is considered, stimulating the whole of my shaft. What little pokes out of her massive boobs, she lays gentle kisses and swirls the tip with her tongue. Taylor stares up at me with her delicate blue eyes.

Not to be outdone, Megan runs up and kneels beside her sister. “W-Wait! Let me pleasure you too, Master! Taylor, let me help!”

I sit at the couch and watch the two sisters’ double boob job. Where Taylor is collected, Megan is desperate to prove herself, Her rhythm is frantic, nearly double her sister’s pace. And all the while, she keeps glancing at me, trying to gauge my opinion of her.

It’s too much. After just a few minutes of this, I cum all over their faces and tits. Taylor leans in and cleans off my dick, before turning to Megan and licking my seed off her sister’s cheeks and tits.

“How was it?” Megan demands. “Was it good?”

I pat them on the head and sit up. “It was excellent.”

“Phew…” Megan’s shoulders seem considerably less tense.


As Taylor finishes cleaning her sister up, though, I say. “However, I do want to make something clear.”

“Yes, Master?”

“I was only looking for one breeding bitch, not two.”

“W-What?” Megan’s eyes flick to her sister. “What’s going to happen to…”

But Taylor merely taps her index finger to her lips and offers a demure smile. After meeting Megan’s glance, she looks back to me expectantly without speaking a word.

“Well, I’d like to host a nice dinner party with some old friends, your father included. And good meatgirls are so expensive these days…”

Taylor nods along. Megan, however, looks devastated.

“But that’s not fair…” she said. “We’ve waited our whole lives to serve you, and for one of us, it’s going to be over already? How are you going to decide?”

I think about it for a moment. Both of them would make fine roasts, to be completely honest. It’s going to be hard to make a decision.

“There’s two weeks until the dinner party. The two of you will compete to see which one of you can serve me better,” I say. “The winner gets to decide if they want to be the roast, or to remain as my breeding bitch. How does that sound?”

The two girls exchange a glance. “That sounds wonderful, Master.”

Megan looks considerably less enthused. She puffs out her chest, shaking off the nervous energy that has rooted within her. “I won’t lose. Do you hear me, Taylor? I won’t go easy on you.”

A laugh. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

-

On the first night, Taylor shows off her riding technique. She gyrates her hips, she rocks her torso, she swings her breasts, she squeezes her kegels, all in perfect unison.

Her cowgirl is a dance of submission, transforming her whole body into a perfect sex toy. She moans as if she’s singing— no careless notes, only sultry, pleasured cries, timed perfectly in sync with her movements.

-

On the second night, Megan returns to the tried-and-true tittyfuck. Having been upstaged on the first day, she’s eager to prove herself. Her tits are smaller than Taylor’s, though not by much.

She grabs her own boobs hard enough to leave red marks when she lets go. Contrary to her sister, nothing about her titfuck is at all measured. Megan jumps all in, pounds my dick with her breasts hard enough that the sound echoes through the apartment.

After I cum between Megan’s boobs, Taylor pats her sister on the head and gently places her hands on Megan’s chest. “That was excellent! You can also try to vary things up a little.” Taylor sandwiches my dick between her sister’s cum-stained boobs and moves them, changing up the timing, the speed, the rotation. It’s not long before I’m cumming again. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

“Hey, we’re supposed to be competing here!”

-

On the fourth night, I come home to find the girls tied up and bound.


As usual, Taylor’s ropes are flawless, just barely cutting into her flesh and accentuating the meat on her thighs, on her tits, on her soft, defenseless neck, nearly begging to be slashed open.

Megan’s are looser, but her disheveled knots have their own appeal. The slight slack brings out the bounce in her breasts, and makes it easier to grab the ropes and twist them to constrict her breathing.

Her pussy squirts at the gesture. It take that as my invitation to string her up to the ceiling, her toes only barely touching the ground, and fuck her with only my dick to support her from hanging right there and then.


Afterward, to my surprise, it turned out that the girls had bound each other.

“Are you proud of me, Master? My knots are better than Taylor’s, aren’t they?”

-

On the fifth night, Taylor shows off the quality of her milk. She presses her breasts against me and raises her nipples to my mouth.

“Please, have a taste, Master.”

I suck, and the most exquisite milk squirts out of her breasts. I could drink this all day. And with it, Taylor’s sweet moaning melody is a full course for all the senses. Her other hand is between her legs, masturbating furiously.

After a while, Taylor taps my shoulder and backs away. “I apologize for my impertinence, but if it pleases Master, I have a second routine planned.”

“Please, the floor is yours,” I say.

She take it literally, kneeling before me, and lines her nipple up to my cockhead. It looks for a moment like she intends to return to the tittyfuck as well, but after rubbing against my dick, she presses and presses and pierces her nipple,

It is a tittyfuck, just not that kind. Blood and milk dribble down her underboobs as she skewers her breast with my shaft, over and over. Her face contorts a bit in the pain, but her cheeks redden and she continues masturbating.

By the time I cum inside her, the pain and pleasure have truly broken through her perfect visage for the first time— revealing a milky, cum-and-blood-stained painslut.

-

On the seventh night, Megan shows off her blowjob abilities. Right off the bat, she struggles to take my full length. Her movements are uneven, a full deep throat followed up with unsteady and uncertain licks.

But what she lacks in refinement, she makes up for in effort. Megan moves fast, all but impaling her head on my dick. As she finds her groove, she facefucks herself, getting deeper and deeper. The bulge in her throat gets more and more visible as she goes.

And after a moment, Megan places her hands on my fingers and guides them around her neck. A mischievous glint. She knows how much I enjoyed Taylor’s nipple fuck, and she intends to answer in turn.

I squeeze down on her neck. Her whole body shudders. She plunges her fingers inside her vagina.

Megan keeps going, plunging my dick deeper and deeper down her throat. Her face grows darker and darker. When I finally cum down her gullet and pull out of her, Megan slips off my dick and rolls onto the floor, into a puddle of her own squirt.

Her face is a deep purple. She isn’t moving. In her attempt to outdo her sister, she seems to have suffocated herself to death.

“Megan!” For the first time, Taylor panics. She throws herself against her sister and presses her lips together, breathing in air and sucking out my seed.


Thankfully, after a few moments, Megan comes to, coughing and sputtering. “Taylor…”

“Oh God, Megan…” Taylor embraces her sister, fingers trembling. “Don’t scare me like that, okay?”

“Did… it please Master?”

I stepped over and patted her on the head. “The dinner party is still a week out. I need the both of you alive or your meat won’t be fresh.”

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