He ignored her surprised response and instead told Jenny, “Slut, remove my daughter’s clothing and make love to her.”
“Whut?” Tammy laughed, then went into a loud giggle fit as Jenny dutifully pulled her spaghetti strap top up, exposing her strapless bra. Jenny closed in on her mouth again while her hands explored for the bra clasps. It took a little time, but she soon had Tammy topless. The young mistress was just breathing hard instead of laughing by the time Jenny descended to suck on her tits.
“No… wait…” the young mistress protested, weakly.
Jenny let go of her tit and looked at Sir. He told her, “You may only stop if she forcefully orders you to stop. Keep going no matter what she says, unless she physically forces you away.”
She went back to sucking on her tits while Tammy whined “Daddy…”, but Tammy never told her to actually stop as she began squeezing her ass and rolling her nipple inside her mouth.
Her stretch denim skirt was a lot easier to remove, as were her flimsy panties. Jenny had little trouble finding her way in between the now fully nude girl’s legs. She looked looked up to see the young mistress staring wide-eyed down at her father’s new slave as she began nuzzling her pussy.
Jenny continued like that, trying to use her fingers as well as her hands now that she had use of them. She desperately wanted to shove the fingers down between her own thighs, but didn’t dare, because Sir hadn’t said anything about her being allowed to cum.
Sir asked his daughter, “How are her skills? I don’t think she has as much experience as you, so feel free to coach her.”
“She’s… pretty good…” Tammy said with a labored, breathy voice. “How do you… know how much… experience I have?”
“Your lovers in the house next door to ours both submitted to me years ago,” he told her. “I made the mother my slave first, then allowed her to remain employed and living on her own in exchange for the daughter. I have since given them to my elder son, but I still receive reports.”
“What… your… son?” she wondered, pumping her pussy against Jenny’s face. Her back was arching with every push, and her enormous tits were bouncing with the motion. Jenny was pretty sure she might be cumming soon.
“You will meet my sons later. You have met Ryan at the neighbors’ house already though.”
Tammy gave out a heavy breath and yelped, “Ryan is my brother? But, Daddy…”
Jenny didn’t let her hips go, so despite Tammy’s sudden protest she keep sucking, and Tammy was too far along to really stop anything. She went back to twisting and grinding against Jenny’s face.
“He already told me, Tammy. You go by ‘Tommi’ with your friends, so he didn’t realize who you were until he learned you lived next door to his slaves. That was after he had already fucked you several times. If you’re sticking to your birth control, don’t worry about it. He’s been avoiding cumming inside you ever since, he tells me.”
Tammy began climaxing. She grabbed her massive bosom and squeezed hard, giving out a whining cry as the orgasm swept through her.
She quaked for quite a while before she put her hands around Jenny’s head and urged her back up into her lap to kiss. Then she asked with a shy voice, “Well if it’s okay for my brother to do it, it’s okay for my father too, isn’t it?”
Daddy answered, “Unlike my sons, I only make love to dutiful, obedient slaves.”
“I wanna suck her. The table is sturdy enough, right?”
He agreed. “It is.”
She made Jenny lay out on the patio table while he beckoned for Ginger to come to him. As Tammy began eating her out, Ginger relieved him of his shorts, then began giving him head. He let her get his cock wet, but then had her come up into his lap for a chair fuck.
That entire time, Jenny was worrying about cumming. She couldn’t speak, so she couldn’t ask if it was okay, and Sir hadn’t said anything! Could she stop herself from cumming?