Y/N gently spoke to Lisa,
"You can cum, pet,"
However, despite her desperate attempts, Lisa found herself unable to climax. The colleagues looked on in confusion, wondering why the shameless slut before them couldn't seem to find her release. Sensing their bewilderment, Lisa spoke up, her voice laced with need.
"It's because daddy has so much control over me. Until he touches my pussy, I won't be able to cum, no matter how much I try."
She gazed up at Y/N, her eyes pleading.
"Please daddy, I need you. I need to feel your hand on me, to let me shatter under the weight of my own lust. Only then can I give these men the show they desire."
Lisa's body trembled with unfulfilled desire, her pussy throbbing with need. She waited with bated breath, ready to surrender herself, knowing that only then would she be able to provide the depraved display the colleagues craved.
Y/N laughed in cruel triumph as the colleagues questioned whether Lisa's claim was true. Before he could reply, Lisa spoke up, a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Can't you see I'm not able to cum, no matter how much I try? It's the truth – I can't orgasm without daddy touching my pussy."
She gazed at the men, her eyes filled with a desperate need.
Shifting on her knees, Lisa pressed her thighs together, trying in vain to find some relief for the ache between them.
"Please, just let him touch me. I need to cum so badly, to shatter under the weight of my own lust. I'll be such a good, shameless slut for all of you, I promise."
Her words dripped with wanton need, and she could feel her juices soaking the insides of her thighs. Lisa was consumed by her desire, ready to do whatever it took to earn Y/N's touch and provide the depraved display the colleagues craved.
Lisa's eyes gleamed with wicked excitement at Y/N's words. Without hesitation, she turned her attention to the gathered men, her tongue darting out to teasingly lick her lips.
"As you wish, daddy. I'll lick every man in this room clean."
Her voice dripped with sultry promise as she crawled towards the first man, gazing up at him hungrily.
"Who's first? I'm going to make sure every single one of you is squeaky clean."
Reaching up, Lisa grasped the man's shaft, guiding it towards her waiting mouth. Flicking her tongue across the tip, she moaned softly, savoring his taste. Slowly, she began to lower her head, taking him deeper into her throat with each bob of her head.
The other men watched in rapt attention, their own arousals growing as they anticipated their turn. Lisa moved from one to the next, lavishing each cock with her talented mouth, her eyes shining with a depraved delight.
When she had attended to them all, Lisa crawled back to Y/N, her lips glistening with their combined fluids.
"There, daddy. They're all nice and clean, just like you wanted."
She gazed up at him, silently pleading for the touch she craved.
Suddenly the colleagues erupted in outrage, accusing Lisa of being a lying bitch who didn't want to cum.
"Why don't we test your claim gentlemen?"
Y/N stood up from the couch, his voice booming with authority.
"Gentlemen, get creative - see if you can make her cum without me."
Lisa's eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement as the men surged forward, determined to prove her wrong. She knew she had no choice but to submit, to allow them to do as they pleased.
Trembling, she lowered herself to the floor, spreading her legs in wanton invitation.
"Pleases, do your worst."
She purred, her voice dripping with sultry need.
"I'll prove to you all how much of a shameless slut I am."
As the men began to touch and caress her body, Lisa let out a series of desperate moans, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to find the release she craved. But no matter how they tried, she remained frustratingly unfulfilled, her body betraying her dependence on Y/N's touch. Finally, exhausted and humiliated, Lisa turned to Y/N, her eyes pleading.
"Daddy, please… I need you. Only you can make me cum like the broken bitch I am."
One of the men, yanked Lisa between them, yelling in her face.
"Y/N gave us the authority, so you better not go crawling back to him. As of now, we hold all the power over you."
Lisa's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she had no choice but to submit to their demands. Trembling, she nodded meekly.
"Y-yes, sirs. I'm yours to use as you please."
The men erupted in triumphant cheers, already reaching out to touch and grope her body. Lisa steeled herself, determined to prove her worth as a shameless, obedient slut. No matter what they had in store for her, she would endure it, desperate to earn the release she craved.
As their hands roamed her curves, Lisa let out a series of wanton moans, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to find friction. She was at their mercy now, ready to be debased and defiled in whatever way they saw fit.
As the two men began to finger Lisa together, she let out an amazed moan, her back arching in pleasure. The sensation of their four fingers stretching and filling her tight pussy was almost too much to bear.
"Oh, fuck!"
She cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.
"You feel so good inside me. Don't stop, please!"