A Girl Named Blowjob Meets Her Adoptive Mommy

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/ft, Mind Control, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Father, Daughter, MaleDom, Harem, Anal Sex, Analingus, Oral Sex, Scatology, Water Sports, Big Breasts, Small Breasts, Caution, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Amber (Blowjob) is a 14-year-old, genetically engineered, drop-dead gorgeous, synthetic sex slave in the harem of the Master. Today the Master introduces Amber-Blowjob to his beautiful 24-year-old slave who will adopt her. The Master "marries" that slave, making the little girl his daughter-slave. They all enjoy a pseudo-incestuous relationship. This story follows after "A Girl Named Blowjob" and "A Day in the Life of a Girl Named Blowjob."

CAUTION!

This is a story of extreme Male Dominance and utter female submission. The sex is down and dirty.

LOTS OF SCAT! If shit and piss are a complete turn-off for you, then stop reading right now.

Reader reaction to my previous erotic fiction would suggest that only a minority of readers will enjoy this type of story. Consider yourself forewarned.

PREFACE

This story follows after the two previous stories in this series, “A Girl Named Blowjob” and “A Day in the Life of Girl Named Blowjob”. It takes place in THE MASTER’S WORLD UNIVERSE. The nature of that universe is described most fully in my serial / book “WELCOME TO MY WORLD”.

Here is a brief description of how THE MASTER’S WORLD UNIVERSE operates:

The Master, a man with futuristic, hyper-tech powers, including the ability to read minds and to exert absolute mind control over others, possesses a hidden planet in another dimension that has been customized into his personal paradise. He is Master of everything and everyone there. The Master populates his World with two types of female sex slaves. The first type is ordinary women from earth. The second type is genetically engineered women he creates himself. From earth, the Master kidnaps and enslaves large numbers of beautiful women and teenaged girls. He brainwashes and reprograms them into ideal sex slaves who perfectly match his personal desires. He makes them want what he wants them to want. The women he synthesizes himself using genetic engineering and biotechnology are pre-programmed from the start to the Master’s exacting specifications. This is a story about one of the girls synthesized by the Master.


The Master had been face-fucking 14-year-old Amber-Blowjob, and sodomizing her, and ass-to-mouth fucking her, and coming in her mouth, and pissing in her mouth, and shitting in her mouth, and making her swallow it all, and biting her nipples and young tits so hard that he left black-and-blue marks, and thoroughly using and abusing her for almost 3 months. He took her with him wherever he went. He kept her under his desk at work with his dick in her mouth, or had her kneel on top of his desk with his fingers in her ass. He brought her along to orgies. He took her to bed on many nights along with the 6 to 10 or more other bitches he usually had each evening. He had made Amber-Blowjob suck his dick clean after the Master had buttfucked other bitches, so Amber-Blowjob would know the flavor of other bitch shit besides her own. He had her schooled and supervised by the teachers and the Matrons whom he had put in charge of his 14-year-olds. But now the time had come for Amber-Blowjob to be introduced to one of the Master’s 24-year-old slaves, who also had once been a 14-year-old daughter-slave of the Master, and now was about to become Amber-Blowjob’s adoptive mommy. At the same time, the Master would marry his 24-year-old daughter-slave thereby turning her into a wife-slave. Then the three of them could enjoy a healthy family relationship of pseudo-incest and actual Master-owned slavery.

The 24-year-old daughter-slave was named Amanda. She was a gorgeous young woman. She had the same complexion and hair coloring as her future adopted daughter Amber: platinum blonde hair with blue eyes and very fair skin. Amanda’s tits were enormous: 52-inch bustline that required an LL-cup bra. Her areolae and nipples were large and pink and as symmetrically perfect as her breasts. Amanda’s waist measured 26-inchs and her hips 38-inches. Having extremely large breasts was standard for many of the Master’s adult slaves. With only the rarest of exceptions, most adult women had bustlines the measured in the 40s, at least. Very few adult women had breasts smaller than that.

Amanda had completed her 6 years of being a working girl, and now was ready to settle down into domestic slavery and adoptive motherhood. During her time as a working girl, Amanda worked at many jobs, including waitress, masseuse, prostitute (for the Master, who hired her out for lesbian trysts, since he was the only man on the entire planet), store clerk, milk maid (lactating and giving milk at the Master’s creameries and also assisting other lactating bitches to give their milk, all of which was used to create dairy products for the Master, including butter, cheese, yogurt, and of course plain milk for the Master’s consumption), human toilet (for the Master’s exclusive use), junior college student, sexretary (for the Master), pornographic magazine production assistant, school teacher, and more. The 6 years every bitch spent as a working girl between the ages of 18 and 24 were her time to be used by her Owner in new and interesting ways.

The Master had relocated Amanda from her downtown apartment in the hip urban core of Master’s World known as the City, to a spacious house in the leafy suburbs of the Lower Village. The actual distance between the City and the Lower Village was only a few miles across the San Francisco bay. (The Master’s World was located in a parallel universe on a version of the earth where there were no humans except him and his female property.)

The whole of Master’s World was designed even more cunningly than Disney World. So, for example, within the Lower Village locations that seemed far apart were actually almost cheek-by-jowl. Winding roads and footpaths, trees, statuary, and architectural features served to create a separation between zones that felt greater than it was in fact.

The houses, like the apartments, restaurants, shops, and offices, required no work from their occupants to maintain and operate. Automation, including robots of all sorts and embedded Artificial Intelligence systems, handled all of the real labor. All that was required from the Master’s working-girl slaves and his adoptive-mother-slaves, was to take the food or goods proffered by the machines and deliver them by hand to the Master or whomever. So, for example, all a mother-slave or working-girl restaurant slave need do in order to prepare and serve a gourmet, five-course meal was to make some selections from a touch screen and then remove the resulting dishes from a glass-fronted cabinet. Preparation and cooking time for each course could be extensive, however, so for more elaborate meals, it was necessary to press the buttons well ahead of time. That’s why restaurants had daily specials featuring more elaborate dishes, and why adoptive-mother-slaves who were throwing dinner parties for the Master and his bitches as part of an orgy would have to press on-screen buttons well in advance. While the meal was being prepared, the bitch could then bathe, wash her hair, and make her body clean and enticing for her Master, the man who owned her.

Amanda had prepared a five-course meal for her Master and the new young girl she was about to adopt. She had worked hard to decide what dishes to make. Amanda spent over an hour scrutinizing the Master’s preferences in different situations, before settling on the safest course of mushroom soup, fresh salad, and filet mignon with baked potato, fresh corn in butter, yeasty rolls, chocolate mousse, and coffee. She also had red wine and sinsemilla of the right types to pair with the evening’s repast, as well as single-malt Scotch if the Master might want some. In a top-flight restaurant, such a meal including drinks would have cost over $100 per person. Amanda simply selected what she chose, pressed the OK button, and left the rest to the machines, without ever even having to think about money or the cost involved. Everything was free in the Master’s World.

The smell of grilling steak filled the kitchen when Amanda walked in to check on the meal’s progress. She wore a little black dress that barely contained her massive tits. Her platinum blonde hair was freshly cleaned, brushed, and combed. She wore eye makeup that was sure to run with the tears from her sky-blue eyes when the Master gag-fucked her, as he always did. The kitchen systems indicated that the meal was coming along nicely. Amanda walked into the dining room, where the table was set for 3. She could have had the robots put out the plates, utensils, glasses, and napkins, but Amanda preferred to do it herself. Amanda enjoyed touching the plate that her Owner would soon be using. She imagined herself kneeling under the table, bare-breasted, sucking his dick while he sipped his coffee at the end of the meal. She hoped he would urinate in her mouth so she could drink his coffee-flavored piss.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Amanda hurried to answer it, her tits bouncing up and down as she ran. At the front door, the Master stood with his arm around a little platinum blonde girl who wore a teen girl’s party dress. This had to be Amber-Blowjob, thought Amanda. She looked rather young for her age. Oh, well, it didn’t matter. The Master’s will was law. His desires were all that mattered.

“Welcome, Master” said Amanda as she placed her hands under her massive breasts within their confine of her black dress. She lifted them up and bounced them slightly in the gesture of offering the Master his tit property.

Then she turned to Amber-Blowjob. “You must be my new daughter, Amber-Blowjob” said Amanda.

Amber-Blowjob smiled. “Yes, mommy. Daddy said that you are going to raise me now. He told me to lick your cunt or your asshole any time you wanted. I always do whatever Daddy tells me. Daddy is my Master and my Owner. He owns me body and soul” she said in a sweet, young girl voice.

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