RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

"What is an overdose"

[Climax is not only reached when physical pleasure is given, it can also be built up by Mental pleasure.

Overdose happens when a target has received enough mental pleasure to take her to her peak, but is yet to receive the physical touch that will send her over the edge.]

"So, you're saying that right now Martha is at a tipping point and needs just a push"

No further answer came from the system, but that was okay.

I glanced at the other stats especially loyalty whose movements were bizarre, the drop in trust and then focused back on Martha.

With my hands no longer squeezing her mounds and now on both sides of her shoulders, Martha who had gone silent was receiving no simulation and to confirm the system's words, I observed her more closely.

Though Martha still had on a tight expression and was glaring daggers at me, leaning closer I could hear her breathing coming out hard. Observing her a bit more closely I understand that Martha wasn't just still because she was pissed at my audacity.

With her hands to the side, not touching her body and her skin taut, the woman was struggling to control the pace of her breathing and also stop herself from giving her body any further simulation that would lead to the release bottled up in her.

With a smirk I leaned forward, resting my forehead on the door just above her shoulders and whispered in her neck.

"You look stuffed, let me help you with that."

"Marcus," Martha said, shaking her head, a tremble in her tone, yet desire in her eyes.

Perhaps yesterday or any time before now, I would have listened to this silent plea, but at the moment I had already come to understand that Martha was a proud woman.

Sure, she didn't go around being boastful or putting on airs, but when it came to the woman's core beliefs, something like her independence from a man or possibly everyone, she clung to it like a lifeline.

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The woman was a clear prisoner of her mind, she obviously wanted me, yet couldn't swallow her pride and surrender.

If I wanted to get Martha to succumb, I would have to break her and the way I had decided to do this was by outright bullying her using her one glaring weakness for me.

Her horniness.

"You'll enjoy this"

Martha opened her mouth to refute, but no words eventually came out as my hand went between her spread legs, making her freeze with her mouth open.

As I had before, I cupped Martha's pussy, and when her body suddenly began trembling, about to erupt, I kissed her neck.

Martha leaned into the feel of my lips, her arms flying around my neck and when my hand which had been rubbing her snatch slowly pushed my middle finger in, she bit my shoulders as a scream escaped her mouth, her little sister, not just leaking out a tone of juices but pouring them out.

Marth was squirting.

Prrsshhhh!!

Pushing past my fingers a flood of juices fell to the floor bouncing on it and spreading further while a significant quantity poured on my pants, soaking it with its thick slippery essence.

Despite holding onto me and biting on my shoulder quite hard, Martha's muffled scream still echoed within my apartment, some waves even escaping.

The woman's body trembled and spasmed in splendour as she had an earth-quaking orgasm.

Several seconds passed before Martha came to calm, her body collapsing into mine, exhausted breaths leaving her mouth.

Without a word, my arms went just beneath her fat butt cheeks, grabbing onto her thick thighs, and as I lifted her, other than tightening her arms around my neck as if fearing she would fall, Martha made no other move towards my actions.

I carried Martha over to my bed and gently dropped her there, my eyes looking at her beautiful body which while having its upper part covered was completely bare below.

Her wet dripping snatch revealed to me in all its glory.

I chuckled when I noticed Martha try to close her legs when she noticed my gaze. Unfortunately, the milf's legs were too shaky for her to move so she moved her hands instead and covered her vulnerabke sister.

Shaking my head at her still stubborn mind, I looked back to the mess on the floor, sighing when I noticed that other than a larger puddle at the front of my door, Martha's release had flown around and stained other things.

"Her daughter drenches my car, she tries to flood my room"

Sighing at the peculiarity of these two women, I rubbed the red bite mark on my shoulders, pushed down my pants and stepping out of them turned to Martha with my hard cock out and on full display.

I climbed onto the bed to meet her, but to my surprise, she rolled and getting to her knees while still breathing heavily, pointed down at the edge of the bed.

"Sit there, I'll get on the floor and suck your dick."

"Not a bad idea, but that will be later, right now I want to fuck."

Martha was at arm's length from me, and it took me no effort to reach out, grab her waist and pull her to me.

She tried to resist, but in no time she found herself with her back on the bed and me over her, the length of my shaft pressing on her snatch.

For a second, Martha was still, and just when I thought the feel of dick had broken her mind, she went ballistic.

The woman threw several fists at me and when I blocked them and pinned her arms above her, she tried to use her hips to push me away, that attempt though ended in her letting out a moan and collapsing on the bed as she had actually rubbed her pussy along my shaft.

With a smirk I began moving my hips back and forth over Martha's cunt, loving as she moaned and squirmed beneath me, her little sister being simulated.

"Marcus, stop..mmmhh...mmmh" Martha struggled within moans, her hips lifting up and also rubbing against me.

"Nooo....mmmhhh" the woman said, yet her body furiously ground against mine.

"Noo...."

"How about I make you feel much better."

Reaching down, I dragged my cock between Martha's lower lips, bringing it to the entrance, caution in my eyes.

"Marcus...mmmh"

It seemed impossible but at this point where I should have lost control of my body, where Martha herself should have moved her hips and taken in the thick meat that could quench the hunger in her, we both went still and a second later my dick left from her entrance.

[Name: Martha Taylor

Type: Potential daughter

Trust:27->25

Affection:82->96

Fear: -5

Loyalty:2

Horniness:99

Comment: Weak for Marcus Lawson]

Looking at Martha's stats, I sighed internally because it fell short in presenting what had just happened.