Daddy's Angels: Sorority Rivalry

**SORORITY QUEEN**

Lana was a member of the Beta Phi Omega sorority of her university.

There was tension in the air at the sorority house. Their sorority was in trouble with debt. They had amassed bills for all their partying. The bank threatened to take the sorority house. The mansion, having been home to generations of college girls, would soon be foreclosed.

Lana was standing on the top step of the curved stairs looking down on her sorority sisters lying like soldiers fallen in battle. Jia, who was the head cheerleader of the college, was crying into her scarf. The prima ballerina of the dance club, Alexa, was begging on phone with the bank accountant. Everyone was desperate - yet powerless - to save the sorority.

Sophia was leaning on a pillar across the room. "We're fucked," she said. Sophia was Lana's senior. She was classy and sophisticated. And she always was jealous of Lana. Sophia desired to be the sorority queen, but being less popular than Lana despite trying so hard made her hate Lana.

"Time for a miracle," Lana said in a voice above the despair.

"So I guess you can save us with a miracle, Lana?" Sophia curled her lip and sneered. "With what? Your Instagram followers?"

All the other girls looked up between the two alphas.

Lana just slowly smiled back. She came down the stairs, step by step, hips swinging, eyes on Sophia's. She responded, "Yes. I can save us."

Lana didn't explain. She didn't need to. She walked past them all, went out the front door and vanished into the night.

The bank phoned the next morning. The debt had been paid off by an anonymous wire transfer. Plus some additional couple of hundred thousand for "fun".

The sisters went crazy and started shouting and hugging. They referred to it as "Lana's Miracle". Lana was crowned Queen of the sorority.

Sophia was roiling with inner rage in the corner. The crown which was supposed to go to Sophia - now Lana wore it. She knew that there was something dirty about Lana's "miracle." Sophia needed to dig deeper to find the evidence.

**THE THEFT**

The sorority house raged with Lana's victory party that night. Sophia stealthily climbed up to the upper floor. She secretly entered into Lana's bedroom. She went straight for her purse dumped on the vanity - digging through lip gloss and mints until she found Lana's phone.

No passcode. Sophia opened the Messages application and she was shocked.

There were hundreds of messages. All to a single contact with a name "Daddy". As Sophia scrolled her thumb, she could not help but swallow.

"Daddy, thanks for the money, my sisters think I'm a saint but you know I'm not, I'm just your nasty slut," one message read.

"Daddy, I didn't put on any panties today like you told me and sat through the chapter meeting with a dripping tight pussy," another message read.

"Daddy, I've been training my throat all week like you commanded. It's so stretched now, can't wait until I get to choke on that big black cock again. I want to be your perfect throat slut, Daddy."

Sophia's lips parched up. She continued to scroll, further into the depravity.

Then she came across a picture.

Lana was on all fours with her tongue out. Cum dripped down her face. There was a cock next to her in the picture which seemed like it was of a horse. It was the biggest cock Sophia had ever seen. In the photo, Lana's face seemed tiny next to it.

A feeling of heat suddenly washed over Sophia between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together but that didn't help the ache. Her panties were already dampening, her breath coming in short gasps as she imagined being in that position - on her knees, degraded, used like a toy by a man with such a magnificent cock.

She scrolled to the latest message. Just received from "Daddy", an hour ago:

"All yours - meet me at my villa. 224 West End 4B. My cock's twitching to fuck your face again."

Sophia dismissed the notification and wiped the screen. She returned the phone to the exact spot where she had found it.

This was it!

Sophia ran back to her room. So many thoughts were racing inside her head.

This man was the secret Lana was hiding. He was the secret benefactor. Because he could save the sorority for Lana, she was crowned queen of the sorority. But if Sophia could have him instead, she could do so much more.

Whoever this "Daddy" was, Sophia had to steal him from Lana. With him, she might finally be able to prove her superiority.

But that wasn't all.

There was one bigger reason why Sophia wanted to steal him from Lana. Sophia also needed to feel just as Lana did in that photo.

Not only revenge - Sophia needed to know what it felt like to be completely owned by a cock that massive.

In reality, Sophia had an oral fixation. It all started when she first discovered an NSFW sub on Reddit about deepthroat. It was geared towards guys but it still made her feel kind of hot. Looking at girls who can take cock really deep down their throat. Viewing super sloppy blowjob videos. It quickly became Sophia's secret obsession. She would spend hours watching blowjob tutorials, how professional porn actresses opened their throats to accept massive shafts.

Though Sophia had an oral fixation, she never had the chance to really indulge in it. It was not enough to give blowjobs to immature guys in her college as they felt too timid and unsatisfying. They'd cum in thirty seconds and apologize for being barely average.

The only way for her to truly enjoy oral was practicing on her dildo - a massive 10-inch toy - the biggest one she could buy. She'd

it was a real cock that could completely own her. She'd go for hours sucking on her dildo, her throat raw and her eyes watering, chasing that feeling of true submission she saw in the videos. Still it wasn't enough.

Underneath, Sophia had always desired a real cock that could completely own her. A real man who could throatfuck her till she could not breathe, till she cried mascara tears.

Looking at that huge cock in Lana's phone, she knew she had found just the one. A big black cock she could suck with her own throat.

Whatever it took, no matter what. She would finally use all her throat-fucking practice to prove she was better than Lana, and steal "Daddy" from her.

She found the shortest skirt she had - a black leather micro-skirt that barely covered her ass - and a blouse with no sleeves, sheer white so her tits would be visible underneath.

Next she took out a beautiful black choker necklace - thick leather with a silver ring in the front, the kind that looked like it belonged on a collar. Sophia took longer to pick out her choker than her clothes. She put it around her neck, tight enough to feel restrictive, to remind her with every swallow what she was about to do. To subliminally plant the idea of her choking on his dick.

She applied her makeup - smoky eyes that would run when she cried, dark red lipstick that would smear all over his shaft. She wanted to look like a ruined mess by the end of the night.

Before leaving, she looked at herself in the mirror. "You're going to be his best little cocksucker," she whispered to her reflection, feeling her pussy clench at the thought. "You're going to make him forget all about Lana. You're going to be his new slut."

**SOPHIA'S SUBMISSION**

Sophia was already wet with anticipation when she reached the villa. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to her swollen lips. She rang the bell, her heart hammering against her ribs.

When the door opened, Drake was there.

She expected Drake to be huge but he was much taller than she'd imagined - at least six-foot-four, with shoulders that filled the doorway. He had dark chocolate brown skin that looked smooth and powerful in the dim light.

She could make out the outline of his muscular chest and his arms - thick biceps, broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to powerful legs. He wore loose sweatpants that did nothing to hide the massive bulge showing through his pants.

Drake was the most attractive man she'd ever laid her eyes on. Just his presence radiated dominance and sexual power. She felt weak in the knees.

He raised one of his eyebrows and looked at Sophia. "Who are you? Where is Lana?" his deep voice rumbled, vibrating through her core.

"Well I'm like Lana, but only better," Sophia said, her voice breathier than she intended.

She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

The villa smelled like sex - thick, heavy, intoxicating. She could smell cum and sweat mingled in the air, and it made her mouth water.

Drake spun around slowly, his eyes narrowing. "You broke into my home to tell me that you are better than Lana?"

"I didn't break in. I... I just accepted your invitation before Lana." Sophia's heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. "I know what you did for her. The money for the sorority. I want the same deal, but I can offer you something that she can't."

"And what's that?" Drake stepped closer.

Sophia could feel the heat coming off of him, could smell his masculine scent - cologne mixed with something raw and sexual. His presence was overwhelming, making her feel small and vulnerable in the best possible way.

"My throat," Sophia whispered shakily, although her eyes were steady. "But it's better. With me you can go deeper. And I don't have a gag reflex." She paused, licking her lips as she stared at the bulge in his pants.

Drake's lips twitched. He walked around her, inspecting her body like he was appraising livestock. His finger slowly glided down her collarbone, tracing the line of her choker. "Usually, pretty girls like you, are all talk," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You think that just because you have a tight body you'll be able to handle me?"

"I can take anything you give me," Sophia replied obediently, her voice dropping into a submissive register she'd never used before. "I've touched myself every night sucking on a toy imagining it's a real cock. I know I'm ready for you. Please, I'll prove I am better than her."

She fell to her knees right on the ground. "Let me show you what my mouth can do."

She grabbed his waistband with trembling hands and pulled down his pants. His cock sprang free. It made Sophia whimper.

It was monstrous. Heavy, thick and veined, with a fat head that was already glistening with precum. It was only half-hard, but it was still bigger than any erect cock she'd ever seen - as thick as her wrist, easily ten inches even while soft, with heavy balls that hung low and full beneath it. The smell hit her immediately - musky, masculine, intoxicating. It made her head spin.

"Holy fucking shit," she whispered, her eyes wide and worshipful. "It's even bigger than the pictures. It's fucking perfect."

"Scared, princess?" Drake taunted, smirking down at her. "You know what, I'll admit you're better than Lana if you can take even half of it."

Sophia said, "Whatever it takes. I'll prove it." She looked up at him with big doe eyes, her lips parted, her breath hot against his shaft.

Sophia started with worshipful licks. She licked her tongue from bottom to top, from the base all the way to the fat head, enjoying the taste - salty, musky, masculine. She moaned as she tasted him, the sound vibrating against his flesh.

Then she opened her mouth wide and took the first two inches, hollowing her cheeks to create suction. There was a wet pop as he pulled her face back.

"That's all you can take?" Drake teased. "My cock's not even hard yet and you're already struggling?"

Sophia's large doe eyes gazed up at him, filled with determination. But she was just getting started. She had so much more to show him.

"Let's play a game," she said, her voice going down into a filthy purr. "Let's see what gets your beautiful cock hard. I want to feel you getting bigger in my mouth."

With her tongue she swirled around the fat head and pushed into the slit, collecting the precum that was beading there. Drake's cock grew stiffer as it vibrated against her lips, thickening and lengthening.

"You liked that? What about this?"

She rinsed his balls with her mouth, sucking each one softly into her mouth, rolling them on her tongue, moaning at the weight of them. "Your balls are so full. I want to drain them. I want to taste every drop of your thick cum."

She swallowed his balls one by one, trying to hold her breath longer, trying to take more of them, drooling all over herself until her jaw ached.

"I already know you like it when I talk like a dirty little slut." she whispered, caressing him with both her hands. "But let's try some words, shall we? Sir..." She licked up the underside of his shaft. "Master..." She sucked the head briefly. "Daddy."

Drake's cock thickened until it couldn't possibly be larger. It was already over 12 inches long, maybe 13, and as thick as a soda can, with veins running along the shaft like rivers. The head was massive, leaking a constant stream of precum now.

"You love that, didn't you? When a spoiled little brat calls you Daddy as she chokes on your cock?" Sophia continued, stroking him with both hands now, her spit making him slick.

Drake's eyes glimmered with desire, dark and hungry. "Yes, take it all then," Drake barked and pulled her hair like reins, guiding her mouth back to his cock. "Show me you're not just a tease. Show me you're actually the suckslut you claim to be."

Sophia opened her throat and pushed forth. The stretch was obscene - her jaw ached immediately, her lips burning as they stretched around his girth. She could feel all his veins as he invaded her mouth, pulsing against her tongue.

Two inches. Three. Four.

"Relax that throat, slut," Drake ordered, his voice commanding and deep.

She did. She pushed herself in deeper, forcing her throat to open, to accept him. Her eyes were filled with tears and she had mascara streaming down her face, black rivers on her cheeks. She wanted to look ruined for him. She wanted to look like a properly face-fucked whore.

Five inches. Six.

"Let's see how long that choker lasts with my cock pushing against your throat," Drake snarled, his grip tightening in her hair.

Sophia couldn't breathe. She didn't want to. She was high on submission, on the degradation, on the feeling of being completely owned by this magnificent cock. Her throat bulged with the outline of his cock - visible from the outside, her neck distending to accommodate his girth.

Seven inches.

"Oh God, look at you," Drake groaned, his head falling back. "You actually are better than Lana, she couldn't go this deep on her first try. Look at your throat bulge - fuck, you really are a natural cocksucker, aren't you?"

Sophia pulled back, gasping, her face smeared with tears and spit, her lipstick completely ruined, her eyes glazed with lust. She did it! She had proven herself to be the queen cocksucker.

"I told you Daddy," she whispered, her voice raspy from the throat-fucking. "I told you that I am better than her. I've been practicing for this moment my whole life. I was born to suck your cock, Daddy."

Drake grabbed her hair roughly. "Mmmph. How come such a pretty young girl like you is so nasty? How did you become such a perfect little cum-slut?"

"I've always been this way," Sophia admitted, looking up at him with adoring, submissive eyes. "I just needed the right cock to bring it out of me. I needed a real man, a Daddy with a cock worth worshipping. Please, use me. I'm begging you. Fuck my face until I can't breathe. Make me your personal fleshlight."

Then, Drake started to fuck her face. He took hold of her head with both hands and started to push. Each stroke was firm, deep and merciless. He wasn't gentle - he was using her for his pleasure, treating her like the throat-fuck toy she wanted to be. The sound of his hips smacking against her face filled the room - wet, obscene, rhythmic.

Sophia thought she knew what facefucking was. She'd watched the videos. She had experimented with dildos, holding them in place and thrusting her head down on them. Nothing though could have set her up for Drake fucking her throat like a pussy.

She began to drool and slobber all over, her spit running down her chin, coating his balls, dripping onto her exposed cleavage. Drake's cock rammed her throat, her choker convulsing around her neck with each thrust, the leather pressing against her skin as her throat bulged around his shaft.

"That's it - make those pretty throat noises for me," Drake commanded. "I want to hear you choking. I want to hear what it sounds like when a proper slut gets her throat fucked."

Sophia thrust her hands down into her panties, rubbing her clit with wild passion. She was soaked - her fingers came away dripping. She was going to cum just from being used like this, just from being his cock-sucking whore.

"Look at you," Drake laughed, his voice husky with pleasure. "You're going to cum, just from getting your throat fucked, aren't you? Dirty little whore. You really are addicted to this. I'm going to use your throat as my personal little fleshlight from now on."

She nodded frantically, her nose rubbing against his pubic bone as he held her down, buried to the root in her throat. As Drake's heavy cock hit her face, she rolled her eyes back with ecstasy.

Sophia came with her fingers working on her clit and her body shaking violently, her orgasm ripping through her without warning, making her scream around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder.

Drake pulled out, leaving her gasping, her throat raw and used. Sophia's spit was all over him, on his dick and dripping down her choker, mixing with her tears and ruined makeup. She felt used. She felt perfect. She felt like she had finally found her purpose.

"Godddd, I have never had an orgasm like this before!" she cried out, her body still trembling from aftershocks. "Now I know why Lana became a sex slave for you. Your cock is fucking magical, Daddy. I need it every day. Please.... I'll do anything - I'll suck you under your desk while you work, I'll wake you up with my mouth every morning, I'll go down on my knees for you in public, anywhere, anytime. Just please, make me your dirty little freeuse throatslut."

Sophia grabbed her phone with shaky hands. She took a picture of herself with Drake's dick resting on her face, her tongue out, her face a mess of spit and tears and ruined makeup. She sent it to Lana with one message:

"It looks like your crown is not so safe anymore, you stupid bitch. Daddy's got a new favorite toy. And I'm going to drain his balls every day until he forgets your name. He's mine now."

She hit send, feeling a vicious thrill of victory.

**BIRTHDAY ORGY**

Lana received the message. She saw Sophia's ruined face, her eyes rolling back, Drake's massive cock resting on her cheek like a trophy.

Lana experienced envy, but she did not break down. She was the Queen and she knew how to keep her King.

Sophia thought that she could steal Drake from her. Lana had to win him back. So she decided to make Drake's upcoming birthday a night he would never forget.

She needed to remind Drake why he had chosen her first, why she was his queen slut. But for that, it would take more than just one Lana.

So, on the day of Drake's birthday, his villa's doorbell rang. He opened the door, expecting Sophia.

It was Lana. Her sheer white babydoll dress was just about transparent, showing off her lace white lingerie underneath. She looked like a bride on a wedding day if the bride dressed only to get violated. Her nipples were hard and visible through the fabric.

"Happy birthday, Daddy," Lana breathed, her voice dripping with sex. Her eyes were alight with determination mixed with lust.

"Why are you down here?" Drake asked, his eyebrow raised, though his eyes were already roaming over her body appreciatively.

"I planned a birthday surprise for you," Lana giggled. "Actually... two surprises. Have you met my sorority sisters?"

Two women sprang up from behind Lana - Alexa and Jia - who had crowned Lana queen after she convinced Drake to save their sorority.

Alexa wore the clothes befitting the prima ballerina she was. She was in a pastel pink leotard that hugged every curve of her athletic body, with sheer white stockings that went up to her thighs. Her dark hair was tied into a bun on top of her head, so she looked like a good girl who had been corrupted. But it was the way she looked at Drake - hungry, desperate, like she was starving - that showed she was ready to be depraved.

Jia looked her polar opposite. Her skirt, part of the cheerleader uniform, was very short, barely covering her buttcheeks, and she wore white knee-high socks that made her legs look even longer. She had long tan legs which looked even more obscene due to her posture - one hip cocked, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt, teasing. Her crop top showed off her flat stomach and the undercurve of her breasts.

Drake's cock immediately started to stiffen when he saw the 3 young women on his porch. All 3 stood eagerly on his welcome mat, their bodies radiating sexual availability.

"I have to say I was expecting only Sophia today," Drake grinned, his cock already straining against his pants. "But this is quite the pleasant surprise."

Lana was the first to step forward, pressing herself against him, her hand dropping to cup his bulge through his pants. "Daddy, I know that Sophia wants to keep you for herself," she purred, stroking him slowly. "But I thought why settle for one... when you can have three on your birthday."

Drake partly laughed, partly aroused. "So, they're both my birthday gift?"

"Daddy, I just told them how you saved the sorority," Lana said coyly. "After that, they wanted to meet you to show.... how grateful they are."

Drake raised his eyebrow towards Alexa and Jia. They both took faltering steps forward, their eyes eager, hungry, practically devouring him.

"Yeah, she had us the minute that she showed us your dick pics," Jia flirted, biting her lip, her hand drifting down to rub herself through her skirt. "Once we'd seen that magnificent cock of yours, we begged her to bring us to you."

"Oh, yeahh! Seeing your big dick got us all fired up," Alexa continued, her voice breathy and cultured. "We couldn't keep our hands off of ourselves all the way, just imagining how it would feel inside us."

"Daddy," Lana went on, "Please, let us worship you. Let us show you how grateful we are."

Drake looked at the three beautiful women and he knew it was going to be the best birthday of his life.

Lana bent down and stuck her hands down into her panties, right there on the porch. She withdrew her hands and her fingers were glistening, wet with her arousal, coating her digits in thick essence. "See, Daddy? Just thinking of you... we're wet."

Alexa grabbed Lana's fingers, coated with pussy juice, and sucked them in her own mouth without hesitation. She licked them dry with her gaze fixed on Drake's eyes, moaning around the digits. "Mmmm. Sure tastes good."

Jia bent down and pushed her tongue in between Lana's legs, right there on the porch, not caring who might see. "Know what tastes even better? Straight from the source." She lapped at Lana's pussy through the sheer fabric, making Lana gasp and grab her hair.

The three girls played with each other as though they had been waiting for it all week, their hands roaming, their mouths meeting, their moans filling the air. They were in heat, right there in the doorway.

Drake watched, mesmerized, his cock now fully hard and straining painfully against his pants. Jia ate Lana's pussy while Lana kissed Alexa passionately, their tongues tangling, sharing the taste of Lana's arousal. Their moans permeated the quiet neighbourhood.

"Come inside ladies," Drake growled, taking a step back to allow them to pass, his voice thick with lust. "Before the neighbors become jealous."

The three girls marched by him, brushing against him, their hands trailing over the bulge in his pants. The atmosphere in his villa changed at once to a combination of perfume and pheromones - that intoxicating scent of horny women eager to be fucked.

"Daddy, I know it's your birthday," Lana said coyly, leading the way to the living room where a plush white rug covered the floor. "But tonight it's us who'll get the 'biggest' gift. Can we see it?"

"Yes," he grunted, already stripping. He took off his shirt, exposing his tall muscular torso - chiseled abs, broad chest, powerful arms. All three women gasped in unison when his pants dropped, his cock springing free - already hard, already leaking, 13 inches of thick, veined, black perfection standing straight up toward his stomach.

Jia's and Alexa's eyes opened wide, their mouths falling open. "Holy shit... it's massive," they whispered in unison. "Lana, you have taken this monster inside you? How is that even possible? It's bigger than my forearm!"

Lana smiled lewdly, already kneeling. "With that size you are going to struggle at first, but after you take it, nothing else will feel like real sex. You'll be ruined for all other men. You'll be addicted - just like me - unable to think about anything else."

As if worshipping his size, the three beautiful women knelt down in front of Drake, forming a semi-circle around his cock. "Oh please, Daddy," they all pleaded, their voices harmonizing in desperation. "Please, we're ready! Please ruin us with that big black cock."

"Fine then," Drake growled, stroking his cock slowly, showing it off. "Time to fuck your tight teen pussies. All of you on all fours, line up side by side. I want to see three dripping cunts presented to me like offerings. I want to choose which hole to fill first."

The women scrambled and obeyed, bending down side by side on the soft rug, their asses proffered before him, their backs arched, their faces pressed against the floor in submission. Lana in the middle, Alexa on the left, Jia on the right - a buffet of three dripping pussies awaiting his pleasure, all pink and glistening with arousal.

Drake knelt to thrust his cock along Lana's slit first, teasing her, making her whimper. "Take a look at this pussy, it's already so wet for me."

"Yes, Daddy," Lana pleaded, pushing back against him. "Please, fuck me first. Show them how a real man fucks."

With one fluid stroke he was inside her, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. Lana screamed, a sound of pure ecstasy, her body shaking as she was filled completely. As he started to move, his thighs slapping her ass with each powerful thrust, Lana cried out in pleasure, her fingers clawing at the rug.

"Oh fuck yes, Daddy! This is what I needed! Fuck me hard! Make me your whore!"

As Drake fucked Lana with deep, powerful strokes, his hands found the others. He wanted to sample all his gifts.

Alexa squealed as two of Drake's thick fingers went into her pussy, stretching her, preparing her. "Oh God, yes! What large fingers you have! I can't wait to feel your cock!"

Drake's other hand played with Jia's clit, rubbing circles around it, making her entire body shake. "Daddy, I need you too! Please do not keep me waiting!"

After a few minutes of pounding Lana, Drake pulled out and moved to Jia. "Now your turn, I want to see how well that little cheerleader pussy of yours can take me."

Jia whimpered as Drake entered her, slow and steady, giving her time to adjust to his girth. She was being stretched to the limits, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft, her walls gripping him tight. "Oh fuck! You're so big! I've never been this full before! I can feel you in my stomach! Oh god, it's so deep!"

"Take it all," Drake barked, grabbing her hips and thrusting in hard, bottoming out inside her. "Now your pussy belongs to me. You're my personal cheerleader fuck-toy."

Alexa was amazed, her hands going wild on her clit, watching Jia get ruined. "Daddy, I can't wait much longer! I want to get filled too!"

Drake obliged, moving himself next to position behind Alexa. It was the ballerina's turn to be defiled. "Let's see how flexible you can be with my cock rearranging your insides."

He lifted her hips higher, folding her almost in half, and entered her in one smooth thrust. Alexa shuddered with delight as she was penetrated at this new angle, her flexibility allowing him to go even deeper. "Yes! Yes! Fuckkkk, I've never experienced anything like this! You're hitting places I didn't know existed! Oh god, I'm going to cum already!"

The room was filled with the sounds of Drake's heavy balls hitting the girls' skin and their pleas for more, their constant stream of dirty talk.

"Damn, I love this all-you-can-fuck buffet of pussies," Drake growled, moving between them, keeping them all on the edge.

Drake went back and forth between them, fucking one woman while playing with the other ones, keeping them all desperate and begging.

Lana's entire body shook as he pounded her, her hands gripping the rug. "Daddy--" she breathed, her voice shaking. "Fuck--can I-- can I please cum? I've been holding it back, I want to cum on your cock!"

"Hold it," he commanded. She was on the verge of orgasm, trembling, her pussy fluttering around him, but Drake withdrew from her, leaving her empty and desperate. The same relentless force he transferred to Jia, who he shoved into next, fucking her with abandon.

Jia started babbling, incoherent with pleasure. "Uh, too much, I'm going to-- I'm going to cum, Daddy, please--"

"Don't you dare," Drake growled. "You cum when I say you cum. You wait for my permission like a good little slut."

Then he moved to Alexa and plowed her dripping pussy like it was his personal property, folding her legs back further, watching her face as she struggled to take him. "Please--" she begged. "I just can't hold it, it's never been like this-- I'm going to explode--"

But Drake was not deterred. He gazed at the three desperate sluts, who were crying like pathetic cock addicts, their bodies covered in sweat. They were totally out of breath, almost passing out from the denial of orgasm, their pussies clutching at emptiness whenever he pulled out.

Then he finally gave them permission, still pounding all three while they orgasmed. "On my mark. Cum together, you nasty sluts. Cum for me now!"

That was all it took. The three girls exploded simultaneously, screaming like horny animals. Jia was squirting, her juices spraying across the rug. Alexa was gushing, her body convulsing in the folded position. And Lana's whole body was convulsing, her eyes rolling back, her tongue out like a proper fuck-doll.

"So much--oh my god it's not stopping--" they chanted together, their voices hoarse from screaming.

Drake just continued to fuck them through their climaxes, not letting up, extending their orgasms until they were wrung out and limp. Lastly, he released them and they fell in a heap of tired limbs on the bed, tangled together, sweating and gasping.

"You're such a goddamn stud, Daddy. You made all three of us cum together," Lana said gloatingly, her voice raspy. "You own us completely. We're your personal harem now."

Drake glared at the three with a self-satisfied look, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with their combined juices. "Time for round 2. It's my birthday, and I'm not even close to done with you sluts.

The girls couldn't believe it. The three of them couldn't even get up yet, their bodies still twitching from the most intense orgasms of their lives, yet Drake was again ready to fuck their brains out all alone. His stamina and sex drive was unparalleled, inhuman. Now they knew why Lana was addicted to his cock - once you had this, nothing else would ever satisfy you.

In another room, Drake's phone rang. 19 calls missed from Sophia.

**ULTIMATE COMPETITION**

Sophia was flustered. Drake promised her he would spend his birthday with her, but was not answering her calls. She had been touching herself all day imagining the depraved things they would do, and now he was ignoring her. So she rushed to his home uninformed.

As soon as she arrived she blasted open his front door. Her eyes were shocked!

There were three women, naked and pumped out, sprawled out all over Drake's living room. Their bodies were covered in sweat and cum, their hair messy, their pussies red and used. The smell of sex permeated the space - thick and heavy and intoxicating.

Then she zeroed in on Lana. Sophia's face crumpled with betrayal and rage.

With anger, Sophia ran towards Lana. "You bitch. I'm going to kill you. You stole him from me!"

"How can I steal him when he was mine first?" Lana said simply.

"Fuck you," Sophia spat. "You think you can just bring your friends and replace me?"

Lana did not even flinch. She just smiled, lazy and satisfied. "You're the one who's late. We just finished celebrating his birthday."

Sophia was furious, but underneath the anger was fear - fear that she had been replaced. "Fine, let's settle this." She checked out Lana and then Drake, her eyes lingering on his still-hard cock. "Deepthroat competition. Right here, right now. The first one to make him cum is the Queen and the other one has to forget him forever. Winner takes all."

Lana perked up, curious, a competitive glint in her eye. "You're on, bitch. But you're going to lose. I've been worshipping that cock with my throat for months. You just did it once. You're outmatched."

This entire exchange amused Drake. He sat down on the sofa with his arms resting on the back, his cock standing straight up like a throne. "Two sucksluts battling it out for my load. This oughta be good."

"Let me go first," Sophia said as she knelt in front of him, determination burning in her eyes. "I'm going to drain these balls and prove I'm the better cocksucker."

Lana moved up to the sofa behind Drake. She pressed her breasts against the back of his head, using her tits like a pillow, her hands moving to massage his shoulders. "I'll make you comfortable while she fails to make you cum."

Sophia shot her an angry look. "So, Lana, watch and learn how a real throat-whore services Daddy."

Sophia did not start gradually. She just went for it like she had something to prove, like her life depended on it. She took him halfway down immediately, her throat opening, her eyes flooding with tears as she suppressed her gag reflex. She drew back and gulped air, then went down again, deeper this time.

"Fuck," she breathed, pulling back with spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Daddy... you feel like you're even bigger than before. But, how can that be possible? You're still so hard after fucking all three of them?"

Lana said from behind him, her voice muffled against his neck where she was kissing him. "Stop complaining and keep sucking. Daddy's always this hard. That's why you alone will never be enough for him."

Sophia glared at her again, but returned to work with renewed determination. After a few minutes of intense, sloppy throat-fucking, she had to pull back, coughing and wiping her eyes, her makeup completely destroyed. "You're up next, let's see what you got!"

Lana came out from behind Drake and slipped down to the ground, crawling between his legs. She picked up his cock in her hand, then licked along the shaft with a long, slow stroke of her tongue, collecting the taste of his sweat and the other girls' juices. She moaned appreciatively.

"God," she murmured, looking up at him with adoring eyes. "I can't stop tasting this, it is so delicious! I love when I can taste your cock mixed with other sluts' pussies. It reminds me that you're the King and we're just your little fuck-toys."

"Don't be so slow," Sophia snapped, her jealousy evident. "Hurry up, we don't have all night. Seems you're all talk and no action, Lana."

Drake interjected, his voice commanding and deep. "Don't fight, girls".

They both froze, looking at him with wide, obedient eyes. "You want me to cum? Work together. I want you both to lick it at the same time."

Lana stared at Sophia. And she saw it. The same hunger. The very same desperate need Lana experienced each time she saw Drake's cock. The same willingness to be used, to be nothing but a wet hole for his pleasure.

She reached out and grabbed Sophia's face. Sophia attempted to pull away but then Lana just... kissed her. Hard. Slow. Deep. Sharing the taste of Drake's cock between them.

Sophia's face turned into a surprised "oh" then... melted. Her hands rose to Lana, not to push her away, only to hold onto her, to pull her closer. The kiss was electric, filled with competition and desire and mutual understanding.

They separated and were both panting heavily, their lips swollen, their eyes glazed. "Why are we fighting," Lana whispered, her forehead against Sophia's. "He is big enough for both of us. We can share."

Sophia's eyes had a glazed look to them, the anger replaced by lust. "Yeah," she breathed. "Yeah, he is. We don't need to fight. We can both be his favorite."

This time it was a smile, not a smirk, on Lana's lips. "Let's show him how grateful we are to share him."

There was a change in Sophia's look. Compromise. Surrender. Acceptance of her place in the harem.

She spotted a pre-cum drop over the bottom of Lana's lips. Now her voice was softer, almost tender. "You got something on your mouth, babe." Slowly she lapped it off, her tongue darting out to collect the pearl of fluid.

Lana's eyes fluttered shut. They kissed again. Messy. Hungry. Sharing the taste of Daddy's precum between them.

Upon separation, Lana was smiling, her lips shiny. "I love how your mouth tastes like his cock."

"Pervert," Sophia accused, but she was smiling as well, the competition forgotten. "You taste like his dirty little whore. We both do."

Both of them turned around to Drake, crawling toward him on their hands and knees, their eyes fixed on his cock. "Are you enjoying the show Daddy?" they asked in unison.

"Yes," he grunted. "Now, I want you to lick together from both sides."

"Come on, babe," Sophia said as she got in on his other side, her hand joining Lana's on his shaft. "Let's make out with his cock in between our tongues."

They leaned in, their faces inches apart, the only thing between them being Drake's massive cock. And they just... went for it. Licking sides with their tongues at the tip, their tongues meeting and twining around his shaft like a double helix. Their tongues made out around his cock, sliding up and down, sharing the shaft, sometimes both focusing on the head, sometimes one licking the balls while the other sucked the tip.

"Holy fuck," Drake bellowed as he dropped his head backwards against the sofa. "Well, you two should never stop sucking my cock. This feels like fucking heaven."

"You deserve it, Daddy," Sophia whispered as she backed up slightly from the shaft, her hand still stroking him. "For having such a perfect fucking cock. We just want to please you. We just want to make you cum."

"I can feel it," Lana panted, her hand cupping his heavy balls. "His balls are so tight, he's getting close. He's going to give us such a big load, Sophia."

Then they said in unison, their voices harmonizing in desperation, "Are you ready to cum for us, Daddy? Are you ready to cover your favorite sluts with your thick load?"

Drake's entire body went stiff. His hands shot out. As his hips rose he caught both their heads, holding them in place.

"Fuck--fuck--" he growled, arching his back off the sofa, his cock throbbing in their hands. "Here it comes, you nasty little whores. Take it! Take all of it!"

He finally exploded. His thick and heavy spurts splattered their faces and into their mouths, rope after rope of hot, white cum coating them. It hit their cheeks, their foreheads, their chins, their open mouths. They didn't pull away. They just remained there, shuffling around him and picking up each drop, moaning as they felt him marking them.

Jia and Alexa had been watching them from the floor touching themselves, recovering from their own orgasms. They then climbed over, like moths to the flame, drawn by the sight of the cum-covered faces.

"Share," Drake ordered everyone, his voice breathless but commanding. "Pass it around. I want all my sluts to taste me tonight."

Sophia and Lana faced off with Alexa and Jia, with their mouths still full of cum. They came near to them and fed them, kissing them and passing the cum back and forth, let it spill over their faces and then licked it back into their mouths.

It was messy and uncoordinated and absolutely depraved. The four of them shared kisses, swapping cum, cleaning each other with their tongues, then licking all the other places that his cum had landed. They were all focused on worshipping the man who had brought them together.

The competition was gone. Just... evaporated. Replaced by a sisterhood in submission.

"So," Drake said off the couch, happy now, surveying his cum-covered sluts. "Who won?"

"I believe that we all did," the girls responded in unison, their faces shiny with his seed, their eyes bright with devotion.

Drake smiled, surrounded by a sorority turned into his personal harem. Four beautiful women who had gone from competitors to collaborators, all dedicated to one purpose: his pleasure.

Best fucking Birthday ever.