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A Sister in Need…..

This work of fiction is mine and is not to be copied without my permission, first time writing a story please keep comments positive or constructive, I don’t condone incest which is why this is a work of fiction so please don’t call me a sick pervert I have no control over what gets me horny and I can safely assume that neither do any of you. Be warned this story contains incest, anal, watersports, and enemas if none of this is your bag or any of it for that matter press back now, you have been warned.

When In Rome – 02

Author’s NotesNo romance in this one – it’s quite a bit hotter than the last (in my opinion). The “murder” that I’ve tagged this with is only mentioned in the first scene, which is not erotic. So feel free to just skip down to Lykos’s POV if you want.
Always open to feedback, or suggestions for improvement :]
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CHAPTER TWO:
Scene 01: Cassuis – Sex? NO.
Scene 02: Lykos – Sex? Yes. Father/Daughter
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes. Daughter fucked by father + brother.
_____________________________CASSIUS
They called him Death. At least, the superstitious plebs did. He’d heard from one of his father’s whores that they were too frightened of him to speak his name. That if you even mouthed Cassius’s full name after dusk, he would appear to kill you. As if he were a daemon with nothing better to do.
He rode ahead of his brothers. The people on the streets wouldn’t look at him. Every one of them thought that this was his doing. He didn’t blame them. If he hadn’t known for sure that he’d been buried in his sister’s cunt when the fucking murder took place, he’d probably wonder if he’d done it.
This wasn’t the first body they’d found, cut up in the same way. It was the fourth. In a week. He jumped off his horse and heard his brothers were following. A drunk in a stained robe kept his eyes on the riverbank as he pointed. His hand shook.
“Found her just over there. Sir. Heard you wanted to be called on if there was another one.”
The man was scrawny, his cheeks drawn in in hunger, and Cassius turned to shield him from view as he pressed a few coins into the man’s hand. When he started to thank him, Cassius’ hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword.
“Don’t say a word or I’ll cut your throat. Spend it on bread, not wine, or I still might.”
The man nodded and scurried away before his brothers approached. Marcus led the way, squinting into the darkness as he tried to find the body.
“Did none of you think to bring a fucking light?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I have one.” Gaius, the second oldest of five, stepped in front of him and they made their way down the riverbank. There she was, draped over the rocks like the corpse of a siren. Every one of the multitude of cuts in her flesh was surgical. Methodical. Just as precise as he’d have made them if this was his work. Whoever had done this.. he was a second side to Cassius’ own coin.
The first three dead prostitutes had been dark-headed. This one was not, and he felt his hands clenching into fists as Gaius stepped closer to her body with the lamp. Red hair was caked with blood and clumped around her face. It was still wet. He pressed two fingers against her wrist. She was still warm. This was a fresh kill.
“Did anyone see anything?”
Marcus shrugged, and headed off to talk to the people crowded at the top of the ravine. Atticus and Hector followed.
Gaius turned to him. “He’s a fucking spirit. A Daemon. No one’s seen him yet.”
“Does anyone know who she is?”
He turned back toward the hill as a scream pierced the night. A woman was fighting with Marcus, trying to push past him.
When he got close enough to see the woman, he realized she wasn’t a plebeian at all. Her clothing was expensive, cut perfectly. Her red hair was piled high on top of her head. A man stood beside her, finally pulled her off Marcus. It wasn’t until he moved closer to the light that Cassius realized he knew him. The first three dead girls had been prostitutes. The redhead on the rocks was not. Not if these were her parents.
“Cassius.” The man, Titus Tulia, turned to face him. His mouth was set in a tight line, dark shadows were cast under his eyes. “Is it Claudia? Is that my daughter?”
He had no idea. But Marcus might.
“Marcus.” He waved him over, and pulled him aside. “Is that Titus’s girl? The one about your age?”
His eyes widened. “Might be. I need another look.”
“Then go take one.”
It was. The girl on the rocks was not a dead whore. She was a nobleman’s daughter. And Cassius rode home with a blackened eye he gained while trying to stop the man from rushing down to the side of the ravine to find his child’s body in the condition that it was in. He’d promised to send the girl home to him, once she could be dressed. And cleaned.
He was in a strange mood on the way home, trying to figure out why the fuck he cared. He usually cared about no one’s feelings.
Part of him already knew.
She was a pretty young girl with red hair.
She reminded him of Callia.
Their father was waiting by the door when they arrived.
He stood silent as his brothers explained the situation. He wanted to go upstairs, to find his girl in his bed, warm, naked and sleeping. Alive.
“You know most people believe this is your work, Cass.” His father’s eyes narrowed as he studied him.
He clenched his jaw. “I was here. All day. And yesterday, as well.”
Lykos nodded. “I know that. Your brothers know that. But-”
“Who else fucking matters?”
His father regarded him silently for a moment, and nodded. “Send your sister to me when you finish with her.”
He accepted that as a dismissal. “I won’t be finished with her until morning.”
He found his sister curled up on his floor, shivering in her sleep. He lifted her as if she were no more than a child and put her down on his bed. She barely stirred. He wrapped his body around hers, tucked his face against her neck and fell asleep.
*LYKOS
He hadn’t intended to turn Callia into a whore. Truly, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.
He was quite attached to her, actually, after she was born. She’d been a clever baby, like his sons. And funny. He’d actually thought of sending her to school, like the nobleman’s daughter she was, and use her marriage to gain a powerful ally in Rome.
His wife, Lyssandra had intervened. She’d been right. The old bitch had a keen eye for talent.
She had hated his daughter, been cruel to her on the rare occasions they shared the same room. Callia was beautiful, like her mother, and his wife had explained her view on the issue. Men paid a high price for a beautiful girl, sure. But Callia was exceptional, eager to please, and more than that, she had good blood. One both sides. Her mother hadn’t been born a slave. She’d been captured by Lykos’ army, but before that she’d led a strange cult of women warriors that bastardized the Celts beliefs. They’d believed the Morrigan, a terrifying goddess of sex and war, blood and death, had called to them. Maybe she had. Callia’s mother was the only one they’d been able to capture alive. The rest of the women had fought to their deaths.
And one night, Lyssandra remarked that she’d finally found a use for the child. Callia had taken to her training like she’d been born for it. And gone were his illusions about a noble daughter.
She was just another whore after that. A whore he would sell like any other.
“How do you work out the cost?” Appius, his old friend and fellow soldier, inquired from across the room.
“My girls work from fourteen to twenty. They sell for the equivalent of their expected earnings for the remainder of their term.”
“So the older the whore, the lower the price.”
“Exactly.” He glanced up as a soft knock sounded at the door.
Callia stood patiently on the other side when one of his guards pushed it open. She’d obviously just come from Cassius’ rooms. You could always tell. She’d been scrubbed clean, washed and groomed, but his oldest son’s affections weren’t stains you could easily wash away. Black and purple bruises circled her neck, her bottom lip was swollen. When she turned around, her back was inflamed with fresh bruises and welts.
Yes, selling Callia was the best option. If -no, not if- When. When Cassius killed her (and it really was only a matter of time), he would lose money. If he sold her to someone else, there was still a chance she’d be killed, but at least he would get paid. He sighed.
Try as he might to deny it, he would miss the feel of his daughter’s mouth on his cock and the way her tight little cunt trembled when she came. At least it would take Appius some time to come up with payment. His daughter was one of his top earners, and still in her first year of service. She would not go cheap.
Appius shook his hand, and stared at Callia as he left. She smiled at him, blissfully unaware that that soon she would leave her father’s home and be at the mercy of a man she’d met only once. Lykos refused to feel guilty. It was for her own good. Better Appius than Cassius.
He snapped his fingers. “Come here, my child.”
She took in front of him, wide eyed, a hint of a smile still on her face. Her little tits were round on her tiny frame.
“Are you hurt badly, Callia?”
She frowned, and the purple bruise on her lip stretched. She looked puzzled. “I’m not hurt at all, Father.”
He sighed as he slid his hand between her thighs and worked a finger between the soft lips of her little cunt. Her head tilted back, just slightly and her little mouth opened in a sweet little moan.
She was wet as soon as his finger hit her clit and worked its way back down to her tight little hole. She was the perfect little whore, she even got wet for her own father. He slid his finger into her cunt, slowly, and her blue-green eyes met his. Her pussy tightened around his finger, and her hips rocked to meet his quickening thrusts. She looked so much like her mother.
He stood, abruptly. Undressed.
“Your mouth, Callia. Suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
She hit her knees, eager to please and wrapped her little fist around his cock. She stroked it, once, twice before she wrapped her little pink lips around the head and looked up in him. He liked to look in his daughter’s eyes as she sucked his cock. She knew it.
He could feel her tongue, hot and wet against his shaft, working slow circles just like he’d taught her so many years ago. She knew to get him wet first so that he slid smoothly into her waiting mouth.
She kissed the tip of his cock, sucked on it. His little girl licked her father’s cock like it was the greatest thing she’d ever tasted. He felt his muscles clench as he looked down at her sweet little face. When she finally sucked his thick shaft down her wet throat, he knew that he would not be satisfied with just one hole this day. He wanted to fuck all three.
He leaned back for a moment, just watching her suck him. The he took her by the hair and bent her over his desk. She moaned softly as she raised her tight little ass high in the air, offering it to him. He slapped her clit, enjoying the sounds of his daughters cries as he worked two fingers deep inside her. He positioned the swollen head of his cock at her glistening, wet hole and dug his fingers into her hips as he forced his cock in her tight little cunt.
She shoved her ass out to meet him, pushed her hips back against his, showing him that she was ready for his cock. He stroked the broken skin of her back as he felt her young little body stretch around him. His daughter’s pussy was always so wet, so fucking tight, and she gripped his cock with her little body like she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Please,” She whimpered. “Please, Daddy, harder.”
He obliged her, of course. He gripped the sides of her narrow little hips as he pounded his cock deep inside his own daughter’s soaking wet cunt. His second stroke was harder, her screams louder as he took what belonged to him. He owned her. Owned her cunt and her pretty little round ass.
“Hands on the floor.”
She giggled, he loved that sound. Loved the way her little cunt shook when she laughed and his cock was inside her. She bent over, balancing perfectly, her thighs close together. It made her wet, teenage cunt even tighter and he fucked her with rough, violent thrusts. He slapped her ass as he did, watching the skin grow red under his assault. He would see his own hand prints on her ass when he finally moved past her cunt. There was nothing he’d ever felt quite like sliding his cock inside his little girl’s ass.
He pushed her off his cock, and she looked disappointed. Hurt. “Did I not please you father?”
He smiled and pulled her close to him, his fingers playing with her wet little cunt as he leaned his face against the top of her head.
“You always please me, Callia. And I want to reward you for that.”
She spun around in his embrace and looked up at him, her eyes shining. She was breathless when she spoke. “Are you going to fuck my ass today, Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Such a perfect little slut, aren’t you? How excited are you to have daddy’s cock in your ass?”
Her moan was so soft, but he watched her hand slide down her belly, her fingers trailing just over her narrow little slit. He slapped her hand away, and a guilty blush spread across her cheeks. She knew she wasn’t allowed to touch herself.
“But you said you liked watching me touch my cunt, Daddy.”
Lykos chuckled, a low, hungry sound. “I do, baby. But today when you cum, it will be for your father’s cock alone.”
Her little nipples were so hard, he wanted to bite them between his teeth and hear her scream for him.
“Over the desk, Callia.”
She obeyed. She was nothing if not perfectly obedient – but he guessed that had far more to do with a love of cock than a love of submission. Her mother had been the most strong-willed women he’d ever met, and sometimes he was disappointed not to see more of that fire in their child. He still remembered the day he filled her mother with the same cum Callia craved; remembered watching Breena’s belly get round and full. With Callia. He hadn’t known then that in a few short years he would be teaching that same child to beg for his cock. Best decision he’d ever made. It angered him that he had Lyssandra to thank for that; his wife, who had taken away the only woman he ever cared for.
His balls were heavy just thinking about Breena, and when he stared at Callia’s perfectly wet little slit, and her tight waiting asshole it was all he could do not to force his way in immediately. But he didn’t take his pleasure in pain. He took pleasure in the willing body of a tight young girl; one who begged for it, loved cock, craved his cum.
He stepped behind her, shoving his fingers into her wet little hole and then moved them upward, stretching out her little ass. He watched his own fingers work their way expertly inside her daughter’s ass, lubricated the tight, rarely used hole with the wetness from her own cunt.
She couldn’t get enough. He could hear her, begging, moaning almost unintelligibly. She loved getting her ass filled – that was why she got it so rarely. He used it as a reward.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly at the opening of her ass and loved her soft, sweet little gasp.
“Please, Daddy.”
He leaned back, looked down his chest to watch the thick length of his cock disappear into his child’s ass. He loved watching the first stroke, watching her ass stretch wide as she struggled to remember to relax and let it happen. It was so fucking tight, even tighter than her cunt had been the first time he fucked her, so many years ago.
“Yes, yes..” He could hear her sharp breaths, pretty little moans. “Oh Daddy, yes.”
He wrapped his hand around her body, just pressing the tip of his finger inside her cunt as he filled her ass. He could feel her squeezing her muscles tight around his cock as he finally got all the way inside. She’d been trained so well, knew what her father wanted without being told.
He liked to enjoy this moment. The way her hole felt before he’d pounded it, stretched it to take him. He watched his cock slide in and out of his daughter’s ass; fucked it slowly, his nostrils flared as he felt her clenching and tightening her ass around him.
As always, the door slammed open. Sometimes he regretted giving his sons permission to use their sister’s body. There always seemed to be someone waiting for their turn.
True to form, Hector stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed. “I thought you’d be finished with her by now.”
Lykos thrusted his cock deeper into his daughter’s ass. “Blame Cassius. I just got her.. Though, truthfully, only one hole is currently occupied. I bet your darling little sister is more than capable of pleasing more than one cock at a time. She’s quite skilled.”
*CALLIA
Callia moaned against the desk, her lips parted. Her father’s cock was so deep, so fucking deep, inside her ass, but her little cunt was soaking wet. Soaking wet and practically begging to be filled.
Her eyes closed slowly and her body jerked around daddy’s cock as she heard his words.
“Only one hole is currently occupied.. more than capable of pleasing more than one cock at a time..”
Yes she was. Oh Gods, please, yes. She’d only been double penetrated once before, and it was so long ago. Part of her early training just after she’d been fucked for the first time, and she still fantasized about it. Had to fist her hands at her sides as night to keep from touching her own cunt when she remembered the way it had felt when two of her brothers had fucked her at the same time.
She dug her hands into the desk, waiting breathlessly until Hector shrugged and began to undress.
Yes.
Her father pulled his cock out of her ass, and laid on the desk. She scrambled quickly to get on top of him. She had to hurry, she had to get her ass on his cock and get her legs spread for her brother before one of them had time change their mind. She positioned her ass hole over her father’s cock as Hector watched her with an amused smile on his face.
“Looks like the little whore is eager to please two cocks, at least.”
Callia nodded at him, a silent promise that she was eager as she slammed her ass down on his daddy’s cock. She took it too fast, but she welcomed the pain. She leaned back against his chest, and he gripped her sides, holding her in place.
She spread her legs for Hector. “I’m ready.”
He stalked over to her slowly, his eyes on her little cunt.
He trailed on finger down the length of her soaking wet slit. “Yes. I can see that.”
She trembled against his touch, the tip of his finger against her clit sending shockwaves through her body, making her clench hard around her daddy’s cock.
She gasped as Hector fisted his thick cock and guided it to her cunt. She wanted this so fucking bad. She spread her legs wider, her eyes rolling back in her head as her brother worked his way into her little cunt while her father remained still, his cock buried deep in her ass.
Her moans were more like gasps, frantic cries as he fought his way in. She could feel how tight she was because her daddy’s cock was already in and Hector had to finally slam himself the rest of the way in.
She screamed. She felt so fucking full, her tiny, young body being stretched in every direction. Two large cocks both forcing their way deeper into both of her holes. She felt it when they began to move, their cocks moving inside her in a dance that seemed perfectly choreographed. One second she was all but empty, and the next she was stretched so fucking full. She knew she looked like a whore, but she was a whore, so she didn’t care. She laid there against her fathers chest, her legs spread open while her brother fucked her glistening wet little pussy. This is what she lived for, all she was good for. Pleasing men, strangers, high class and low class like. She was available to anyone who had the money to pay for the pleasure and she got off on that.. But there was nothing quite like knowing she was her father and brother’s personal little fuck toy. Yes, she’d give it all up to be owned solely by her oldest brother.. But her father would never allow that, so for now she gloried in being used.
Hector’s hand met her cheek hard, he slapped her, right over the bruise Cass had left on her face and she felt her little cunt tighten around him. Hurt me
He held her face in his hand, squeezing her jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints, angling her head down so that she could watch him slam his cock inside her. She liked that. Loved watching herself get fucked.
She could feel it building, feel the heat starting to snake its way through her body, the beginning tremors. She was going to cum, and the knowledge that she would cum screaming with two cocks inside her was almost enough to push her over the edge.
She could hear them talking, but couldn’t quite make out the words. She was lost in her own personal world, but she caught bits and pieces. Slut. She knew they were laughing at her, cracking jokes at her expense as they used her body, marveling at the fact that such a pretty little girl would love something this dirty. She was dirty. She was going to fucking cum with her father’s cock in her ass, and her brother’s deep inside her pussy.
Her back arched, and she whimpered incoherently as her little body began to shake, she could feel herself.. Her holes gripping their cocks, trembling around them as the orgasm started. Her body rocked, cumming so fucking hard around the cocks that filled her until she couldn’t even think straight. She could hear their grunts, their groans as they felt her, cumming around them both.
“Little whore gets so fucking wet.” Hector’s eyes were half closed, and he waited for the hardest wave of her orgasm to subside before he slapped her again, and their pace quickened. Both cocks filled her faster, harder, at a furious pace that actually hurt.
They were going to cum, and she tried to form words, struggled to ask them to cum in her mouth, but before she could she felt them both slam so fucking deep. Both of their arms pinned her still as they flooded her cunt and her ass with cum. She grinded against them, both of them, wanting them to feel her from every angle as the pumped her so fucking full. She collapsed back against her father’s chest and stared up at Hector.
His eyes looked sleepy, and his forehead was covered in sweat. “What the fuck are you pouting about?”
“I- I’m not.” She shook her head.
“Is she pouting?” Her fathers face nuzzled against hers. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong, Callia. That’s an order.”
She whimpered, and hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble. “I just.. I. I didn’t get to taste it.”
She felt both cocks jerk inside her and when they both laughed, she knew she wasn’t in trouble. That had pleased them; the thought that she was sad because she wanted to taste their cum.
Her father gripped her hips tightly. “Be good to your baby sister, Hector. She wants to taste your cum.”
She winced as he pulled his cock out of her sore, thoroughly fucked little cunt, and gasped when she felt two of his fingers slam deep inside. He pumped his fingers inside her cunt, as deep as he could. He finger fucked her lazily for a minute and when he pulled out his fingers, she realized what he was doing.
She leaned forward happily as he slammed his fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily, her eyes closed when she got the first taste of his cum from her cunt. She trailed her tongue around his fingers, sucking off every last drop.
“I think she needs a little more,” Her father mused. “Callia. Knees on the floor.”
She climbed off of him, wincing as his cock slipped out of her ass and she got to her knees on the floor. She opened her mouth wide. She knew what was coming.
Both of them gripped their wet, cum covered, semi-hard cocks and guided then to her mouth. For a moment they were close enough for her to wrap her lips around both, but then she had to clean off one at a time.
She began with her father’s, sucking and cleaning his shaft, tasting every last drop of his salty cum. Then she moved to Hector’s. Then her fathers. She licked lazily for a few minutes, and when she was done, she was smiling and their cocks were clean.
“Her father patted her head as she knelt. “Good girl Callia. Now go and be bathed. You still have to work today. Go earn Daddy some coin.”

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Room 315: Part Two

Part two of my story. I thought the first part read a little “clunky” so I changed it a tad. I hope this one is better than part one! PM me with comments.

My Ex, the Slave (Part 1)

All throughout high school I had a crush on one girl. Sadly she had always been in a relationship until the start of my senior year when she was finally single. Still a virgin, she wanted to keep that until she was married but patience paid off as after a couple months of dating we had sex for the first time. We dated for the next three years but after a while we were fighting all the time and decided to break up. A week later, she was fucking one of my friends. Heartbroken and pissed off beyond belief, I started dating other girls and eventually got over her.
A couple months after we broke up I received a text from her saying that she missed me and wanted to get together and go to lunch. I was single for the most part and so I agreed to humor her by going out to get a bite to eat. We sat down and she started telling me about how guys had screwed her over and how all she wanted was to have me back. I had thought about this moment many times in the past couple months but now I decided that this would be the perfect time to get something that I had always wanted. A sex slave that was completely devoted to me.
Her name was Elizabeth but everyone had called her Liz for as long as I can remember and she was asking me to be with her and to forget all of the terrible things that she had done to me.
“Ok Liz, I will be with you.” I said, “But I need to be able to trust you.”
“Sure Mike, how can I make that happen?” she replied
“You are going to spend the amount of time that we were broken up, two months, as my new slave. You will be completely and totally devoted to me and if you pass that test, we can date again.”
“What!? You expect me to just be your slave? Just so that you can trust me?”
“Yes. That is my one demand.” I replied with a completely straight face.
“Fine. What does that even mean?” she asked.
“It means that you will do whatever I say, whenever I tell you to do it. There will be a set of rules that you will follow and there will be punishments for you if you break those rules. You and your body will be completely under my control at all times. If you make it two months, we can date again.”
“Whatever,” she replied in a pissed off tone, “What are the rules?”
“Meet me at my apartment at 6:00 tonight. Wear a tube top, a skirt, no panties, and heels. Then I will fill you in on the rest.”
“You expect me to dress like a whore? That’s really what you want?”
“Why not?” I snarled back, “You’ve been acting like one for the last two months, it should be easy for you.”
I paid the bill and left. I had to go back to my apartment and get the rules listed out. Time had never moved more slowly as I waited for 6:00 to come. Finally it came but she didn’t show up until 6:05. The doorbell rang and I had to compose myself to make sure I didn’t look too excited on the outside as I answered.
I opened the door and inspected my new toy. She dressed just like I had asked. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair and creamy tan skin always turned me on. She was wearing a push up bra with her tube top, which made it easy to see most of her C cup tits. She had a small frame, only standing about 5’2” but she knew how to work it. Her big lips, perfect tits, and round ass kept people staring.
“Good evening slave.” I greeted her
“Mike are you serious? You’re going to talk to me like that?”
“It’s “Master” from now on. You are not my girlfriend. You are a slave and a whore and I will use you to satisfy my sexual needs. You are nothing more than that so get that through your head now. Come over here by the couch and get on your knees.”
She responded well to the tough love, staring at me for a second and then hurrying over to get down on her knees.
“Slave, I was going to take it easy on you tonight and just read you the rules but you are five minutes late and need to understand that not following my rules to the letter will result in punishment.”
“Mi-.. I mean master,” she muttered, “It wasn’t my fault. There was a- “
“Do not speak unless I give you permission slave. I don’t care what excuse you have, the fact is, you didn’t obey my commands and now you will be punished.”
“Yes Master.” She bowed her head and said.
“Good. Now, on the subject of the rules. I have made a list and I want you to look over it right now. At any point in time I can choose to amend the rules in a way that I see fit. Look over these and then sign at the bottom.” I handed her a copy of the three simple rules that I typed up earlier today.
1) Slave will always dress in a manner that pleases her owner.
2) Slave’s body, and everything that the slave owns now belongs to her master.
3) If the slave forgets or does not obey her master’s wishes, she will be punished.
She signed at the bottom and handed the paper back to me.
“Look at me slave,” she pulled her head up and looked at me, “Do you understand why I have to punish you?
“Yes Master, but I am afraid and I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“You should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me.”
“Yes master.” She replied
I grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. Earlier that day I had made a trip to a sex shop and had bought some things that I thought would help me keep a slave. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs that I had bought and cuffed her hands behind her back.
“Open your mouth slave.” I commanded as I pulled off my pants, “Suck my cock.”
Liz had always loved to give blowjobs because they helped her feel like she was in control and made her feel sexy, but I wanted her to know that she was not in control today. She started to give the normal blowjob, taking me deeper and deeper but stopping because she didn’t like to gag herself, but I wanted her to be punished. I grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved my dick into her mouth as far as I could, holding it there until she ran out of breath. Finally I removed it as spit and pre-cum ran down her chin and onto her tits.
“Master please, that hurts.” She begged
“You will know not to disobey me next time. And if you continue to complain about your punishment, I will make things much worse for you. Now open back up.”
She opened her mouth and I started back up ramming my seven inch cock into her mouth over and over as she drooled all over her tits. Finally as I was ready to cum I pulled out of her mouth and let the first splash of cum go all over her face and tits, I finished the rest on the tile floor and she stared at me waiting for my next order.
“Slave, bend over and clean my floor.” I commanded
Immediately she bent over and started to lick my cum off of the tile. Her hands still behind her back made this fun because her tits started to fall out of her tube top and drag on the cold floor making her perfect nipples stand straight up. When she had finally finished she had cum in her hair, and all over her mouth.
“You will sleep on the floor here tonight and will not be allowed to clean the cum off of your face. Hopefully this will remind you of what a whore you really are. Goodnight.” I said as I walked upstairs into my bedroom, leaving my cumsoaked, handcuffed ex girlfriend lying on the floor.
I woke up the next morning and went downstairs to find my slave shivering in the corner of the room with dried cum still all over her. I woke her up and instructed her to go shower and make me breakfast, telling her that she had 20 minutes to do so.
Liz performed this task very well and had breakfast on the table in exactly 20 minutes. I decided to tell her what the plan for today was, but first I thought that I could have a little fun. When I smelled breakfast on the table I walked downstairs with a massive black dildo that I had bought at the store the previous day. When I entered the kitchen she was sitting at the table waiting for me.
“Did I tell you that you were allowed to use furniture slave?” I asked
“Wh- what?” she stuttered.
“Already forgetting to call me master?” I raised my voice slightly to make her think that I was mad.
“I… I’m sorry master, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to use the chair.”
“You will be on your knees in front of me at all times unless I tell you otherwise. And do I also see that you changed clothes? Did I tell you to shower and put on new clothes pet?”
“No but I just thought—“
“You aren’t allowed to think. You are a slave. And now you will be punished for the second time in less than a day. Take your clothes off now.” I commanded.
She stripped down in record time and was on her knees in front of me in a matter of seconds. I threw the dildo on the floor and instructed her to start sucking it. She did so in excellent fashion, first taking only a little bit in but after a while she started working over half of the 12 inches into her throat.
“Now that it is wet, I want you to put it in your pussy. You wont stop until the entirety of it is inside of you and if you have an orgasm without my permission there will be hell to pay.”
She had never had a dick bigger than mine so after about 8 inches her little pussy was stretched to the max. She was moaning as she shoved inch after inch into her soaking wet pussy. She was actually starting to get off on this. It went deeper and deeper into her as she moaned and started grinding into her own thrusts. She finally got the idea to squat over the massive dick and work it into her by letting gravity do most of the work. After about 15 minutes she got it all the way in and looked up at me begging for my approval.
“Please Master, I need to cum. Please let me cum master.” She begged.
“You are a slave and you will never cum until after I do. My needs come before yours.”
“Please Master let me suck your cock. Please, I’ll do anything to make you cum.” She whined, needing to release the pressure that was building up inside of her.
“Ok slave, you can suck my dick but you will not forget about the cock that is already in you while you do.” I told her.
Instantly she pulled off my pants and took my dick as far into her throat as possible while still squatting and riding the 12 inch dildo that was jammed up her pussy. She wanted it so bad that she wasted no time getting me off and I quickly grabbed her by the hair and shot my load all over her face.
“Please! Please Master may I please cum now?” She squealed.
“Yes slave, you may cum now.” I replied.
She instantly went into waves of ecstasy as she collapsed onto the floor, juices spilling out from her pussy all over the tile.
“Slave, you have made a mess and it took you so long to fit that dick in your pussy that my breakfast is now cold.”
I picked up the plate of scrambled eggs and toast and scraped it onto the floor in front of her, intentionally placing it directly in her pussy juice.
“You can now eat on the floor for breakfast, make sure that the floor is spotless when you are done. You are not permitted to use silverware and your cleaning utensil is your mouth. Don’t take long, we have lots to do today.”
“Yes Master” was all she could reply.
I sat and watched as she sat on all fours, eating her breakfast like the perfect little pet. When she was finished she licked the floor clean and looked up at me. I suddenly had a fun idea. To illustrate to her that she was nothing more than a pet, why not make her walk on all fours?
“Slave, from now on you will crawl on all fours like an animal whenever you are in the house. If you need to get something from an upper shelf, you may stand, but then must immediately get back down on all fours. If I instruct you to do something that requires standing, you are permitted to stand, but otherwise you will crawl like the bitch you are, understood?”
She was obviously taken aback by this request and hesitated before realizing that there would be punishment for any question that she may ask.
“Yes master.” She said.
“Good, now go and get dressed. We have lots of things we need to do today.”
After Liz was dressed and ready to go we set out to start our busy day. I had her dress in a skirt and non revealing top, so that she wouldn’t look like a slut but I would still be provided quick and easy access at all times.
“Slave, today we are going to go to the mall. I have some things of my own that I need to buy but I am giving you my credit card so that you can do some shopping for some appropriate clothes. You are not to buy anything that is the correct size. Anything you buy must be two sizes too small. Also, keep your phone on at all times in case I have any other demands for you. Understood?”
“Yes master.” She replied
We went to a couple stores before heading to Victoria’s Secret. Liz started trying on lingerie and so I decided to have a little fun with her. As she tried on outfit after outfit I told her to show me what she was trying. After a while I realized that an employee of the store was staring at her while pretending to organize some of the clothes next to the changing room.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked the man
“Excuse me?” He replied, trying to act like he hadn’t just been staring at Liz.
“Hold on a minute.” I told him, “Slave, come out here and say hi to this young man.” I ordered.
Liz walked out and said hello, blushing because this is the first time I had called her slave in front of anyone.
“Slave, this man has been staring at you. Why don’t you take him into the changing room and show him your other outfits.” I commanded.
“Yes master.” Liz replied
The store boy hurried into the changing room and I grabbed Liz by the arm.
“You will find a way to get his cum in your mouth, and will not swallow until I tell you to.” I ordered.
Because she loved giving head and fearing what punishment may come as a result of not following orders she went into the changing room. Getting him to cum must have taken her a while because it took around fifteen minutes for the boy and her to leave the changing room.
“Thank you very much!” chirped the employee, obviously satisfied as he walked to the employee section of the store.
I walked in and saw Liz sitting naked on the floor with her mouth closed, obviously ashamed and embarrassed about whatever had just taken place in that changing room.
“Slave, spit the cum into your hand,” I told her and she obeyed, “Now rub it on your tits and pussy, get dressed, and meet me in the car in ten minutes.”
I watched as she took her hand and smeared the mixture of spit and cum all over her tits and then started to get her pussy wet with the strangers cum. I took my phone off of the top of the doorway, pressed the button to make it stop recording, and walked to my car.

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Sudden Urges-2

Weak mannered, married man has a sudden urge that causes him to enter into a world of humiliation and depravity at the hands of his neighbor.

Marching Band (Part 3)

Leave a like or a a dislike, and comment giving me idea or constructive critisism. I need it! Thanks! | After taking it to the next level with Becca, Matt starts on the rest of his adventure, where he encounters a girl he’d never expect.

Lust Part 1

Lust; A story full of new sexual experiences that drove me to cheating on my husband, orgies, incest and many others.

My Niece Amber Part 3

Part 3
Before she passed, my wife Lisa and I had what most would describe as a pretty exciting, adventurous sex life. I thoroughly enjoyed tying her up and forcing her to do things she might not normally do. The thought of unexpectedly ramming my cock deep into her throat or ass or slipping a finger into her pussy in public and seeing her reaction kept me going. I used those memories often after she was gone and I was alone. Now, standing before me, was my eighteen year old niece Amber, a spitting image of my Lisa, naked as the day she was born, and my perfect blackmail tool a few feet away.
Amber knew there wasn’t much point in putting up a fight, she had lost the control. So she didn’t even hesitate when I told her I wanted to watch her finger herself for a bit. She lied right down on my bed, spread her legs, and began rubbing that beautifully shaved clit of hers. This was obviously not the first time she had touched herself and she expertly slipped finger after finger into her now very swollen cunt. I simply sat back and watched as her pace quickened and she began moaning in pleasure. I was amazed at how wet she had become in such a short time and her fingers glistened with each stroke. She had been through a lot today so I let her continue until she was clearly on the edge of a massive orgasm. Before long, Amber arched her back and she began to shake uncontrollably, screaming at the top of her lungs that she was cumming. While still rolling and panting in ecstasy, I jumped.
Before having a chance to react, I had grabbed Amber, forced her on her stomach and had her arms tied to the lines I had earlier placed on the bed posts. Not happy with what was happening, she twisted and turned, trying to get loose but I had prepared well. Grabbing one leg at a time, the remaining lines were attached and within minutes, Amber was securely fastened to the bed, face down. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that I had been transported back in time and that it was my wife lying there. Everything was near identical.
I reached gently down between her spread open legs and quickly felt just how wet she still was. As I slid my fingers into her soaking pussy she tried to pull away but all it took was one touch of her clit to begin bringing her back to reality. Her cunt was still sensitive to the touch and it wasn’t long before I began to hear Amber moan and feel her pushing down onto my fingers. I was in pure heaven.
Not letting her get too close to cumming again, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and immediately moved them to her mouth. She hungrily sucked at her juices and before long, my fingers were pulled from her mouth and replaced by my raging cock. She fought off the intrusion at first but a quick, hard smack on her ass brought her back to reality. I was not going to let her suck my cock though. She had already done that many times on her terms. As I grabbed her head, I began slowly forcing my cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper with each stroke. With everything that had gone on so far, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. And as I quickened my pace and heard Amber gag as my cock was forced into the back of her throat, I felt like I was going to explode. Wanting to see the result this time, I quickly pulled out of her mouth, keeping it forced open, and stroked my raging cock until stream after stream of my hot cum landed in her open mouth, on her beautifully sculptured face, and in her blond hair. It seemed to last forever and after I had finished, she was covered. I reached down and scooped a load of my still warm cum from her face and, forcing her mouth open again, proceeded to slowly feed her what hadn’t made it to her mouth. I must say, I was quite impressed that she took each load, swallowing every last drop without a word.
Typically, it would take me a good twenty to thirty minutes to get hard again but the sight of this angel, tied to my bed and me knowing what I had in store for her, I was hard again in minutes, much to my pleasure. Climbing around behind her, I loosened the lines on her legs just enough to allow me to grab her hips firmly and pull her to her knees. She obviously knew what was coming next and she once again tried to reason with me, begging me not to take her virginity and that she would do anything I asked. Positioned between her spread legs, I could just make out her still soaking wet pussy and her very tightly clenched asshole.
As much as I wanted to simply plunge my cock deep into her, I knew that I would enjoy the experience of taking her virginity so much more if she asked me to, and there was only one way that might happen. So once more, I reached down and slowly began massaging her clit with the tips of my fingers, slipping in a finger or two into her pussy or tight little ass when her body took over and she began to moan. I slid down between her legs and grabbed onto her hips and forced her cunt down onto my waiting tongue, driving it deep and lapping up her sweet juices. With every lick of my tongue and every probe of my finger in her swollen twat and ass, I could feel her excitement grow and knew that another orgasm was building deep inside her hard, teenage flesh. While still fingering her clit and building on her orgasm, I quickly repositioned myself behind her again.
“Do you like the way that feels Amber? Do you like the way your Uncle is playing with your clit? I can feel you’re getting close, aren’t you? Do you want me to keep going?”
“FUCK YES. Please don’t stop … pleeaaasse. I’m going to cum again soon. Just don’t stop.”
“I want to cum again too Amber. Maybe I’ll stop and move …”
“No … PLEASE don’t stop. Oh god, it feels like I’m going to explode. Right there … that’s the spot … keep going … please don’t stop.”
This was exactly where I wanted to be and Amber was putty in my pussy soaked hands. I kept pushing my agenda, using her building orgasm as collateral.
“Well then, lets cum together. You want your Uncle to feel what you’re feeling don’t you? You want your Uncle to cum as well right?”
“Yes …. just … don’t … stop … what … you’re … doing.” She could barely get the words out of her mouth as I forced my fingers into her.
“Do you want me to fuck you then? Do you want me to slide my hard cock into your pussy just as your cumming? Do you want to feel your pussy stretched wide and my cock deep in you while you’re cumming?”
“Yes … just make me cum … pleeeaaase !!!! I can’t take it any more. Make me cuuuuummmmmmm !!!! That’s it …. I’m … I’m ….”
Without missing a beat, my hand left her exploding cunt and, grabbing my cock, I slammed deep into her soaking wet pussy. I doubt she even felt her hymen break. I had never seen an orgasm like it. With each stroke of my cock entering her, she would seem to explode once again, screaming at the top of her lungs for me to push harder and push deeper. She buried her head in a pillow to try and muffle her screams of pleasure but they still reverberated throughout the room, encouraging me on. Spasm after spasm fell over her. How I managed not to blow right there is beyond me but I kept ramming my dick deep into her, feeling my balls slapping the top of her shaved pussy. By this time, she had managed to pull free from one of the remaining two lines and she instinctively reached back and grabbed hold of my throbbing balls, massaging them as I continued to stretch her apart. That was pretty much all she wrote for me and I knew that, in one or two more strokes, I would be unloading a massive surprise into her waiting hole. Incredibly, she was still cumming as I grabbed her hips hard for those final few pushes.
With one stroke remaining, I heard Amber scream out in pain but by then it was too late for me as I continued to ram my cock into her, feeling my cum pulsing through my shaft towards her extremely tight, waiting hole. Looking down I quickly understood why she was screaming but I couldn’t stop. The site of my cock, rammed deep into her ass was more than I could handle and I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her hard towards me, forcing every last inch of my cock into her no-longer-virgin ass, and filling her with glob and glob of my hot, sticky cum. Amber collapsed under me, panting heavily, and began to twitch uncontrollably. She curled up into a ball and began to sob. I thought she was still in pain from the unplanned ass fucking but she looked up at me and through her tears, whispered the words thank you.
The next couple of hours was a bit of a blur to me as I tried to recreate some of the best memories I had with my wife, with Amber. I made sure to never cross that ‘line’ with my wife, and I tried to do the same with Amber as well but, given the circumstances, there were a few times I didn’t even bother to check if she was enjoying it all. I never bothered to tell her that I had also recorded our entire episode. Wasn’t much need of it after that night. By that time, she was my sex slave and only lusted after one thing, those orgasms. She did anything I asked and it didn’t matter to her how she got there, just as long as she could relive that feeling.
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