“You know,” I said. “I’ve never liked your attitude. You’re always so aggressive and dominating. For some reason, you feel the need to control and punish. Maybe you have some anger pent up inside of you.”
“You are a little twerp,” Antoinette seethed, her face red with anger. “You are a worm, a bug. I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” She cracked her knuckles.
I sighed. The bitch wasn’t being reasonable.
~Sit down on the recliner.~ I pushed. ~Push your skirt up and spread your legs.~
The blonde bitch sat down on the black leather recliner. She bunched her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs, giving me an eyeful of her panty-clad crotch.
“Have a nice look,” Antoinette smirked. “It’ll be the last you ever see.”
~Push your panties down and finger fuck yourself.~
Smiling, Antoinette rolled her panties down off her hips to her knees. Placing two fingers inside her pussy, the blonde pumped them in and out.
“You’ll never get to touch this,” she huffed. “Or anyone else’s. I’m going to castrate you once I’ve gotten off.”
~You will only orgasm when a cock is filling your pussy,~ I grinned. I watched as Antoinette humped at her hand, her face covered with lust, her eyes screwed up in pleasure.
“Why can’t I… Get off?” she panted. “It… Never took… This long… Before.”
Her blue eyes fell on me, a strange light (for Antoinette) filling them.
“Sam… Stick… Your tiny… Dick… In me.”
I shook my head, smiling at Antoinette’s discomfort.
“Come on… You know… You want… To.”
Laughing in my head, I sat down on the rocking chair.
“Do… It! Fuck… Me! That’s… An order… Dammit!”
“What’s going on?”
I looked over my shoulder. Cynthia’s eyes were wide as she was taking in the scene.
“Oh, Antoinette’s learning a lesson,” I said.
“Okay,” Cynthia smiled. She set down the last of the bags from the car on the floor. Casually, she sat down on my lap, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Cynthia,” Antoinette hissed, her body shaking in desperation. “Tell… Him… To… Fuck… Me.”
“You promised you wouldn’t,” Cynthia frowned.
“A promise is a promise,” I said, kissing her on the forehead. “My cock won’t touch Antoinette or your mother.”
“Good,” Cynthia said. She looked over at her elder sister.
“Please… Sam… Fuck… Me,” Antoinette pleaded. “I’ll… Do… Anything.”
“Wow,” Cynthia said softly. “She is really desperate. I’ve never seen her beg before.”
“You would do anything?” I smiled. “No matter how degrading or humiliating?”
“Yes…”
“What do you think, Cynthia?” She grinned up at me.
“Would you be my personal slave?” Cynthia asked. “Obey my every whim?”
“Yes,” Antoinette moaned.
“Go ahead, Sam,” Cynthia said. “Screw her. She’d be a nice slave for me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, after all, Mom’s your slave, so why can’t I have one myself?”
Technically, they were all my slaves, I thought to myself.
“Okay,” I said relenting. “But don’t hate me for doing this.”
“I won’t,” Cynthia grinned. “In fact, I’ll let you fuck her whenever you want just so I can have her underfoot.”
Cynthia hopped off my lap and ambled over to her masturbating sister. She grabbed Antoinette by the shoulders and pulled her off the recliner. Cynthia bent her sister over and turned her around, presenting Antoinette’s sodden pussy to me.
“Fuck her like a dog,” Cynthia grinned.
Standing up from the rocker, I stepped up to the prostrated blonde and dropped my jeans and boxer. Aiming my rock hard cock at the sopping snatch, I pushed, ~You will always orgasm after the cock in your pussy does.~
Antoinette moaned, as I drove myself into her tight little hole. She squealed into the carpet, my cock thrusting into her pussy.
“Oh, yes, oh fuck yes,” she wailed. “So good. Don’t stop. Fuck me, oh fuck me!”
I glanced over at Cynthia. She was rubbing at her crotch through her shorts, a dark stain seeping across the khaki colored material.
“What a tramp,” Cynthia said. “She’ll do anything for a cock in her pussy.”
“Yes,” I grinned, turning back to Antoinette. “You’re a tramp, bitch, aren’t you?”
“I’m a tramp,” Antoinette whimpered.
“You’re Cynthia’s tramp.”
“Cynthia’s tramp…”
“What’s your name, bitch?” I shouted, driving harder and harder into sopping snatch.
“A, Antoinette,” the bent over blonde cried.
“No!” I yelled, slapping her buttocks. “You’re a tramp! Now what’s your name?”
“A, Antoinette!” she yelped.
“No!” I continued to slam my hand into her quivering ass. “What’s your name, bitch?”
“T, Tramp!” Antoinette howled.
“Good tramp,” I smiled, my cock suddenly spewing forth, flooding the blonde’s pounded pussy.
“Oh, yes!” Antoinette shrieked, her body shaking in lust, an orgasm unleashing itself upon the battered blonde. “Oh, yes! Fuck yes!”
Antoinette pushed her head up from the floor, quivering in the aftermath of her pleasure’s liberation. Pushing herself to her knees, she turned to face me.
“I guess, I won’t be telling Mom,” Antoinette panted. “So long as I can have your cock again.”
“I don’t think so,” I said, pulling my boxers back into place and kicking off my jeans. “I recall you selling yourself to Cynthia to have this cock.”
“You did,” Cynthia grinned. “You’re my slave, tramp.”
Antoinette gulped.
“I, I didn’t mean it,” she stammered.
~But you did.~
“Oh, no,” Antoinette moaned. “What have I done?”
~You did what you had to do because your body is stronger than your will. And you will do so again and again.~
“Tramp, look at me.” Cynthia commanded. The blonde looked up at her younger sister. Cynthia pointed at the recliner, motioning towards the remains of Antoinette’s pleasures on the leather, and said, “Lick that up. I don’t want that leather ruined.” |