I felt a flutter in my stomach as I was allowed to make out with such a filthy woman. My mouth opened wide and I let out my wild tongue, licking her in and all around her freshly fucked hole. Our tongues often rubbed against each other, sending shivers down my back. We were both moaning at our gay embrace. Even after being trashed there was still something delicate to her touch, in the way she would hump her tongue against mine, or in her small yet luscious lips. We hungrily kissed, wetting our already wet faces. But as my master asked of me, I was not able to taste his specific flavor in her mouth.
“I couldn’t taste you master,” I informed, turning my head upwards to see him and exposing my neck to be divulged by her relentless mouth. “Maybe you just didn’t fuck her hard or long enough.” I suggested.
I remember shrinking myself as he stepped over me again, lowering his hips to feed the cock craving whore what she desires. I reached for his hot member and helped guide him into her mouth. I remember wanting to see her get fucked some more, extending this fluttering feeling for as long as I could. While my body was never touched, I felt a sense of pleasure.
There isn’t much that compares to seeing a dick this huge force its way into a tiny submissive hole. It let my mind do the pleasing for everyone. I didn’t need a hand when every time I saw his balls planted firmly over her face sent a shock of ecstasy down the length of my body. Did I want to feel a fierce barbaric fucking from him, yes. Was I jealous that it was her instead of me right now, yes. But was this the most hot, humiliating and arousing thing I’ve ever witnessed, fuck yes it was.
I crawled out from under his legs and knelt beside him where I had a better view of her expanding neck. I rested my face on his thigh and rubbed his legs offering what little relaxation my hands could offer. Then I decided to do more than just watch.
“I don’t think you’re leaving it in her long enough,” I suggested. Before he could say anything I put my hand on his ass and pushed his hips forward, driving his cock to once more penetrate the threshold of her throat. I kept him pressed inside of her. “This should help. You really do underestimate her. This dog can handle a minute or two without breathing. Besides, we didn’t fantasized being fucked, we fantasized being broken. To have our limits be pushed. Now push her.” I said, demanding practically, but he took my words and listened to them rather than punishing me for speaking them.
Jace’s limits were also meant to be pushed today and by God they will be. He was off to a good start. His thrusts were longer, leaving her to choke more before allowing her to breathe.
The way she sounded when gagging, it was always the high point of this whole face fucking process. She would make these small whimpers and cries, only to have the sound of her wet mouth get fiendishly fucked drown out her little noises. I thrived on the sound of her gulping at the end of every push, like she was swallowing his prick into her body. But still it wasn’t enough. There needed to be more.
“Look at that pretty body babe. Doesn’t it look sexy when she thrashes about, when she fights to breathe and when she loses that fight? I bet it makes you feel strong and big. I bet it makes you feel good making a woman feel so low,”
My hands continued to rub his body, soothing his skin as much as my words soothed his mind. I needed to please him mentally like how he was pleasing me. I know I was enjoying the display of utter dominance, but I couldn’t help but feel like his twisted side wasn’t getting fully off on this. I tried to lean him in the right direction. I removed my hand from his stomach, interrupting my silky touch and roughly smacked one of Sarah’s tits. She jerked violently in response and retched even harder as she couldn’t even gasp in shock.
“Ooooooo,” I moaned, rubbing the soon to be bruised area of sensitive skin. “Did you see how she flailed around. Did you hear her cry out in pain? Only to choke on your hard cock that you forced into her throat.
Hit her. She’s not even a person remember? She’s an it. Your it. That body belongs to you,” I started to kiss his hip, trying to make him feel warm and loved with my sensual actions. “Just like how I belong to you.” I finished. I strayed from the submissive path in an attempt to unveil a whole new world to the one I loved. “Go ahead and hit it. Make it jump and squeal for you.”
I was slick in getting my way, watching the ever growing roughness unfold before us. It felt relieving to spectate the prowess of his firm grasp. Though she wasn’t as busty as me, she was still big in the boob area.
Seeing his fingers dig into her skin and squeezing them with obvious force let a chilling ripple fly through my body. It looked so hot, having my brother control this bitch and grope her however rough the desire was. It was easy to slap his sister. There was a love and a trust between us, but there was nothing between him and Sarah, only the words of consent and reassurance. I reminded him of those words as he felt wet suction of his pet’s mouth.
Jace tried his best not to wither as he stood. His head prodding into the croaking compact hole, her tongue slithering up and down his shaft, moaning and whimpering and crying and heave while being throated. The sound resonated and vibrated all over his rod, incorporating a tiny tingle to the mix of pleasure he felt. But him and I both knew there was more to be done.
It was sudden and snake-like the way he smited her down. I squealed in my happiness, nails digging into his body, shivers ripping my body into pieces. I understood now why Jace enjoyed smacking me right up. Seeing the female body just succumb to force, hearing the sharp cry, the skin jiggle, it was all so enticing I craved to see it happen again.
“Uhhh, yeah baby, wasn’t that fun?” I questioned, egging him on to repeatedly indulge himself.
“She bit down on me, but it didn’t hurt. It felt good to feel her twitch around while I’m in her.” Jace confessed.
“Then do it again. Stuff her mouth and bruise her tits.” I groaned. I stopped being the easy schoolgirl and took on the role of being the devil on his shoulder.
My whispers of sin crawled into his ear, making him smack the whore’s breasts again. Even I convulsed with every hit. The fleshed clapped together, forcing the dutiful toy to scream and flinch. All Jace did was moan a bit harder into the air, loving every second that he got to fuck her throat and slap her chest. Overcome with immense lust, he gripped her by the neck, crushing her pipe while still inside of her, and went on a frenzy in striking her worthless body. This time nothing escaped from her mouth, every sound suppressed as he smothered her indefinitely.
“Mmmmmmh, yeah look at that cunt, can’t even beg you to stop even if she wanted to.” I pointed out. I was so hot and bothered that I took a swing or two at her. The sensation was new to me, having the shock seep into my arm and spread outward from there. I giggled playfully every time she looked distressed. “I hope that was ok for me to do master.” I hoped, remembering that I was suppose to be degraded to the same level as her.
“You’ll be put into your place soon.” He threatened.
I believed him.
“Sounds like a date babe.” I flirted, winking at him before lowering myself down between his legs again.
I became eye to eye with Sarah’s worn out face. They were bloodshot and overflowing with tears. I stroked her wet skin, petting her by the hair.
“Do you wanna stop?” I whispered, almost mouthed.
I had to make sure she was ok. No matter how exhilaratingly satisfying it was to watch her get slapped and abused orally, it would have to end the second she wanted to. But like I thought, expecting nothing less than from the whore I’ve come to know, she didn’t want any of this to end. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her ears,
“You’re such a lucky girl,” I whispered. “You won’t believe how bad I’ve been craving that cock to pummel me into bits,” I bit my lip, trying my best to remember the feeling of his prestigious penis splitting me open at his command. I took a deep breath to steady myself, finding my center as a sub. “You’re welcome for this.” I concluded. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and reared myself back to watch the vulgar display of burning desire.
I felt naughty, touching myself between my wet thighs, behind my master’s back. I wasn’t given permission to touch my cunt but I did it anyways. I hoped that if I got caught I would be punished like Sarah, have my mouth turn into a pussy and my breasts be the means of stress relief. I rubbed harder when I saw his slightly toned back flex with his stretching arm, followed by the sound of her sun kissed skin be slapped by my brother’s sturdy and strong palm.
Things became especially sexy when he removed his spit dripping tool and smacked her tits again. This time we heard her in her natural state of being. She screamed, letting an ‘ow’ slip through her clenched teeth. The initial outburst was followed by a pulsating whimper. I slipped my fingers between the folds my pussy with the echos of her howl ringing in my head.
“You’re right,” Jace began. “She does sounds sexy when we hit her,” He confessed.
“I knew she would. I also knew she would be able to take you on,” I reminded. My removed my hand from my sensitive area, getting a sense that he was going to turn around. He did.
He turned his head to see me, grinning so hard his soul shined through the glow in his eyes.
“I guess you know everything,” The next word he mouthed, unable to say it outloud in the company of others, the word ‘sis.’
I felt a tremor charge my nerves, from my neck to the tips of my toes, setting all the neurons on edge. I wanted to shout out so bad for my little brother to make me cum on his cock. As dirty as she is I’m sure that was a line Sarah wouldn’t cross. I just let the urge simmer, returning my attention to what sights my eyes beheld.
I watched him rub the swollen head of his dick around the soaked lips of his broken in toy. Well not fully broken in. She managed to hold her own through a face fucking but Jace still had no idea if she could take him in her ass and cunt. Most days I can barely even keep myself conscious, let alone ride him into his sixth orgasm.
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