“Now shut the fuck up or I will have to gag you.”
I bend down so my mouth is close. Quietly and with as much menace as I can invoke, I whisper into your covered ear.
“I am going to grant you a get out, should it become too much for you. Your hands are immobilized by the cuffs but your legs are free, you merely need to stand up and I will remove your hood and you can be on your way, the keys to the cuffs will be in your bag, but I will not remove them myself, you will have to find someone to do that for you as nothing in this scene is without consequences. Maybe your sister will be the best one to explain to, tell her what you like, I do not care, for I will be gone when you return and the front desk only has a fictitious name and a mobile number for me. I shall disappear without trace.”
I see you tremble as your brain begins to weigh up the alternatives.
“Get up now if you wish or shut up and behave until I release you.”
You remain stock still.
“Good. Now I must greet our guest.”
3.
I walk to the door, it is still wide open. You listen as if your life depended on it but you can barely hear anything as the carpet is thick and cushioning and you cannot make out any footfalls at all. You hear my voice gradually getting closer.
“….nice to meet you, please don’t be alarmed, she is fine, come on in, sit down but please say absolutely nothing, ok. Excuse me while I close the door.”
You hear it thud shut but you can discern nothing else, the bag is too thick and there is too much noise from it when you move your head.
“Now please, you promised, say nothing it all, if you cannot cope with watching your sister being….toyed with…. then just quietly leave and do not close the door on your way out. She is here of her own free will and is fully aware you are here also. Should she wish to leave she merely has to stand up and you can unlock the cuffs with the keys in her bag on your way out.”
There is a pause, every fibre in your body wants you to get up and run from the room screaming. But you do not, there is no point now your sister knows your secret.
“Now, my dear,” you hear my voice get nearer as I approach you, “you are somewhat over-dressed.”
With that you feel the coat pulled off your behind and feel the cool air on your exposed buttocks. The heat rises in your face immediately and thoughts flash into your mind.
Can she see me? Is she in front of me? To the side? God help me, behind??
I slowly stroke your backside and much as I try to resist I slip my fingers down past your asshole and into your pussy. It is soaking wet.
“Your sister is a horny slut. I bet you had no idea. I find it hard to believe she is a virgin as she says.”
You begin to cry, big salty tears cascading down your face under the hood. The shame. How will you ever look your sister in the eye again?
Yet your pussy drips all the more and you will those fingers further into your body. Then they are gone. You are bereft, despite your shame you want them spreading you wide, exploring your depths.
I bend down and lick your crack from ass to clit, so slowly that I feel you quiver and shake and a little burst of cum wets my chin.
“Virgin? Really?”
I continue to probe your womanly recesses and I feel you shiver and your pussy well up and just at the moment of your climax I jump up and rip the bag hood off your face.
“Oh please God no, I cannot look at her now….” You scream, in shock or in the throes of orgasm I cannot tell, but it is wonderful to watch.
As is the look on your face, when you realise the room is empty but for the two of us. The door is closed.
“Your sister has gone off to the sexy movie I suggested to her on the phone and will be back to pick you up later. You look flushed, my dear, are you okay?”
I look into your eyes and smile.
“Ah, playing with the mind. It is truly a wonderful thing is it not?”
To be continued
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