Tramps by Suziesue

Tramps (July 2011) I had gone straight to my sister’s house rather than go home as she was going to supply any clothing I needed that Friday evening. I was already ‘hot to trot’ as until I arrived I had been wearing a chastity device since Monday morning per her instructions. This whole thing had started with a dare etc as usual, but it was also added to something I wanted to try, it had started as a fantasy of mine, and that was to be dominated by my younger sister. We went to this house which was a squat, used by these ‘down and outs’ or tramps on several occasions from 2010 t0 2012. She nearly always took the dominant role. This visit was in 2011 and was maybe the best one for me and her.

Of course, she knew I was submitting to her friend John and I had witnessed John dominating her, which was very exciting and arousing. I knew she was ‘switch’ as they say, and she had dominated a few men and as a submissive she’d been taken to levels as yet I hadn’t. My fantasy involved her pushing me to levels beyond my previous experiences.

Standing in her lounge just before we left, we looked each other up and down. Paul, her husband looked us both over, lust written in his eyes. He’d have to wait till later. We had both come down stairs some 10 minutes ago, to let him get his eyeful. I was also aware that with the warm weather the doors of the rooms were open and their kids were around the house, at my previous visits my sister seemed unfazed by the possibility of either of us being seen. But at each further visit, she had openly displayed more of my naked body to both her sons, the first time they would have been aged 11 & 8.

That evening in July 2011 Anita looked stunningly gorgeous; I just hope I came a little way to match her. She was wearing black patent leather knee high boots with very high stiletto heels, black seamed stockings held by a wide black leather suspender belts straps, framing her exposed and trimmed pussy, those sexy straps attached to a black leather basque which left her breasts exposed but supported. A leather micro mini skirt so short! The skirt hem came nowhere near the lacy tops of the stockings, so the individual suspender straps were on view, which the guys said was very sexy, It left a large area of 4” or 5” of white thigh flesh on view, from the back that skirt barely covered her butt cheeks. Finally a leather choker around her neck. Her long blonde hair was held in a bun on the top of her head. Her nipples were already puffed up and swollen, then again so were mine. Tucked into her right boot was a short, leather riding crop.

I was wearing black stockings with suspender belt and my red high stiletto 5” heels; on my breasts was a quarter cup black leather bondage bra, like hers leaving 80% of my breasts bare, but tucked inside the bra was a pad of thin pins pushing into my breast flesh. That was it! My pussy was totally shaven in those days.

Anita could not resist touching and pulling my nipples to make them even harder and more erect. And then placed a segregated clamp on each nipple, they bit down hard into my swollen areolas. More so when she placed a heavy lead weight on a chain to each clamp, more so they pulled the pins in the bondage bra fully into my flesh. She then applied crocodile clamps to my labia with some lead weights which were penis shaped and pulled at them.

When my nephews came in almost behind her, and with Paul, her husband were all watching with rapt attention as she adorned my body with these trinkets. This time and for the first time instead of feeling slightly embarrassed by my nephew’s eyes on my naked parts I felt arousal. Their eyes seemed to pay more attention to me, rather than their mum as me, but then again I had exposed pussy and nipples, but it made me wonder how often they saw their mum like this.

As we left for our meeting she had a grin.

‘You enjoyed that didn’t you? I said as the car got underway.

“Yes, but maybe you did as well” she responded. She was right and knew it. “Come on you’ve let your boys see you in even less” she was referring to my ‘walks’ to Ben’s house.

“Okay” She said “how about next time we visit the (tramps) house, I go subbie to you (we’d done a couple of those; but I preferred to be subbie) and we reverse who wears these outfits” I was surprised at how wet that remark made me in the next few weeks, every time I pictured her wearing that non-existent outfit as I had that evening but in my house with my boys in the same room. However the next session we had to be at her house but as good as her word we switched roles, but with her boys watching I placed nipple clamps on her, followed by a small lead weight on each just to pull them right onto the pins of the bra. I felt so hot doing that to her in front of them and she didn’t seem at all fazed.

This was all repeated within 3 weeks with me again as the subbie and she did all the same to me, but also added clamps and weight to my labia. During the fitting of which she was spreading my pussy open, feeling how wet I was. In my mind I was thinking to myself ‘okay next time, I’ll get your boys to attach that same stuff to you’

That session was in late 2011 and turned out to be the last one as they were busted a few weeks later. But it was one of the hardest sessions of domination my sister had applied to me at that time. It was like we were both so hot, that I could take almost anything she wanted to do to me. When I wrote about the tramps originally I said it was a combination of several sessions, this last session was all of that plus then some more.

Soon after that the house was raided and closed down, so I never got that chance to put Anita to that task of being dressed in my house so openly like that.

It was just after 9pm but still warm and twilight descending. It was getting closer to my start time and challenge, and I couldn’t hide the growing anticipation and excitement building in me. As she started the car she slipped a finger to my pussy, I was embarrassingly wet, ‘don’t make too much of a wet patch’ she said.

‘You had them waiting there’ I stated referring to her boys; Anita looked at me and laughed ‘of course, Paul and I said they don’t see enough of you these days’.

She drove on for about 20 minutes going into a part of Reading that I’d never been too – a decrepit area of housing, for the first time my nerves were starting to kick in. Anyone looking at her car could see my naked breasts, not that there were many souls around. Those that were, I noted were black and Asian youths.

She pulled up in a 1930’s style terraced street outside a house that if possible was worse than the rest, semi boarded up with broken windows. There was no front garden.

Anita was out the car and just pushed on the front door and it opened. She turned to see me nervously coming round the car and grabbed me by the chains attached to my nipples and pulled me into the house by them. Inside it was the smell that hit me first – sweat and garbage, we walked on the hallway past what passed as a kitchen. Dishes and left over food was piled high. We walked into the lounge, it wasn’t much better, but here were the guys responsible for the squalor. Six pairs of eyes lit up as they got the first glimpse of me. Discarded beer cans and bottles were cast around as were take-out containers. The men were seated in soft chairs that had definitely seen much better days; I tried my best to avoid eye contact. Anita was greeting the guys, I just stood there.

Anita now removed her leather coat and lifted the micro skirt right off me leaving the clamps, stockings and heels only. There were murmurs of delight and approval from the 6 men. I knew I was the main course, but my sister was there to help and be used as well. I knew she’d been here on about 4 visits with her friend and his wife plus 3 visits as the sole woman, brought by a kinky friend of hers. Her friend had apparent brought his own wife here and had done so fairly regularly – Having become a bit bored of seeing his own wife gang fucked he’d invited my sister to accompany them both and join in the fun.

‘Say hallo, properly’ Anita told me. I knew what I had to do. It took about 5 or 6 minutes to give each man a proper kiss, opening my mouth letting his tongue roll into mine. Each one had foul breath and the body odour was ranking and with the temperature of lust rising in their body, each one seemed worse than the last.

She already explained that we’d have to start things going. Now we faced each other and she pulled me into a kiss, I was relieved that thing had started and we played with each other’s tongues making sure that our mouth s were open so the guys could see. After a few minutes during which my arousal had picked up again, she guided my mouth onto her breasts, one at a time, to suck on her already swollen nipples. I was aware out of the corner of my eye that zips were being undone and cocks pulled from pants to be stoked slowly into hardness as they watched us.

As planned by her I now sank onto my knees in front of her as she spread her legs to allow me to lick her pussy. I could smell and see her arousal as there were definitely trickles of juice on her inner thighs; I guess mine was the same at this point.

Some 30 months earlier watched by our respective husbands and two male friends of hers, she had eaten my pussy for the very first time. As she went down on me, she blew softly up and down my labia, parting my lips with her fingers, I’d already been fucked to orgasm at least twice – by her husband, and one of the men so I had a good cream pie in me, feeling her hot breath on my pussy prolonged the exquisite agony of having my younger sister lick me, and when her tongue ran over my clit – its first contact, I shuddered to yet another climax. She then proceeded to give me a master class of how to eat pussy and arsehole. I’d been licked by other women – not many, but a few by then and Anita really knew how to do it, she had me popping off as she licked and cleaned me. Finally with me so relaxed and so aroused I must have been leaking juices, she fisted my pussy, my first fisting, she did it so easily. Oh God she drove me wild pushing her hand in then fisting it to pull away, using a finger to open my cervix. When it was my turn to return the favour, I felt like a novice, clumsy and ham fisted. But over the following months she’d taught me well. But both guys and women say she is the best at giving oral sex.