“Yes, Mistress,” Bex sighs. ‘Fuck Alathia why are you turning me into such a feminine girl I’ve always been more tomboy then Butterfly.’
Rinsing her big sisters hair Alathia repeats the process of washing her big sisters hair again then moves onto the conditioner.
Bex quickly turns around and kisses Alathia, catching her off guard.
Alathia recovers quickly and does her best to hide her pleasure at the unexpected show of affection.
Her big sister meekly, submissively asks, “M… ma… may I please wash you, Mistress.”
Grinning like scar from the lion king, “Oh … you want to wash me … you little slut.”
“Yes, Mistress. I want to touch you. Please, may I?”
Alathia stretches her arms out, water spills off her body, making it look like she spread her wings open, “If my pet slut wishes to touch me … she may … if that’s what you desire?”
Blushing, Bex picks up the washcloth and begins running it over Alathia’s massive chest, drawing a cute gasp from her little sister’s lips. It’s another knife twisting into poor Bex, as her mosquito bite boobs are nothing to the globes that hang on Alathia’s chest.
Bex runs her hands playfully on Alathia’s brests, pulling teasingly at her nipples, drawing a quick hissing of breath from the sensation. Taking Alathia’s nipple in her mouth, Bex begins suckling it like a newborn babe.
Caressing her head, Alathia speaks softly to her sister, snickering, “I thought you wanted to wash me … pet.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I couldn’t resist your beautiful boobs,” she said blushing.
She takes great enjoyment in fondling Alathia’s breasts, before running her hand through her little sister’s pubic hair. A twinge of sadness and humiliation rolls through her body at the loss of her own pubic hair.
Noticing her sister paying attention to her pubic hair, and always the opportunist, Alathia rubs it in.
“That my pet slut … is my pubic hair … it shows that I’m a woman … unlike me, my pet … you are a little girl.”
Growling to herself, ‘Bitch I had pubes yesterday, before you made me look like a child.’ She runs a finger between her little sister’s pussy lips. ‘Fuck, Alathia, your pussy feels amazing.’ Pushing two fingers deep into her sister’s hot, tight slit causes a slight tremble in her legs.
With a gasp, Alathia grabs Bex’s shoulder to steady herself from collapsing. Slowly, lowering herself in the water, Bex places Alathia’s leg on the edge of the tub and slowly licks gently at her sisters outer labia teasing the tip of her tongue into her little sisters love hole, taking in the scent and flavor of her little sister. Bex’s mind wanders, ‘God, Alathia, your pussy is so intoxicating!’
Alathia coos at Bex, “My … oh my … you are a honey-tongued slut …aren’t you? You seem absolutely obsessed with your little sister’s pussy … are you slut … are you pussy struck?” She then chuckles to herself.
“Yes, Mistress, your taste is intoxicating, Mistress.” Bex says while lapping her little sister’s pussy. The words aren’t lies and they feel right on her lips. ‘Was I meant to be here p, servicing my little sister? I enjoy servicing my sister, I’m where I’m supposed to be aren’t I?”
Bex can feel Alathia caressing her hair. “Hey pet … you’re doing so good … keep it up … maybe I’ll return the favor … slut!”
Bex’s eyes light up and she picks up the pace. Bex is fully engrossed in the task at hand. Bex moves up and kisses Alathia, both women slip back into the tub, letting the warm bathwater caress their intertwined bodies.
Alathia feels her big sister smash her pussy into her leg grinding and humping like a bitch in heat.
Bex’s sex addled mind is fixated on a singular purpose gettin her release. She moans into Alathia’s mouth as she feels her little sister’s hands roam over her thin body.
Alathia hands pass over Bex’s chest taking her big sisters long erect nipples in her fingers tugging hard on them making Bex squeak and moan.
‘Fuck that was amazing, I love my nipples being pulled!’
Alathia, seeing her big, slutty sister’s response, pulls harder, twisting them.
‘Holy shit, that’s incredible, I think I may be a masochistic, fuck I hope not!’
Bex, seeking release, grinds her pussy hard on Alathia’s leg, “Oh, Mistress.”
Pushing Bex off her leg, “No no no pet … you are not allowed to climax … you can give me one … you aren’t allowed to orgasm … do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, you said if I begged you’d let me orgasm. Will you let me beg now, Mistress? If Mistress will let me climax, please Mistress, please let me cum please, Mistress!”
Alathia gently caresses her big sister. Seductively, she licks her canine tooth mirroring a snake looking at its prey. She feels this is the moment to strike. To make Bex bend to her will.
She grabs Bex by the throat and squeezes, “No slut … you’ll shave your pussy clean … finish your nightly ritual … I left your pajamas in your room … go to bed you have a big day tomorrow.”
She releases her grip on her big sister’s neck. Bex coughs and whimpers like a scolded puppy while soaking in the tub. Alathia, after a loaded pause to match her impeccable timing and passion for theatrics, grabs her back towel and swirls it around her body like a cloak in the fashion of the great villains of the silver screen.
Catching her breath, Bex rubs her neck wondering what happened. What had she done to elicit such a response from her little sister? She pinches her nipples thinking, ‘Fuck Alathia that was so hot, god I want you to do that again. I want your hand around my neck while I cum all over myself.’
Quickly, Bex finishes her bathroom tasks, drys herself off, and heads to her room, grumbling, “Once more into hell.”
**********
Sitting at her Vanity, Jill is going through her nightly routine. Putting her pencil skirt and power jacket to the side, she chuckles to herself, ‘It’s nice to have a live-in maid. Good job Alathia, well done indeed.’ Continuing her nightly routine, she removes her jewelry and makeup, and begins applying creams and lotions. Pubert strips off his suit revealing the bra and panties set Jill had laid out for him to wear; his pink cock cage stands out prominently.
“Jill, honey, do you think Bex has turned over a new leaf, or is this another phase, like emo or goth?”
Jill is brushing her hair out, “No Pubert, I don’t think Alathia’s going to let Bex quit this.”
“Well, my Mistress, it’s good that she sticks with something.”
Jill redirects her hubby’s attention, Pubert can’t know what’s happening before it’s time. My young protege needs room to grow.
“Oh Pubert, I’ve got to tell you what happened at work today.” Jill begins to regale Pubert with the events of her day. She was working in her corner office planning out future projects, when, abruptly, but purposely, her office door was shoved open. The perpetrator, an intern to her work lover Chris Wesker, closes and locks the door. “Mrs. Reid, Mr. Wesker sent me yo … you … you’re to … to obey m … me <
Jill smiles, like a lioness looking at a poor gazelle, thinking to herself, ‘Oh you poor poor bastard, Chris what are you thinking. You know I’d eat this poor child alive, bwahaha. But this could be fun. Let’s see what game you’re playing at Chris, sending a lowly intern to play with me, huh”
Watching the young 20 something boy, Jill rises from her desk. The blonde haired, blue eyed, scruffy young man’s eyes are filled with the lust and passion of youth.
He gives the powerful women a command, “Ben … bend … bend over the desk.”
Chuckling to herself, “Is that so, you want me to bend over my desk!” Jill takes great joy in playing with her food.
The young intern begins trembling, “Yes … Jill you’re to bend ov … over no … now!”
Smiling and sauntering slowly to the edge of her desk, she bends over seductively, licking her lips, looking at the intern as if he were the victim not Jill.
Timidly and meekly, he walks slowly behind the bent over Jill. He tentatively lifts her skirt. She’s wearing a sexy g-string and garter belt, which is holding up a pair of black, sexy, nylon stockings.
The intern attempts to tell Jill his name, but she cuts him off, “Did Chris say to tell me your name.”
“No Ma’am.”
He slowly pulls down her g-string. Apparently Chris told this intern our little secret. He pulls out a bottle of lube and buttplug from the top drawer. She feels cold lube being applied to her anus. It causes a gasp to escape her lips. He fumbles the lube. Jill can tell he isn’t experienced in this. He’s merely young, dumb and full of cum.
Jill lets her mind wander, ‘This could be amazingly orgasmic or woefully disappointing. And so help me Chris, if this is disappointing, I’m taking it out on you.’
When she realizes her young caller is actively avoiding her pussy another puzzle piece comes together. Chris wants her to let a nobody fuck her ass, something her own husband’s never done.
Her choice is made with the sudden, intrusive feeling of two fingers plunging into her ass. The hand of an unnamed lackey was bringing a new level of heat to her swollen, wet pussy. She feels pressure on her back, her uninvited guest is pinning her down. Mrs. Reid feels her caller’s cock pressing against her defenseless anus.
“Can you believe that Pubert? The nerve of Chris! To send an intern to fuck me in the ass, like some common street walker! The nerve of him! I mean, I let him, but let me tell you … it was amazing.”
Jill feels the intern grasping her hips. The young lover pulls her hips and slams her ass on his cock, grunting in time with his thrusts. Slowly, the young man’s hands creep up her shirt. Her breasts pop out. He plays with her nipples, pulling on them gently, causing a moan to slip from her mouth. Jill begins thrusting back against her lover’s piston-like rhythm. She feels the young man’s pathetic attempt to smack her ass, it barely registers as she fights back a giggle. Playing with such an inexperienced and unsure lover is a new experience and Jill is bidding her time till she turns on the young naive little boy.
Pumping away, the young man attempts another pitiful smack to her sexy ass. Fighting back the chuckle at the sad attempt of spanking her, she thinks,‘Oh if this wasn’t Chris’ game, I’d show you the proper way to spank a slut!’
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