Literotic asexstories – Unholy Pt. 02: Cleanse by Blue_Gator,Blue_Gator
Repair what’s broken.
Private beaches even more so.
Darla Beale finds herself in the fortunate position of currently occupying one where she’s stretched out and sunbathing nude. She does her best to ignore the tickle of the tide brushing her body.
Off in the distance, the redhead spots a fifty-foot wave gaining speed, heading towards her. She’s trapped while the sky darkens to a greenish-gray hue. So Darla digs her fingers into the wet sand, curling them into fists while the wind tickles her sweat-coated body.
It’s the calm before the storm. The teaser before a punishing wave crashes into her, hard enough to shatter the illusion. Darla wants to be swept away by it, to be pulled down into the domain of Poseidon.
Only she knows salvation can’t claim her yet because it isn’t a wave striking her, but a tongue.
Darla pries her eyes open long enough to register the mop of red hair pooled between her legs, bobbing up and down in a slow punishing rhythm. She isn’t on a beach sunbathing, but instead nude in her bed, wrists fastened to her headboard, battling a burning ache from muscles weary and utterly spent from hours of struggling against her bonds.
While Chloe, her twin, her domme swipes her tongue over her sex. Making sure to angle her ass up in the air to add to her twin’s sweet torture. Challenging her with a ghoulish smile brought about from seeing her helpless twin all keyed up, on the verge of her precipice because there is nothing hotter or more arousing than watching yourself go down on you.
“You-you…”Darla’s chest heaves… “bitch,” her body trembles, yearning for relief.
Chloe stops to tsk . “Just never learn, do you, slut?” an exaggerated sigh escapes her lips. Chloe’s hair tickles Darla’s thighs when she lifts her head and then crawls up the bed.
She knows the blindfold is returning. Chloe has to punish her for being a brat…for depriving her domme of a tasty treat. Before Chloe slips it over her eyes, Darla takes a second to admire Chloe’s body. Her twin is nude from the waist down, her biceps are lean and sinuous, and a white tank top obscures her view of Chloe’s tits, but the fluorescent light from the bathroom – the only light illuminating the bedroom – affords Darla a brief glance at Chloe’s pussy; swollen and glistening. However, everything quickly fades to black when her twin slips the blindfold over her face, causing Darla to groan in defeat.
Darla feels weight beside her accompanied by a playful sigh. Chloe’s lying beside her and if the soft clicking is anything to go by, her twin is probably messing around on her phone. Which means Darla is going to lie there until Chloe feels she’s had enough. Or her twin’s horniness overrules her judgment.
Darla wonders if Chloe is getting herself off next to her. The intoxicating scent of pussy lingers in the air, which only serves to further Darla’s torment. She feels her heart pounding in her chest in excitement and she involuntarily tries to move against her restraints, to no avail. She feels like she’s been here for eternity.
Clocks aren’t permitted when they do a scene. Time deprivation enhances feelings of helplessness and loss of control. Allowing for an all-around good time to be had.
She’s definitely grateful. This scene is literally what she needed. See, edging is one of her favorite kinks; and three weeks ago when the magazine that she worked for, for five-years as editor-in-chief fired her; Darla had two choices, spend the night in the emergency room having her stomach pumped because she was contemplating taking a handful of pills…or let her domme tie her to the bed and spend an entire afternoon denying her sweet release until she gave up all control, freed herself of inhibitions and insecurities, and let Chloe be her North Star, her lighthouse in the fog.
Darla made the right choice – the smart choice when she called Beca and Chloe. The couple dropped everything and stayed up all night holding a crying Darla, reassuring her of her abilities, that she’s loved, and reminding her that life is worth living. Assuring the redhead that her firing was the magazine’s loss.
Chloe knew when her sister slipped into depressive moods like this that she needed to be guided. Broken down, and built back up.
Of course, Beca and Chloe have been hooking up with Darla for years with their honeymoon serving as a week-long sex romp between the three women.
Darla participated in scenes with Beca and Chloe whenever they were in a particularly naughty mood or when the three of them needed a kink-fest to really let go; or…they just wanted a hot fuck. And what better way to get off than by doing something sinful and taboo? It’s easy when you’re a sub-leaning switch who likes to co-top her sister-in-law but surrenders willingly to her doppelgänger.
It’s a good arrangement.
They fuck.
Darla and her twin fuck.
It should feel weird. It should make them feel disgusted, but nothing could be further from the truth.
Sex only strengthens their bond. It’s brought them closer to a spiritual sense of one-ness. The twins are more loyal and passionate than they’ve ever been. Their trust in each other is indestructible.
Throwing Beca into the mix as a wild card to balance them out in case they fly too close to the sun; well that, that just makes them more unstoppable. Together the three of them are a fucked up, beautiful symphony.
Throughout her life people related stories to Darla about how they weren’t close to their siblings, going so far as to throw out words like “hate,” or phrases like “they’re dead to me.” Stories such as those broke the woman’s heart because she couldn’t fathom a world where she and Chloe weren’t close.
Darla is grateful that Chloe’s wife is very sexually-progressive and open-minded, that Beca understands and respects that sometimes Darla and Chloe don’t need a threesome…they want, and sometimes need to indulge in kinky activities on their own. Beca’s fine with Chloe being Darla’s domme. The music producer knew that Chloe and Darla had their own unique relationship which met their needs. Knew that occasionally Darla needs Chloe to absolutely annihilate her.
The duality of their relationship.
It surprised Beca just how warm and sisterly they could be. Some nights Beca would come home to find them curled up under a blanket and watching a movie. Nary a sexual thought or impulse on their mind. Just two sisters cuddling and enjoying the peace from simply being with each other.
Some nights they weren’t so innocent. Occasionally Beca would happen upon them glossing over a raunchy magazine, their eyes lighting up while they pointed at the pictures. Planning and discussing scenes and scenarios.
Then there were *those* nights…
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Beca ‘s favorite was the time she came home to find Chloe buck naked. Her breath hot on Darla’s collared neck, nipping at it. Decorating the milky flesh with trophies. “Doesn’t my pet look so hot like this?” Chloe asked Beca before marking her sister‘s neck again. “At my mercy?”
That ‘s when Beca noticed the rope around Darla’s body. Over her shoulders, criss-crossed together between her breasts and knotted and then down between her legs. Two support ropes were suspended from the ceiling fashioned in such a way that if Darla sank down or moved in the slightest then the ropes would push further into her crotch. It burns, and aches, and pulls in the best possible way.
So naturally Darla dipped down as often as she could, making delightful whimpers and gasps in the process. “You’re-you’re so good to me ma’am!” she hissed out. Beca watched as Chloe‘s fingers darted in and out of her twin at breakneck speed.
“Beg me to make you come,” Chloe‘s voice was husky and rough.
“P-please ma’am.” Darla whined as the fullness inside only served to make her aching need grow.
“Awww, you hear that Becs? My little slut needs to come,” Chloe‘s eyes were full of devilish joy watching her twin succumb to her bondage. Watching her drop down so the ropes would pull on her crotch, and her arousal build up from being so helpless. “Think I should let her?”
Beca shook her head. She was a little shit after all.
But, Darla wasn ‘t having it.
“Please ma’am, I- I need you, I need you to claim me like this!” Darla pleaded as Chloe slowed down her ministrations and for a hot second the redhead thought her twin might stop completely, leaving her crying and wanting with need.
“Come for me, pet,” Chloe commanded.
Beca watched starry-eyed as Darla stiffened then groan as her back arched violently, pleasure crashing through her in brutal waves.
Darla smiled lazily, her body sagged in her restraints while her head spun from the high.
To show her gratitude, Chloe pulled her twin sister in for a messy kiss.
As Chloe undid Darla ‘s ropes, Beca returned to the kitchen. She turned to Darla, “Got room for desert?” Beca produced a strap-on.
Darla grabbed Beca ‘s wrist then spun her and backed her into the wall. “You are the bottom, I’m the switch,” Darla replied rebelliously, surprised how quickly her arousal returned. “I think I’ll make the orders, Lil B.”
“Y-Yeah, Beca choked. “Sounds good.”
“Ma’am!” Darla called out to Chloe. Chloe looked up, she was about to put the ropes away. “Beca wants a turn.”
Chloe ‘s eyes lit up again while Beca’s breath hitched.
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“Slut,” Chloe’s commanding voice startles her, “are you ready to behave?”
Before Darla can answer, she gasps, bucking violently when she feels something cold trailing down the valley of her breasts.
She cannot see Chloe, but intuitively she’s able to visualize Chloe looking at her with pursed lips and pointed eyes.
Her twin isn’t feeling very nice right now.
Good .
Darla doesn’t want Chloe to be nice.
“You like this, slut?” Chloe barks.
Darla nods. “Y-yes ma’am,” she leans into the ice cube, earning her a scorching slap on her tits eliciting a pleasurable groan from the bound redhead.
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