Note: I’m going to combine the rest of the chapters I’ve written so far. I’m new both to this site and to erotica in general and was treating this as more of a webnovel. Instead, I should have split the story into parts or arcs rather than WN chapters.
Just a forewarning, it’s no holds barred, the nastiest shit I could think of in the given situations pretty well from here on out, though more so as it goes. I’m not even sure the posti
Session 6
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Sister’s POV:
Things were becoming boozy. Well, at least for everyone else. Thanks to a secret note to the waiter, my “Vodka shots” were a rather delicious Himalayan spring water. L’ Don Pedro or some shit.
Cindi’s heel tickled my legs. Father didn’t notice. He was happily chatting about spreadsheet management tricks to Monique, who, God bless her heart, was eating it up.
That in mind, I scooted my chair closer to the table. Cindi’s foot found my thighs. I slouched and spared a glance in Father’s direction. Good. He was still busy with Monique.
Monique was facing my direction. I know she saw what I was doing. I also trusted her to act in her own self interest. She would not make note of it. Instead, her focus would be on Father and keeping him from noticing me. Was that her hand atop his? Ah, no, not quite but her fingers were inching closer.
Good girl.
I turned and locked eyes with Cindi. You be a good girl, too.
As I slouched under the table, I thrust my hips up and down. This time, I felt her bare toes. She’d ditched the heels. She tickled me everywhere except where I wanted it most. Bitch was toying with me. I loved bitches.
Ugh. Oh fuck. Oh Fuck. Her toe found purchase. Ugh. Oh fuck. Cindi, that flexible bitch, twisted her foot in such a way that her big toe began pleading with my sex, ‘let me in, let me in.’ And her other little piggies? Well, they wiggled all the way up my vulva, nestling into the crevice I’d opened to her.
Ugh. Yeah, that was the shit. I glanced over. Father still had his back to me. Monique subtly raised an eyebrow. I licked my lips.
Her middle toes pinched my labia between them, stretching it out. But her pinkie toe was the real star. It tickled by swollen bud, occasionally digging deep and flicking it back and forth. My eyes rolled back. Dear God, she was amazing. I loved her. I loved her more than anything right then. I wanted her inside me. Ugh, I thrust forward. Her toe jammed into my hole.
Ugh. My eyes rolled up. I wanted to smack the table, but that would attract Father’s attention.
Father? Who gave a fuck. It’d fuck everything up, my whole plan, but I didn’t care right then. I was lost in that moment, overcome by sudden lust. Besides, there would be other times. I was his daughter, after all. We were bound for life.
Ugh. The fact that my pussy was being spread by a pair of dirty feet right next to him. Ugh. That sent a spark.
Something moist tickled my ass. Oh fuck. That was a tongue. Tasha, that little fuck puppet was down there. Cindi winked. She’d sent her servant over.
I slipped my ass off the chair. Cindi’s foot continued to work miracles. Tasha’s dainty fingers prodded and parted my ass. Her tongue slathered its way into the valley. She tickled my little anus. I flexed. Her tongue poked. I relaxed. Moisture slid in. Oh God. Tasha was licking my insides.
Monique smirked. She thought she had me.
I know she thought that because I’d let her. This wasn’t a distraction. This was the plan, a very pleasurable part of it. I didn’t know who it would be, but I figured at least one of my very horny friends would want to fool around. And Tasha and Cindi served that purpose just fine.
‘Hurry up and seduce Father, you dumb slut.’
Perhaps my thoughts communicated to her because she finally ventured her hand on top on his. Father was perhaps a little more than tipsy at this point, but even so, he instinctively turned his head to see if I noticed those shenanigans.
Oh, but fuck and butt fuck. Tasha’s tongue was punching my ass. Cindi’s toes were spreading my hole. She’d even poked my urethra. Cheeky bitch. Oh, and that was just the right amount of pain to send the first spurt of juices onto her toes and dripping down into Tasha’s mouth.
Not a full orgasm. At least, not what I considered a full orgasm but still a hell of a shock.
I gripped the table. Clenched my fork. My mouth opened, yearning, dripping saliva.
All while Father was turning to face me. I didn’t care, let him see. Oh fuck. Let him watch his daughter get tongue punched.
That never happened.
Monique, perhaps for me, perhaps for her own self, grabbed Father’s face, leaned forward and kissed him deep. She made eye contact with me the whole time. Oh God, I wanted that. I wanted her. I wanted Father. I wanted it all.
Another shock rocked me from within. I let it, and this time, instead of cum, a spurt of piss splashed onto my lovelies down there. Oops.
Cindi pulled her foot back, and for a moment I thought I’d gone too far. But she bursa escort leaned under the table and whispered to Tasha.
The next thing I felt was lips suckled up to my pussy, specifically the upper part. Tasha slurped. And this time her tongue knocked at a different door: My urethra.
Huh? I scrunched my face. Her eyes pleaded up at me, suckling like a baby lamb. Cindi licked her lips and nodded. She mouthed a single word: Piss.
Even Monique, who was currently making out with my father, let her eyes wander away from challenging me and down between my thighs. I arched my back, shoving Tasha’s mouth deep, then I lifted my dress clear up to my stomach.
Yeah, I had Monique’s attention.
I spurt once. Testing, testing. Tasha suckled and gulped. Cindi, who kept peeking under the table at me, mouthed “More.”
Tasha nodded yes.
So I let it free. I pissed into Tasha’s hungry, greedy mouth. I could hear it splashing the back of her throat, like a muted toilet. Yes, Tasha, my free use muted toilet. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. She couldn’t keep up. It spilled out the corners of her mouth, down her chin and splashed onto the floor.
And to that, I pushed a heavy flow, emptying all at once.
Her eyes watered. Tears trickled down. She was done. I could see that.
Cindi, her master, mouthed “More.”
I grabbed Tasha’s head and shoved her lips deep into me. She gargled and gasp. Thank God for Monique. Dad was far too distracted to take note.
The last of it spilled away, but I kept her there. “Clean me,” I mouthed.
She whimpered and sniffled and blinked away her tears. Poor girl was so young. Probably no older than my brother and probably even more fragile. What a delicate creature.
I grabbed Tasha’s hair and forced her to lick my thighs. Cindi bit her lip and moaned. Tasha cried, which was cut off abruptly when I shoved her face into my sweet pussy.
‘That’s right, my flower. Lick every trace. I need to be clean for Father.’
Sparing a glance at Father, I reasoned it was okay, and I spread my legs wide, resting my feet up on the table. I worked Tasha up and down, licking every fold, every crevice of my pussy. Then I shoved her face into my ass. Smeared her nose in it.
‘Clean it, from the valley to the cheeks, clean it, then dwell on my hole’
And when she was done, I put my legs down and straightened my dress. Though, I still had her hair clasp in one hand. She wasn’t about to get away from me yet. I dipped my napkin in my water and pulled her out from under the table. Tasha tried to stand, I forced her to kneel.
She sniffled. I handed her a tissue from my purse. She blew her nose, tears still streaking down. I dabbed her face with the moist napkin, cleaning up all my juice.
Ahhh. ‘Stick out your tongue,’ I motioned.
She did. I wiped down her tongue. She tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth, but I pinched it between my fingers. I pulled her face close, my own tongue lapped hers into my mouth. And then I suckled her tongue back and forth, back and forth.
She moaned lightly, and her hands rose, like they wanted to hold my face tenderly, but she knew her master would not allow her to take initiative with her friends. Still, Tasha was something special, and she deserved a treat.
I let her go, and took her hand like a princess. She glided to her feet, all 5 feet of her. Poor girl didn’t dare look me in the eye. Good. But still, she did just service me oh-so-well. And I did just soil her dress. Poor girl. I grabbed around her waist and kissed her lips, a soft peck.
Her hands hovered next to my cheeks once again. I pulled them in, let her cradle me. I nibbled on her lips, then stretched her mouth wide and wrestled with her tongue.
“My darling beauty, you are incredible,” I whispered in her ear once we parted.
She blushed and swayed back and forth. I gave her one last longing kiss, gentle as it was. Then I smacked her on the butt. “You’re dismissed,” I whispered.
She trotted around the table, around Jen and James, who appeared rather pleased with the show themselves. When she got back to Cindi, Cindi stood up, Tasha sat down, and Cindi sat on her lap. A master should not have to sit on a hard chair, I agreed with the arrangement.
And right then, I thought about Tasha’s soft thighs. I never did sample them. I should have at least poked around in there a bit.
“That’s something I never expected to see from you, Maggie!” Father’s speech slurred a bit at the edges.
He was sipping at a half empty shot of tequila while Monique draped off him like his personal shoulder devil. God, I loved her. I didn’t even have to look to know that as soon as the passionate kissing between me and Tasha began, Monique’s and Father’s ended.
She wanted him to see the show. She wanted him to think his daughter was a lesbian, and therefore, was somehow less interested in him.
I wish I could claim credit for thinking my plans through this thoroughly, but alas, sometimes happy accidents do happen. No reason to waste opportunity.
I bursa escort bayan leaned across my father, not to him, but beyond him, back to Monique. I smashed my lips into hers, she into mine. We wrestled our mouth for, perhaps, ten seconds or so, though I don’t know who won the match.
And then I whispered in her ear, “How does my piss taste.”
Her tongue grated across her teeth, that vixen. “How does your man taste?”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. ‘My date? My date tastes exactly like I let him. I just made you lick piss, knowingly!’
I made a showing of sitting back down and almost slipping off my chair. ‘Oh, look at me. I’m so drunk.’ Then I clanked my shot glass full of water against Father’s tequila. “Salut!”
Father grinned. “Salut!”
We drank.
Perhaps right then, he thought I was just one of the guys. Like Father-Son bonding, except, he probably never imagined he’d be out on the town with his daughter.
Dad was so happy. We rang for another round.
I was going to do things to him he’d never do with his son. ‘Isn’t that right, Father?’ We clanked our glass, and I gave him back over to Monique’s lips. Her hand was already kneading into his crotch. Feeling his cock.
That was the very cock I vowed to have inside me later. I quit the pill. My lunar calendar lined up perfectly with tonight. Ah yes. Soon, very soon, my father would breed me. He just didn’t know it yet.
Fuck sons. Daughters rule.
Session 7
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An hour later, that was when everything and I mean everything got fucked.
It started off okay. The plan was still on track.
Jen and James set the mood. They switched between making out, dry humping, and holding up a camera, filming everyone else. Though, later on, those three things became one in the same.
I’d have to get them to send me the video later. Rule was, videos were for our eyes only.
Cindi and Tasha had switched positions. Though, I gave Cindi a pass for submitting to the hard chair as I noticed Tasha bopping gently up and down on Cindi’s lap. Cindi’s famous strap-on was no doubt working through her fuck toy beneath the table, gently, subtly, but Cindi’s rubber was inside Tasha all the same.
And the thing was, Cindi made eye contact with me the whole time.
It was uncomfortable.
Her hand snaked up Tasha’s dress, cradling her nominal breasts and flicked a nub.
But Tasha was a good girl. Strained and beet red as her face was, she didn’t make a peep. Cindi was an excellent disciplinarian.
And still, Cindi’s eyes bore into my own.
She’d never been this overt before. In fact, she was probably the only person in the group I hadn’t fucked. I glanced over to the newcomer, Raul. That man fidgeted in his chair, pretending to scroll through his phone as his date shoved her tongue down Father’s throat.
Okay, I hadn’t fucked Raul, either, but he didn’t count. He was just–I counted heads in the room–an eighth wheel. Barely a footnote. And certainly not a regular, just some clinger-on.
But as to Cindi’s burgeoning desire, I wondered if I’d changed our dynamic when I played so rough with her pet? Was she sending me a different kind of challenge than Monique? But she’d encouraged that? I–I really didn’t know what her deal was.
I fidgeted in place. Cindi licked Tasha’s neck, then bit down hard. Tasha opened her mouth to yelp, but again, her training kicked in, and it was only a mute exclamation. I could see the bruise each individual tooth left when Cindi released her.
That was…brutal.
Cindi grabbed a steak knife, still staring me down. She pried open Tasha’s lips with the point, and slowly, slid it inside. Tasha’s eyes teared up; her face shook in her desperate attempt to hold perfectly still, to keep from being sliced.
Cindi pried Tasha’s jaw open with the flat of the blade, then pressed it into her tongue. She hadn’t drawn blood–at least yet–this was perhaps only due to the dullness of the cheap blade. And then, with Tasha’s mouth wide, her tongue pinned, Cindi bucked…her…up…and…down. Hard. Forceful.
Then Cindi twisted the knife, licking her lips at me, folding Tasha’s tongue around the serrations.
Tasha did all she could to hold her face still, to keep Cindi’s violent humps from cutting her insides.
Cindi stopped and slid the knife ever so coyly out of her toy’s mouth. Tasha, somehow intuitively knew what to do next. She carefully slipped Cindi’s fake cock from her hole, and stood up, lingering next to her master, puffing out her chest slightly.
Cindi’s eyes were still locked on mine. I quivered. She made no note of my reaction. At this point, she had me. I was caught, utterly transfixed, a gazelle before a lion.
I thought I was so clever, planning, scheming. But Jesus, I was nothing.
Maybe that was the point she was making? Maybe Cindi wanted to put me in my place?
Regardless, her steak knife slipped between Tasha’s breasts. Her lacy dress snagged against the point. Poke. Tasha yipped. escort bursa Cindi snarled.
Cindi began scissoring the knife up and down, cutting the dress free, but not just that, she was sawing into her lover’s chest, pinching the fabric, splitting it free. Yet, somehow Cindi never once sliced into Tasha’s skin. Her skill has inhuman. And all without averting her eyes from my own.
I opened my mouth in protest, but just then, Tasha moaned. She…she was loving this?
As her dress peeled away, bifurcated, splayed across her breasts by the knife, a red line lingered, the only evidence of the blade against her skin. Cindi controlled the pressure just enough to mar Tasha’s flesh, but not enough to injure her lover.
Lover?
Were they? Tasha’s eyes were rolled up in the back of her head. Perhaps they were even more than lovers?
My own pussy throbbed when my thoughts recalled all Cindi could do with only her feet. Imagine the pleasure if I had her full attention?
The dress split in two clear down to Tasha’s waist. The knife scissored into her nethers, and yet, Cindi did not stop. Tasha’s hands shook. The knife sawed through her crevice, parting her pussy as it sliced the fabric, labia folding and sliding across the cold metal.
Once through, Cindi shoved Tasha forward. So rough. Plates crashed, wine spilled. All heads jerked in her direction, all heads except for Cindi’s. Her eyes bulged, pure fury.
She shoved Tasha’s face into a platter of sushi, mashing her around by the hair. Tasha moaned, pleading for more.
Cindi rose from her chair, and with a hideous rip, tore the rest of the dress clean off Tasha. The rubber dildo I’d suspected was strapped to her professional pant suit like a fat purple flag waving to us all. It might have been funny if she wasn’t terrifying, pure controlled fury.
She stalked behind Tasha like a lioness, but her prey was not spread before her, writhing in hordorves as Tasha was.
Cindi’s prey was me. Her head swiveled, locked onto my own, and she slammed her cock into Tasha’s rear. What came next was not the gentle bounce of earlier. It was sloppy wet pig sex. Smashing and grinding her pet, smearing her across the table by the throat.
Tasha moaned out. That was a mistake. Cindi grabbed a fistful of shrimp and shoved them into Tasha’s open maw. Chew, chew, chew. Hump, hump, hump. Couldn’t swallow, spit out the mashed up slurry. Hump, hump, hump. Raw. Animalistic. Wreched.
At one point, Cindi poured salad oil all over Tasha’s back. She held up three fingers for me to see and slammed them up Tasha’s ass, fapping furiously. Pump, pump, pump. Tasha shuddered and came. She shuddered again. Every eye stared at her, struggling to make sense of this ultra-violence.
That poor delicate broken flower loved it, too. That was written across her face.
Cindi pulled her fingers out of Tasha’s ass and shoved them in the tiny girls mouth. It mixed in with the shrimp slurry. Cindi stirred it around real good and then clamped Tasha’s jaw shut, forcing her to swallow.
The broken girl did.
Tasha cried and shuddered and gasp and drooled. And throughout it all, she smiled.
Cindi pulled her rubber cock out of Tasha’s pussy. She stalked around the table, not to me, but to Raul. She waggled her cock in Raul’s face. That man could not be more out of his element. His phone dropped from his hands. And for a second, his mouth gaped in shock. ‘What, notice me?’ He seemed to say.
That was all the invitation Cindi needed. She shoved her cock down Raul’s throat, made him suck it clean, lick every last morsel of sweet womanhood.
When she released him, Cindi purred. Her hands gracefully found a half full glass of wine. She swirled it around and tipped her head to me in cheers. Then sipped the glass gingerly, petting her purple cock. ‘Good boy.’
Satisfied at the reprieve, she made a grand gesture toward Tasha. “My lover is open for service.”
To that, no one moved.
Tasha was still panting, her face smashed against her mess. But I did notice her ass raise into the air at Cindi’s declaration.
Father cleared his throat.
Oh fuck.
Father.
That man was mortified.
Monique, who still clung to him, she shot me a pointed look like ‘what the fuck just happened?’
There were no words.
And then it hit me. Father. After this, while we may not be ruined, my chance to breed him certainly would be.
I glanced down at his trousers. Monique had a firm grasp on his balls, but she was too shocked to do anything with them. Nonetheless, Father had an erection.
That was all I needed.
Cindi still glared at me as she sipped her wine, posing against the table, high above us all, completely in control. I only had one move left.
Fuck. I don’t know what I did, but she wanted me. She wanted me bad. And going by the primal glint in her eye, it wasn’t for a sensual encounter.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I-I-I-
I slapped Moniques hand away.
“Huh?” Father whipped his head down in confusion.
Instead of ebony fingers caressing his manhood, he saw my honky white ones, fumbling with his zipper. I hadn’t a clue what went through his mind right then, but the look of utter betrayal in his eyes, that would haunt me.