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# Sex Genie Part -- 10

Jake lay motionless, his cum starting to leak out of Kajal around his cock. Looking down he saw a slight glow all around her. Once again her hair got a brighter black, on her head and her vagina, her breasts got firmer standing up more proud. Her ass became rounder and rolling off her he saw that her skin had a healthier tone to it. Again another gong sounded as the glow around ghr faded sitting up, Kajal looked down at her body her mouth a gape. Deepika came running and smiled at her master.

Kajal's mother stepped into the room, bowing low she averted her eyes from Jake's cock (she had felt the magic when she entered the house.)

"Master Jake, I wish to thank you for freeing my daughter from the remainder of the curse. I must return home now the baby will be born soon." She said rubbing her stomach. "Be well my daughter, you both take good care of Master Jake."

"Thank you mama we will," replied Kajal.

"Yes and thank you for helping my new sister," Deepika said a huge smile on her face, blinking, Jake and Kajal were clothed. Hugging both Jinns and a quick peck on his cheek Kajal's mother was gone.

Stretching Kajal smile at Jake, "I also wish to thank you for removing the rest of the curse."

Jake was a little confused, "I'm still confused a bit about that, now you had 2 curses on you right?

"No Master Jake, it was only one curse," sighing she settled and relayed the story. "Many centuries ago, I was sent by the council to stop a Jinn from reuniting with her master. I was told to keep them apart at all costs, which I did. In the process her master was killed, as nearly was she. The council at the time had felt the bond the two shared, afraid they had forbidden the Jinn to pursue the bond or relationship."

"Wait that was you? You were the one that intervened?" Jake asked afraid that Deepika might want revenge for her sister.

"Yes Master Jake it was me, when the master died a great rift formed between this world and the Jinn world. The bond was the strongest magic there is, love, this made all the powers of the council pale in comparison. Though they tried to block, fight however you say it the were no match. They were cursed to stay in the council chamber 'til a human released them, a human with a bond comparable to the first." Sighing, tears filling her eyes, she looked at Deepika, "she was beautiful your sister, I can never undo the harm I did to your family." Looking back at Jake she then looked down.

Continuing on though she couldn't see much from the tears, she had to finish. "For my part in all this, my heart was filled with all the pain she felt a hundred times over. In five plus centuries I grew bitter, filled with rage and mistrust. I was told that 'til the human with the bond came I would be alone with no master. I watched as my bottle was thrown into endless abyss, I thought that my torment would be over soon but the power of their love kept us all alive. My body was changed into a horrid imitation of what I was. My powers were weakened, The bond Master had to love me and make love with me to break the curse. That was why I thought it wasn't you, I hadn't seen love in a very long time, when you gave me a choice I thought you had rejected me."

Grasping her face Jake kissed her deeply, melting into his arms she truly felt loved. "How could I not love you? You were beautiful inside in the other forms. I knew it wasn't a mistake right after I kissed you that first time."

Smiling a smile that he felt would stop almost any man's heart she beamed in his praised. "Master? What of Deepika? I have learned that a man's heart can never truly love more than one woman," Kajal wore a look of worried concern.

"Look into my heart, I know you can now. Tell me Kajal what do you see there?" Jake hoped that he was right about Kajal's powers now.

Deepika and Kajal both stared hard at Jake for a minute, for a second he was a worried but only a second. Jake watched as both their faces began to light up, then ever so slowly a smile crept upon their beautiful lips. As their smiles got broader and broader Jake knew they finally had learned that he loved them both equally.

Overcome with joy, they both went to grab Jake at the same time, knocking him on his back amidst a lot of giggling. Sighing Jake found that he was happier than he'd been in a long time. Holding both his lovely Jinns close, he didn't see a dark shadow nearby moving of its own accord.

The next morning Jake awoke sandwiched between his two naked Jinn's. Quietly getting out of bed he went to take a leak. Walking back into the bedroom Jake found his self back in the room near the council chambers.

"What the fuck?" Jake was startled he thought the council was through with him.

Finding he was clothed he walked out the door and was met by Rasmir. "I thought I was done here," started Jake, "are there more tests?

Bowing low Rasmir appeared to be shaken, "no, there are no more tests, an ancient evil has reared its head once again. It threatens to destroy your world as well as ours."

"An ancient evil? Ok, so why have you called me?" Again Jake was confused. Damn, but this seemed to be a recurring theme these days. Jake was starting to get pissed how the hell was he supposed to carry on if they didn't tell him everything?

"As I can see, you know that not everything was told to you. There was a side note to the legend, it stated that you weren't just the savour of the Jinn race but also its protector," Rasmir looked down ashamed that Jake hadn't been told everything. Now he was afraid that Jake would be so angered that he might hurt some of the council or just ignore it and let the council be destroyed.

Still confused and mad Jake thought they needed to tell him everything now or just send his ass back and leave him the fuck alone.

"Yes master Jake, you are a unique human, in that you can be affected by magic and you can affect magic users," Rasmir hoped he could explain this right.

"What do you mean I can affect magic users?" Jake asked no closer to understanding than before.

"You are protected by 2 powerful Jinns, granted they are sex Jinns but they are still powerful. They also love you, as you know love is the strongest magic there is. This in its self would boost their powers but the fact of the matter is you love them also," Rasmir saw that Jake was starting to grasp more.

"So because of our love they are powerful? Huh and here I thought they were that way normally," Jake said rather pleased with himself.

"No master Jake, plus their protection of you is thousands of times more powerful I doubt anything could hurt you much now. You can't be hurt by magic much, or magic enhanced warriors, even they would be hard pressed to hurt you but with them you still have to be careful. This evil is powerful and very sneaky, tricky it wants the destruction of order bringing back it's rule of chaos," Rasmir shook at this.

"So without magic I have to defeat and destroy this evil?" Jake looked at Rasmir much as he would a crazy man.

"Yes master Jake, that's what I have been trying to explain. I am unsure how but according to the legend you are the only one who can. That and protect the newly reemerging Jinn race," Rasmir smiled, thought he knew Jake was still a little confused hell he was too, damn legend was never clear 'til it actually happened.

"Ok, question then," Jake said

"Yes, master Jake," Rasmir replied.

"I have no magic that I can use to travel here, so... when you need me or I you, how do I get here?" Jake asked.

"Ah!" Rasmir reached into his pocket handing Jake a little bottle on a chain. "With this you will know when there is trouble here. At such a time or if you merely wish to visit, simply rub it and poof you'll be here."

Jake looked at Rasmir unsure of the charm on a chain, a necklace of sorts. Nodding Jake donned the necklace putting it in his shirt. "So is there anything else or are we done?" Jake asked.

"Uh...," started Rasmir, "there is one problem, this way."

Following Deepika's Father they went down the hall, entering a door, there Jake saw Deepika's mother laying on a bed sweat covering her body. The doctor was nearby wearing a concerned and worried look.

"What's wrong with her?" Jake asked worried that Deepika's mother might not make it.

"She has a type of sickness I haven't seen in a long time. Nothing I have done is working." The Doctor said.

Moving closer Jake looked at Yasmen briefly brushing the doctor as he went by. In that moment Jake saw a greenish color near her heart, then it was gone. Amazed Jake asked Yasmen how she felt, all she could croak out was very bad, as she had never felt this way. Brushing the doctor longer this time as he moved back, Jake again saw the greenish color near her heart.

Grabbing the doctor he stared at Yasmen for a minute. Looking at the doctor he asked, "Doctor what kind of energy has a greenish color?" he looked hard at Jake then Yasmen.

"That sounds like poison but how can you see that? I see nothing," he asked truly confused now.

"I don't know doc but I see it and it's moving toward her heart," Jake stated.

Thinking only a second the doctor looked hard at Jake, "put my hands where you see it, no matter what you see don't move my hands off the spot where it is the darkest."

Jake watched as a blue color came from the doctor's hands and engulfed the green. Within just a few moments Yasmen was starting to breathe easier and the green was almost completely gone. Ten minutes later Yasmen was resting easy and the spot was glowing blue now. Finally the doctor stopped looking at Jake he thanked him for the help then bent to check his patient.

Jake moved back through the crowd outside the door, not wanting attention he went back to the room he had shared with his Jinns. Sitting he waited for someone to come and send him home. Sighing he laid down trying to relax from all the excitement of the day. He hoped that Yasmen would be ok. Two hours later Rasmir walked into the room,

"Master Jake Yasmen is awake and asking for you." Rasmir said.

"For me? Why?" Jake asked

"As she put it she wanted to thank you for helping to save her life," Rasmir replied

"Saving her life? I did nothing, why thank me?" Jake asked.

"You did help to save her, without you the doctor would have never been able to see what was wrong, let alone how to heal her," Rasmir looked at Jake with a new respect.

As they left the room neither of them noticed the small shadow that slowly crept after them. Many of the council thanked Jake before he went back to his house. Amazed but not surprised Jake found that only forty five minutes had passed. Laying back down he felt Deepika and Kajal roll toward him wrapping their arms around him. Laying there Jake was at a loss, so once again it seemed he was the savour. Sighing he still was unsure as to just how he was going to help without magic.

Later that morning Jake awoke to the sounds of his Jinns getting out of bed. Deepika stopped and bent to kiss Jake on the cheek. "Thank you master for saving my mother, the doctor says she has made a full recovery."

"That's the thing Deepika I don't feel I really did anything thing," Jake was more confused than he was the night before.

"Master, as father explained it, there was another part of the legend that had been overlooked, this ancient evil is in other predictions also," Deepika explained

"Yes. I remember him saying something like that last night," Jake replied. "Yes master, but father said you didn't quite grasp what he was saying. It seems that after you passed the tests proving you were the master of legend, there were many other things you have to do to protect the Jinn and your world," Deepika said sweetly.

"I know Deepika but as I told Rasmir, I have no power, at least not magic," Jake said.

"We know master but you also have to remember you are the first master to have two Jinns in a long time. Not only that but you love them both as they do you," Deepika replied.

"Yes, I know Deepika love is the most powerful magic," Jake said a little annoyed.

"All I can say master," Kajal broke in, "is that though you may not wield magic it is extremely powerful around you."

"You mean like with Deepika's mother? Doing things like that?" Jake asked.

"Yes master," they both said at the same time. "For now but soon there will be more." Getting out of bed Jake was heading for the kitchen when the phone rang.

"Hello? yes, speaking," Jake spoke into the receiver, "uh, ok, yes I see... how long before they start? I see, tell them I am on my way." Jake hung up a slight look of shock on his face, "I have to go to the site where I found you Deepika, it seems I was put in charge of the site." Jake said a little shaken.

With that both Jinns blinked and a huge table appeared groaning from the weight of the food.Sitting down Jake found he was dressed in a suit, reaching for a fork there was suddenly food being fed to him on both sides. Taking a bite from each, he found that each fork was being held by one of his Jinns.

"Ladies I can feed my self," Jake said slightly annoyed but still loving the attention.

"We know master but we consider it a privilege to serve you," Kajal said

Sighing Jake knew he might as well concede on this, if he started into a debate with them he knew that he'd probably never leave the house today. Leaving for the site was a fun thing in it's self Kajal was unsure of the metal beast that Jake climbed into and almost refused to go. Finally settled in they left thankfully there were no incidents on the way there.

After signing in Jake walked the site seeing many of the things he'd seen wrong had been removed. Many of those had been replaced with the suggestions he'd given Juno the night before or day? Jake was a little confused the days had started to blur together.

As the day wore on Jake saw a few times that they were trying again to cut corners putting a stop to it for a while. Later Tommy walked up to him and asked if the lessons were still on. Jake had almost forgotten them but told Tommy that this weekend would be fine. He noticed that everyone stayed further away from him. The biggest shock of the day though was when not only Deepika but Kajal BOTH showed up with at lunch.

Not really that hungry for food Jake took both of them into the shed, which reminded him almost like a palace inside. Wasting no time (though they had plenty) both of the Jinns were naked locked in a kiss on the bed, stopping only long enough to blink Jake naked. Crawling between Kajal's legs and lapped hungrily at her womanly fluids.

Tasting her deeply he heard Kajal gasp while he drive his tongue deep into her sex. Moving down Deepika deep throated his cock getting him hard as a rock, lifting up she quickly impaled herself all the way shrieking out her pleasure, Jake buried as deep as he could go. Finding her clit Jake worked feverishly as Kajal found her first orgasm.

The groans and grunts from Deepika let him know that she was close to release, with a final push she screamed out in orgasm. Unable to move Jake felt Deepika begin thrusting again. Kajal could feel Jake tongue fucking her faster the feeling was building, Deepika was feeling every inch of Jake's cock her vaginal muscles rippling massaging his shaft.

After five more minutes Jake knew he wouldn't last much longer. He could feel Deepika starting to pound on his cock trying to get every bit she could. Jake's balls started that familiar tingling then he felt his cum exploding deep within Deepika, feeling his juice she exploded into her second orgasm bucking and screaming out in joy louder. Grabbing her clit with his lips Jake sucked Kajal harder causing her to scream out with her own pleasure. As they all came down, none of them again noticed that they had a shadowy audience that slowly crept out of the building, a deep sigh coming from within it's depths.

Laying there trying to regain his breath, Jake thought he heard a voice. Listening harder he thought he heard it again but wasn't sure. Laying still he heard it a third time. *"Help me, someone help me."*

Leaning up, Jake concentrated, *"help you? How? Where are you?*

*"Follow my voice,"* it said.

Jake dressed and walked out into the lot. there 10 feet away was a floating mist or shadow. *"Please release me from this prison I am in,"* it begged. Remembering Rasmir's words about the evil, Jake wasn't sure this was it somehow he had to get it to reveal its self. Wonderful he thought just fucking great.

To be continued...

 

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#Malvika Sharma -- A Bitch Sister

My sister was a pain in the ass. She always had been and probably always would have been if she hadn't become my **censored** slut. For my whole life, I have had to deal with the fact that my sister was incredibly hot. Now it wasn't that I didn't know she was pretty, but I didn't see her that way for two reasons:

1. She was my sister and incest was morally wrong.

2. She was easily one of the most shallow and bitchiest girls I had ever known.

While she got the looks, I got the brains. I was in my last year of my college degree. Unfortunately, being smart doesn't get you the chicks and I was a twenty-year-old virgin. I wasn't hideous looking; I was just the epitome of average. Yet, even though I could debate eloquently and with a vengeance, when I was face to face with a girl in a non-academic setting, my brain became mush and I became verbally impotent.

I came home during my Holidays. Also, as usual, my younger sister, who just turned eighteen a couple weeks ago, razzed me, the moment she saw me, "So has my big brother finally got his cane polished?"

My sister had been obsessed with my non-existent sex life for the past couple of years. She kept taunting me with uncomfortable questions like:

"Do college girls spit or swallow?"

"Have you fucked some nerdy virgin yet?"

"Hey stud. Any luck munching cunt?"

Each question was dripping with sarcasm, as she already knew the answer.

Like every other time, I ignored her blunt question, my face red with embarrassment, and walked away.

I heard her call out, "Does big brother need some lessons?"

I kept walking, frustrated that I let my slutty bitch of a sister get to me. In my room, on my laptop, watching porn (a daily or twice daily routine), I closed my eyes and my mind wandered to teaching my sister a lesson; turning off her aggressive bitchiness and making her my little fuck slut. I came all over myself fantasizing about my sister sucking my cock. Once spent, I pondered, was there some way to make this kinky fantasy a reality.

Next day, I had already been up for a few hours when Malvika finally staggered into the kitchen in a thin robe that barely contained her big breasts. She saw me staring at her and asked, shocking me, "Is big brother getting hard checking out his little sister?"

Rattled by the seductive tone and the undeniable evidence growing in my pants, I stammered, "M-M-Malvika, stop it."

Her smile dripped with a perversion I often saw in porn, "Stop what, big brother?"

She walked towards me and I held my breath, nervous, like I get when any girl talks to me. My palms get sweaty and my mind muddled. I attempted to pretend I was not distracted by her body and the white flesh I saw peaking out of her thin robe. "Stop talking drivel."

She laughed, her voice syrupy sweet, "I'll take that as a yes, big brother."

Her hands now on my legs, I stammered, "M-M-Malvika, don't p-p-put words in my m-m-mouth."

She leaned forward, her hot breath on my ear, her hand cupping her breast, "Oh, I have a good idea what you would like in your mouth, big brother."

I let out an involuntary moan, brought on by her hot breath and naughty innuendo, and was paralyzed.

She stunned me again when she squeezed my fully erect cock and with her hand now in my ear whispered, "Oh my, your cock is rock hard. Are you hard for your sister, big brother?"

My brain no longer functioning at its usual capacity, I responded incoherently with a bunch of grunts and half words.

She bit my ear, her hand rubbing my cock through my jeans, "Has your little sister made you so fucking horny that my brother can't even articulate a complete sentence?"

Still paralyzed with pleasure and stunned by her inappropriateness, I was unable to answer.

Her breast hit my face and she asked, "Have you ever touched a breast, big brother?"

I shook my head yes, having once touched my chemistry partner's breast by accident.

As if reading my mind, she added, "On purpose and with consent?"

I shook my head no, my humiliation burning.

"Do you want to touch your little sister's big breasts?" she purred.

My conscience attempted to scream no, but was silenced by the little devil in my head.

She gave my cock a solid squeeze and whispered in my ear, "All you have to do big brother is ask and you can see and touch your baby sister's tits."

All the years of loneliness and fantasy had built up inside and instead of doing the right thing, I did the thing that felt right down below the belt and let out in a whisper of a plea, "Please."

"Please what?" she asked, opening her robe a bit to allow me to see more of her white flesh.

I stammered, desperate to see and touch her boobs that had been untouchable for so long, "M-m-may I touch your breasts, Malvika?"

"You want to touch your baby sister's titties?" she questioned, pushing me even further to the brink of no return.

"Yes," I replied, wanting nothing more.

She let the strap holding her robe together fall to her side, and her big right breast popped out in full view for me. Her nipple was erect, which meant she was getting turned on too from this little charade, and I instinctively leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

Her moan in my ear was all the approval I needed. I sucked it into my mouth and used my tongue to swirl around it. She whispered into my ear, "That feels so good big brother. Use your teeth a bit."

Obeying her instructions, I bit her nipple gently and she moaned again in my ear, "That's it big brother, you are such a bad, bad boy."

Being called bad boy turned me on, as I had always been perceived as "Mr. Perfect" or "Mr. Good-Boy". I bit her nipple a little harder and she let out a little yelp and gave a slight chuckle, "You really want to be a bad boy, don't you big brother?"

I bobbed my head in the affirmative, refusing to let her luscious breast out of my mouth. She gave my cock another squeeze and said, "This is going to be your best holidays ever, big brother."

Suddenly, she pulled her breast away and kissed me on the lips shoving her tongue in my mouth. The sloppy but passionate kiss lasted only a second or two, but it was so intense I could feel my juices flowing like never before. Unfortunately, she broke it too soon and whispered, "All good things come to those who wait, big brother." She pulled her robe back around her body and went back to her room. Just before she was about to disappear from view she turned and added, "And no jerking off big brother. I want you on the brink of pleasure at all times, understood?"

I nodded my head in reluctant agreement, my cock already near the point of no return.

She smiled, "Good boy," and walked away.

I sat in my chair for minutes, waiting for my reaction to her sexual onslaught to calm down, as I reflected on what had just happened. I had just voluntarily attempted incest and wanted to finish the job. I tried to figure out what Malvika had in mind. She was a crazy girl and, I assumed, a pretty big slut, but seducing her own brother seemed unlikely. Yet, how else could you explain the past fifteen minutes? Unless she was setting me up to humiliate me completely. That scenario seemed just as likely, if not even more so than the scenario that ended with me fucking her. What was I thinking? Fucking my own sister was morally wrong on so many levels...yet, the only thing on my mind was making that absurdity a reality. I was even more determined to make my fantasy a reality, I was going to lose my virginity to my sister...one way or another.

That night, around 11:30, I was in my room doing research for my one of my papers when my phone vibrated.

I reached for it, wondering who would text me at this time of night. It was from Malvika.

Sister: Big brother, get your ass to Anu's house now.

I stared at the phone for another minute when another text came.

Sister: NOW!

I texted back: Fine, I'll be there in fifteen or twenty.

I sighed as common sense had come to me after I had time to think about what had transpired between Malvika and me. Yes, my sister was incredibly hot and I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but not to my sister. Still, I had decided she could be very helpful in teaching me how to talk to girls, and a party seemed like the perfect place to experiment with talking to girls. They would be younger, dumber, and I would not have to see them at school on Monday if I was rejected. I had also met a lot of her friends and they were all pretty hot and I assumed as slutty as she was. Maybe, she would set me up with one of her friends. Plus, the party was at Anu's house and she was an incredibly hot friend of Malvika's. On many occasions she had been the main attraction of my stroke fantasies. So I quickly got dressed and drove to Anu's house. Quite a few cars were parked at the house and I quickly realized I was heading into a high school party as a college student. I had never been to a high school party, even when I was in high school, so trepidation quickly filled me. After reconsidering just turning around and going home, I figured fuck it, I am a twenty-year-old man, it was time to stop being a pussy. Suddenly feeling confident, I got out of my car and made my way to the party.

Once inside, there were wall-to-wall teenagers drinking, dancing and making out. I squeezed by the plethora of teenagers, looking for my sister. I was there for fifteen minutes, ignored completely by the masses, before a Shriya chubby friend of my sister's, saw me and grabbed my hand and said, while dragging me, "Come with me."

She pulled me, through more throngs of people, downstairs into the basement and to a relatively secluded room in the back. She knocked twice and a few seconds later Anu opened it and walked away. I entered the room and Shriya closed it and locked it. Once in the room I glanced around and realized I was there with Shriya, Anu and Malvika. Anu and Malvika were playing some dancing game on the wii. Malvika was dressed in a short tight black skirt, a blue skimpy t-shirt and black pantyhose. She was shoeless; I could see her stocking-clad feet, a fetish of mine I could never truly explain. The sight of a girl's feet in pantyhose was the ultimate turn-on, even though feet without stockings did nothing for me, just another bizarre quirk in my celibate life. Beside her was Anu, also in a black skirt, although not as short, and wearing beige pantyhose, with her stocking-clad feet also in full view. I watched, like a teenage boy, my cock erect, at the two girls moving their bodies to the beat of some song I didn't recognize.

 

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Shriya sat down on the floor beside the couch, which perplexed me, as the couch was completely empty. Although quite chubby, she was very pretty and had massive breasts that complimented her chubbiness. She was quite shy and seldom said much the few times she had been at our house. I didn't move, but returned my gaze to Anu and her amazing legs. Every once and a while, my gaze would shift to my sister. As soon as my cock was erect, I began thinking with the wrong head and all logic faded away. My mind began to replay this morning's events and I began to think dirty thoughts of my sister and me.

The song ended,Malvika turned, looked at me and smiled, "Hi, big brother." She walked over and gave me a big hug, her large breasts squishing against my chest. The hug was definitely longer than any hug she had ever given me in the past, but not overtly sexual. However, after having her breast in my mouth a 12 hours earlier, the hug enhanced the sexual tension inside of me. When she let go, she kissed me on the cheek and walked to the couch, joining Anu who was already sitting down. Sitting down beside Shriya, her eyes never leaving mine, she surprised the shit out of me when she ordered, "Shriya, my feet are sore, please rub them like a good girl."

I let out an audible gasp as Shriya, without a word, proceeded to take my sister's stocking-clad left foot into her hands and began massaging it.

I continued to stare at the scene. I looked back to my sister. Her smile broad, confident and seductive, she asked Anu, "Are your feet sore too, Anu?"

Anu responded in a far too scripted way, "Actually, yes Malvika they are killing me."

Malvika asked Anu, "Would you like my big brother to massage your feet for you?"

"That would be lovely," she said, her accent making my cock twitch.

Malvika looked back to me and said, ever-so-sweetly, "Would you be a dear, big brother, and massage Anu's aching feet?"

I prayed this was all part of my sister's plan to get me laid as foreshadowed this morning. If Anu was my first fuck that would be a legendary story. My cock leading the way, I walked over to the couch and knelt beside Anu. I eagerly took her sweaty left stocking-clad foot into my hands and began to massage her it. Her purple painted nails looked so sexy and enticing, covered by the beige coloured pantyhose.

My sister explained Shriya's position to me as both beauty queens received foot massages. "So big brother, since you so obediently obeyed my request, I think I can explain what is expected of you. You are going to be my **censored** servant whenever you are home. This includes massages, getting me things, doing my homework and other, undisclosed, things." Anu chuckled at the implication, as I assumed, of some things sexual.

"You see, at school, parties and Dance practices I have my own **censored** full service servant, Shriya here, isn't that right Shriya?"

"Yes, Mistress," she replied, never looking up from her current task.

My head spun with the power my sister had over this sweet chubby girl, and the power she assumed she had over me. It was the final straw. All the past two years of her condescending attitude over me had come to a breaking point and I decided it was time to turn the tides on my sister. My mind began racing at the opportunity of not just fucking my sister, but turning her into my **censored** full-service servant. She was like so many characters in the stories I read, dominant in theory, but really that was just a facade to her real sexual needs...to be controlled. I was suddenly determined and convinced I could make this happen, but I needed to set it up. So for the time being I would have to play along. Malvika continued, patting the chubby girl on the head, "Good girl. Now big brother, are you willing to be my unconditional full-service home-servant?"

Faking an eagerness to build her confidence and imply my weakness, "Yes, Malvika."

"You will obey my every command?" she questioned.

"Yes," I agreed, way too quickly to be considered anything more than eager to comply.

"Good boy," she purred. "Do you want to fuck Anu?"

"Yes," I replied, this time with no attempt at manipulation.

"If you earn your keep, you will get to do exactly that, fuck the tight cunt of my best friend," Malvika bluntly announced, clearly showcasing her dominant power among her group.

I looked at Anu whose face was red, seemingly embarrassed by the offer my sister had presented to me, but she said nothing, showing the hierarchy of the group. Clearly Malvika was at the top, with Anu beneath her and Shriya at the very bottom.

I briefly pondered if Anu too was a submissive to my sister. I switched feet and Anu let out a slight moan. Malvika asked Anu, "Does my brother give good foot massages?"

"Fucking amazing," Anu moaned, her accent making it sound even naughtier.

"Well, I better check it out for myself. Shriya go massage Anu's feet while my big brother does mine," she commanded.

Shriya and I switched places, making eye contact briefly. In her eyes I saw her embarrassment at how she was being treated, but also an excited eagerness to please, like so many subs I had read about. I took my sister's stocking-clad foot into my hand and began massaging. I should note that I completely understood the science of a massage, and was pretty confident that I could get any women rather horny just by using the right amount of pressure and hitting the right spots...like I had been doing to Anu.

The room was silent as I attempted to trigger my sister's erogenous zones in her foot that would bring spasms of pleasure throughout her whole body. A slight moan escaped her lips a couple of minutes into the foot massage and she eventually spoke, "Oh my, big brother, you are very good at this."

I responded, pretending I had no clue what I was doing, "Oh really, I have never done this before."

"Hmmmm," she moaned, as I put pressure on a spot I was pretty sure would bring her tingles of teasing pleasure.

A couple of minutes later, Malvika talked to Anu as if I wasn't there. "So, Anu, as I began to tell you earlier, my brother has a pretty big cock."

Anu asked, "Have you seen it?"

"Not yet, but I got a solid feel while he was nursing on my breasts," Malvika announced.

"What?" Anu gasped, clearly surprised by her best friend's revelation.

My cock had been in an awkward erect position in my pants for a while now and I could no longer resist shifting its position. I tried to do it slyly, but my sister noticed. "Is giving your baby sister a foot massage getting you hard, big brother?"

Faking embarrassment, I stammered, putting my head down, "Y-y-y-yes."

"Stand up, big brother," she ordered.

I reluctantly let go off her stockinged foot, a touch I could hold onto forever.

"Show us your cock, big brother," she demanded, her voice dripping with sexy sweetness.

Playing the game, pretending to be insecure, I responded with nervousness, "No, don't be silly." In reality, even though I was a virgin, and very nervous around women, I knew I had a pretty big cock. I had done a lot of research on normal size and so forth. I was a little over 8 inches long. And for some reason, maybe because I had turned this whole silliness into a challenge to defeat her and make her my sex slave, I was no longer nervous. I was determined.

"Now!" she demanded, her sexy sweetness gone. It was clear she was not used to having people say 'no' to her.

I shifted to fake pleading. "Please, Malvika, not here, not in front of other people."

Her smile returned, "You have already agreed to be my **censored** servant."

Again feigning innocence, I argued, "But that didn't include showing my penis."

"Your penis," she cackled, "now that is funny. Don't you mean your cock?"

I lowered my head again and pretended to be a prude. "I can't say that word."

"Say it!" she ordered, her smile gone, her tone demanding.

I whispered, so quiet no one could hear it, "Cock."

"Louder!"

I repeated the word loud enough to be heard, "Cock."

"Show us your cock," my sister demanded.

"Please don't," I pleaded one more time.

"Now, slave!" she ordered, pushing the envelope.

Deciding to look completely whipped, defeated and weak, I responded, making a very conscious word choice, "Yes, Mistress."

As I began to unbuckle my pants, her smile returned and her tone implied complete triumph, "Mistress, I like that big brother. For now on when we are in private, you are to refer to me as Mistress Baby Sister, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Baby Sister," I replied, like a brainwashed sub, as I allowed my pants to drop to the floor.

She pulled up her skirt a bit, opened her legs and tore her pantyhose at the crotch. I got a quick glimpse of her pink pussy as she was apparently commando. She demanded, "Slut, get to work."

I watched as Shriya quickly crawled between my sister's legs and dove into my sister's pussy.

Malvika continued talking to me as if it was normal to have someone between her legs while talking to her brother, "Now your underwear, big brother."

I discarded my underwear and released my fully erect cock to my sister and her beautiful redheaded friend. "Oh my," Anu said, the impressed look on her face sending a chill up my back, and building me with much needed confidence.

"Oh my, indeed," my sister concurred, staring at my stiff cock.

"Do you want to fuck it, Anu?" my sister asked, thoroughly matter-of-fact.

"Five minutes ago I would have politely declined, but now I may have to reconsider," she said, standing up and walking over to me.

My sister offered, "Well, you better go and inspect the merchandise."

Anu laughed, but surprised me by dropping to her knees. Her accent was so sexy as she complimented me again, "I shouldn't, but fuck, it looks so damn tasty."

She took my cock in her hand and slightly stroked it. A spasm quaked my body and I was worried I might come.

Malvika, leading her on, teased, "Go ahead Anu, suck it. You know you want to."

Anu looked back at Malvika and challenged back, "You want me to suck his cock, don't you?"

Malvika shrugged, acting all innocent, "Maaaaaaybe."

Anu turned back to me, looked up from her subservient position, "So Varun, do you want me to suck your big cock?"

"Desperately," I responded, no longer playing a game with my sister.

Anu looked back at Malvika and said, "Last chance to stop me. I know you want to suck it too, Malvika."

Malvika shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. But for now I will be content watching my big brother get his first blow job."

Anu smiled up at me, "Varun, you would get a lot more pussy if girls knew what you had hidden behind your geeky exterior."

Before I could respond, Anu opened her pretty little mouth and leaned forward. Her warm mouth felt more amazing then anything I had ever felt before. My body melted and my mind went to mush. She began slowly moving up and down on my cock, taking about half of it in her mouth. In less than a minute, I could feel the undeniable boiling in my balls and knew I was going to come soon. Deciding to throw a slight amount of doubt into Malvika's master plan of sibling dominance, I grabbed Anu's head and held it in place as I quickly face-fucked the gorgeous red-headed cocksucker. She let out a surprised sound, but after only a couple of pumps between her sweet lips I was shooting my cum down her throat. When I was done coming, I let go of her head and quickly apologized, stammering for full-effect, "I-I-I am so sorry A-A-Anu, I don't know what came over me."

I looked up at Malvika who seemed surprised by my aggressive action, but seemed just as quickly to fall for my blithering idiot apology. Anu looked up at me surprised as well, but instead of being angry, responded, yanking on my cock one last time, "No problem, Tiger. I like a man who knows what he wants." Standing up, she turned to my sister and added, "Your brother's cum is yummy."

Malvika moaned, as Shriya between her legs was clearly getting her horny as well, I assume, she was also getting horny from my little show with Anu. Malvika trying to re-establish her power in the room over the rest of us, demanded, "Get me off, my sub, now."

Shriya's head began to move back and forth a bit and I saw her right hand disappear between my sister's wide spread legs. I watched intently while pulling my underwear and pants back up.

I announced, "Well I should get going."

"Don't you want to watch your little sister come?" she pouted dramatically.

"If you wish, Mistress Baby Sister," I responded, attempting to manipulate her by giving her a deceiving amount of confidence.

"I wish, big brother," she moaned, grabbing Shriya's head and pushing it deeper into her pussy. "I'm so close, big brother. Watching Anu suck your big cock was so fucking hot. Be a good sub for me and you can fuck Anu. You can also fuck Shriya, she loves it up her plump fat ass. Ummmm, yes, I'm coming big brother, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!"

The thought of fucking Anu was enticing, as was the thought of getting in Shriya's back door, but I was now more determined than ever to lose my virginity to the hottest girl I knew...my sister. I watched my sister collapse back on the coach as an orgasm exploded through her. Deciding now was the perfect time to leave, I looked at Anu and said, with sincerity and befuddled innocence, "T-t-thanks Anu, that w-w-was awesome."

Anu chuckled, "No problem, Varun, the pleasure was all mine."

 

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I had a witty comment back, but decided not to make it and said, "I hope to s-s-see you again, Anu."

Anu responded, "You never know."

"Oh, I know," Malvika said

I gave a half wave and left the room and the party and drove home, my mind spinning deviously. Tomorrow I would start my plan to make my sister, my slut.

Malvika didn't come home that night doing who knows what with who knows who, and didn't arrive back home till the evening of the 23rd . I had a variety of ideas to turn my sister, but they all required being alone. Now that was no longer an option. Mom and dad were home and we were watching the news when my little sister dropped on the couch beside me.

Mom asked, her tone implying the answer better be no, "You are not going out again, are you?"

"No, Mom," she replied.

"Good," Mom responded, clearly relieved.

That was movie night. Malvika picks the first movie and I get second choice.

Malvika squeezed my leg subtly as she used it to push herself up. She stretched, her tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination, and said, "I am going to get in my jammies, then it is time to watch Home Alone."

Mom stood up also. "Well, I will go make popcorn and hot chocolate while everyone else gets comfortable."

I too got up and went and changed into my evening wear. My house is quite chilly in the evenings, so it usually includes flannel pyjamas. In my room, I took off my jeans and, on the spur of the moment, with a potential plan popping into my head, I also discarded my underwear. I threw on my flannel pyjamas and returned to the couch. I grabbed a blanket, one big enough for Malvika and me, and waited. The genius of the plan spinning in my head was that the way the living room was set up, both Mom and Dad sat on their favourite chairs, and neither could see us without turning back, which they seldom did. My plan relied on oblivious parents and my blanket. Sis returned in what could in no one's definition be called pyjamas. She wore a halter top that barely held in her big tits and Lulu Lemon short shorts. It was the exact outfit I imagined when I fantasized about an all-girls' party. She smiled at me and joined me on the couch, slithering under the warm blanket before either parent saw her whore-wear. I wondered if she was thinking of toying with me in the same manner I was planning on toying with her. It was a game of sexual chess, and I was a whiz at chess.

Mom returned with popcorn and hot chocolate . she made sure we were both comfortable before the movie started. As the movie began, my head spun with how and when I should initiate the plan. Knowing we were watching two movies, I played it cool throughout the first movie. Malvika attempted to distract me by putting her hand on my leg a few minutes into the movie, but she was clearly not as confident and brazen, with our parents in the same room, as she had been in the kitchen just yesterday. It was now my turn to be brazen. I grabbed her hand, and in one quick lightning strike, led it inside my pyjama bottoms to my semi-erect cock.

She let out a surprised yelp and both my parents turned around. My Mom asked, "Anything wrong, Malvika?"

Her face flushed, her hand wrapped around my cock, my parents completely oblivious to the incestuous act currently happening right behind them, and she covered well. "Oh nothing Mom. I just jump"

My dad chuckled, "Oh Malvika, you never change."

I thought to myself, 'If you only knew the half of it, dad.' The movie continued and I looked at my sister, my timidity now gone, my confidence now growing along with my hard-on. I reached under the blanket and, using my hand, made it clear what was expected...a hand job.

She smiled, seemingly impressed by my aggressive out-of-character action, and began slowly stroking my no- erect cock.

The rest of the movie flew by as my hot sister slowly stroked my cock. The movie ended, and when dad stood up, Malvika went to pull her hand out of my pyjamas. I grabbed her hand, startling her, and held it in place. My dad turned to me and asked, still oblivious to the power struggle happening right in front of him, "So what movie next, Varun? Let "

I let go of my sister's hand and, as I expected, she didn't move it off my cock, and said, "your wish, Dad."

He shook his head, "Well you two are nothing if not predictable." I barely was able to let out a laugh at that comment.

My Mom asked, "Any more popcorn for you two?"

"Sure Mom," I replied, "and some egg-nog too, please."

"Sure thing honey," Mom replied, before asking my sister, "And how about you, Malvika?"

Clearly flustered by the fact that my cock was in her hand with our Mother inches away, she was barely able to answer, "S-s-sure Mom, egg-nog would be fine."

"Are you ok?" Mom asked, leaning in and putting her hand on Malvika's forehead, "You are not getting sick are you? You are really flushed."

Malvika stammered, going even redder, "I-I-I'm fine, Mom. It's just a bit hot in here."

Mom stood back up, "Well, you have no fever. That is good. Make sure you get lots of liquids in you."

"OK, Mom," she finished, as Mom left the room. Dad stretched, "I'll be back in five, I need to check my e-mail."

Once alone, Malvika hit me with her free hand and said, "Oh my fucking God, Varun, that was so close."

Knowing this was a key moment in the power shift I was implementing, I said, my tone implying who was in charge, "Malvika, are you wearing panties?"

"Yes," she replied, slightly confused by the frank question.

"Get rid of them," I ordered, before taking her hand out of my pyjamas and standing up.

Her facial expression was exactly what I expected, bewildered, yet impressed.

"What is big brother planning to do?" she asked, in a whisper.

"Just do as you're told," I replied in a dominant tone and walked away, leaving her hopefully stunned and more importantly, obedient.

I went to the bathroom, praying my plan was working, that my assessment of my sister's sexual needs was right.

Just as the movie was about to start, I sat back down beside my sister, and asked, "Mom, do we have any baby carrots?"

"I think so," she responded, "let me go check."

She left and returned a couple minutes later with a bowl of baby carrots. I thanked her for being the best Mom in the world and the movie began.

Knowing that anticipation is half the battle in any situation of control, I watched the first half hour of the movie without touching or even looking at my sister, but I could tell she kept glancing at me, wondering what I had in mind, or if I was just bluffing. Finally, I made my move. I put my hand under the blanket, moved between her legs and as expected learned she had obeyed my request. I patted her pussy through her short shorts and reached for the carrot bowl with my free hand. I could tell she was watching me closely and curiously. Yet, her face also showed, for the first time in memory, nervousness. I put the bowl on my lap and took one carrot. I looked directly into my sister's eyes with a confident smug smile, the same one she had used on me so many times, as I put my hand back under the blanket. I grabbed her hand and with some awkwardness got her to hold her shorts open so I could have easy access to her cunt. Her eyes went big when she realized what I was about to do. I slid the carrot into her cunt, fucked her with it for three quick strokes, and pulled it out. My eyes never leaving hers, and my smile never changing, I tossed the carrot into my mouth.

Malvika's mouth was wide open in stunned shock. I reached for another carrot and surprised her again when I slid it into her cunt and left it there. Her eyes remained wide, like a girl in a horror film, as she realized what I had just done. I inserted a second carrot and she just looked at me stunned, paralyzed by the turn of events, the shifting of power. A third followed, as did a fourth, fifth and sixth, each time she bit her lip to not let out a moan. As I reached for a seventh, she shook her head no. I shook my head yes and inserted a seventh carrot inside her gaping, but now quite full, cunt. I reached for an eighth carrot and she again shook her head no, this time quite adamant. I smiled and moved my hand underneath the blanket one last time. She pushed my hand away and I gave her a glare that seemed to startle her. I inserted an eighth carrot, barely, inside her and slowly pushed her legs together. The look on her face as she attempted to not let out a moan, grunt, etc, was priceless, better than any MasterCard commercial.

I had her return her hand to my cock. She took it in her hand and began stroking it again. My confidence rising, I allowed her to just sit there, carrots filling her cunt as I returned to watching the movie. About fifteen minutes later, knowing I was close, I decided to take a big risk. I touched her mouth with my finger and pointed to my cock. She shook her head no, clearly mortified by my suggestion. I pointed to my parents who were, as often happened, both asleep in their chairs.

I repeated the suggestion, this time reaching for her head. She again shook her head no, but as expected didn't resist as I slowly pushed her head down onto my cock. She took it in her mouth and I held her head there as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, my parents just a few feet away. If they were awake, there was no way they couldn't hear the slight slurp sounds she made as she tried to not gag on my cock as I face-fucked her. In less than a minute, I shot a load of cum into my sister's mouth. I kept pumping my cock between her lips until I was spent. I let go of her head and she moved back up and gave me a glare that should have scared me, yet only made me more confident that I would have her as my complete fuck-toy soon. I used my hand to open her legs again and pulled out a carrot. I popped it in my mouth and winked at her as I pulled up my pyjamas just as the movie ended.

Without warning, seven carrots still deep inside my slut sister, I said, "Mom, dad, wake up, the movie is over."

Malvika sat up startled, closing her legs and letting out a whimper as the carrots still inside her teased her.

Mom rubbed her eyes and stretched before getting up. She looked at Malvika and said, "Honey, you are still flushed. You should probably go to bed and get some rest."

Malvika gave me a look that could kill and agreed, "I suppose, I am pretty tired." She wrapped the blanket around her and slowly stood up. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing.

Mom grabbed some dishes and Dad remained snoozing in his chair. Malvika glared at me one more time before heading to her room, walking so cautiously I couldn't help but chuckle. I smiled, knowing she was going to be completely mine...soon.

I woke early the next morning in anticipation and preparation for the finishing move of my game. I had breakfast with Mom and Dad and they went off for their half-day workdays, promising to be home by lunch or shortly after.

Once they were gone, I stretched and went to put my final plan in action. One thing I knew was that my sister was a sound sleeper, which was perfect. I went to my parents' room, grabbed some of my Mom's pantyhose, and sneaked into my sister's room. My sister was still in the same attire as last night and was sound asleep. I reached her bed and slowly pulled her arm up until it reached her metal headboard. I tied her right wrist snugly to the headboard and, as expected, Malvika didn't even stir. I then gently rolled her onto her back and quickly tied her left wrist to the headboard as well. Content that she was restrained, I got naked and crawled between her legs. I pulled her legs apart and slowly pulled down her shorts. I was pleased to see she hadn't bothered to put any panties back on. She was still dead to the world, but I hoped not for long. I moved back to my sister's pretty mouth and started tapping her lips with my cock. I said, "Wake up, sleepy head."

She let out a groggy moan, but didn't move.

I continued tapping my cock on her lips and said, as I reached with my right hand to tap gently on her clit, "Baby sister, time for you to learn your place as my submissive."

She let out an uncontrollable moan at my touch and her eyes attempted to open. She went to swat away my cock, but realized she couldn't. She was awake in a heartbeat and staring at me and my cock.

"What the..." she began, but I shoved my cock in her mouth.

As my cock filled her mouth, I explained, slowly fucking my sister's mouth, "I figured something out at the party the other day, baby sister. Although you play at being domineering with me and your friends, deep down you need discipline. My conclusions were confirmed last night when you obeyed my panties order, allowed me to shove carrots up your cunt and, of course, when you swallowed my load with Mom and Dad just a few feet away. All this time, as I thought you were teasing me out of spite, you were actually a very typical case of bully syndrome, hiding your true needs behind a false front. But I saw through it, you are a slut. A dirty little slut who has craved having her big brother fuck her forever, haven't you?"

I pulled out my cock gag so she could respond. As expected, she played shocked, desperately attempting to hide her true needs and desires. "You sick fuck. Untie me right fucking now."

"Oh yes," I said, "your words say one thing, but your slut cunt says another. I bet if I touch your cunt right now it will be wet, probably drenched thoroughly, maybe even leaking a bit. So baby sis, what will I find?"

"Varun," she pleaded, knowing her pussy would betray her, "please don't."

"Really, baby sis? I think you want me to touch your cunt, don't you?" I asked, my hand sliding down her belly and stopping just above her pelvis.

"No, I-I," she stammered, clearly stunned by the turn of events.

"Beg your brother to check your pussy, little sister," I demanded. I gave one soft slap on her clit with two fingers.

She let out a loud involuntary moan and begged, "Please, Varun."

I wasn't sure if she was pleading for me to stop or continue, but decided to go with the latter and slid two fingers deep inside her very damp pussy, she let out a scream. "You are pretty wet, baby sister. Did the thought of becoming your big brother's fuck-toy get you all wet?"

She looked at me with a mixture of frustration, desperation and horniness as my fingers pumped her pussy. "Fuck Varun, what's gotten into you?"

I shrugged, and played on her words, "I don't know, but I do know what is soon going into you."

I pulled my fingers out and she surprised me by pleading, "Varun, don't stop, I was sooo close."

I moved towards her face and placed my cock at her lips. "Don't worry sister slave, if you are a good slut, I will make sure you come like you have never come before. Now get your big brother nice and hard so he can fuck your hot cunt," I ordered.

She sighed, but moved her head, as best she could, being bound and all, and took my mushroom top between her lips. I said, "I want you to worship my cock. It is your Master now too and you should treat it like the sacred cock it is."

 

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She didn't respond to my declaration, but used her tongue with amazing precision as she teased just my cock head. It felt fucking amazing and way better than the quick blow-job under the blankets last night. I watched my beautiful sister, my cocky stuck-up bitch of a sister, suck my cock and I smiled. I moved closer so she could suck my cock better and demanded, "Deep throat me, baby sister."

As if she was programmed for complete obedience, she began to gobble my cock, bobbing back and forth like the Energizer Bunny. Making the blow-job even more amazing was she never seemed to slow down. It was obvious she had sucked a lot of cock and I was going to take advantage of her skill. Getting close, I waited till the last possible second, and gave my sister a full facial. My cum sprayed out in three thick streams and hit her hair, forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person.

"You fucker!" my sister blasted, "you could have at least warned me."

"I am sure I am not the first to cover your pretty face with cum, am I?" I asked, reaching down and rolling her left nipple in my hand.

She let out a soft moan at my touch, "No, but that's not the point."

Pinching her nipple, I asked, "So I have to ask. Did you plan to let me fuck you or were you just teasing me?"

She let out a yelp. "Honestly, it started as a game. But when I felt how big your cock was I began to consider it."

"And now?" I asked, twisting her nipple just a tad.

"Do I have a choice?" she whimpered.

"Touché," I smiled, letting go of her nipple. I stood up and began to leave.

"You are not leaving me here," she asked, surprised by my sudden departure.

I turned around, "All good things come to those who wait."

"Get back here, you bastard!" she called out, as I walked out smugly. I went to my room, grabbed my Iphone and returned to my sister's room.

"Say cheese," I said, and took a picture.

"You bastard! Don't you dare take pictures of me!" she exploded.

"Ta-ta-ta, my baby sister," I teased, snapping off a few more pictures, including a couple of close-ups of her cum-coated face. "You do remember who is in charge, don't you? These are just for prosperity. Although they may also come in handy if you decide to not be the obedient little slut I expect you to be."

I crawled between her legs and said, "Your cunt is actually leaking a bit. Being your brother's slut is turning you on, isn't it?"

"No," she argued, "I am always horny in the morning."

"Me too," I chuckled, rubbing my hand on her clit. "Do you want me to lick your slutty cunt, sister?"

She moaned again from my touch, "Yeeeeees."

"Beg, slut!" I demanded, tapping her clit.

"Fuck, Varun, you are one sick fuck. Please eat my cunt, big brother. Make your baby sister come," she begged, clearly getting turned on by my fingers.

I smiled, adding, as my finger slid back inside her wanton cunt, "And you agree to submit unconditionally to my every command?"

"Yes, dammit, I need to come so bad, big brother," she moaned and pleaded, succumbing to me as I knew she would.

"Good girl," I purred, and buried myself between the legs of my hot sister. Having never tasted a pussy before, I was not sure what I was expecting, but it was neither amazing nor disgusting, but rather a pleasant sweetness. Having read an abundance of porn, I had a vague idea what I should do and began to slowly lick her pussy lips. As her pussy lips glistened with her juices and her moaning began to increase, I moved up and took her clit in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it while sucking it in my mouth.

Malvika screamed, "Oh my bloody God, Varun, don't stop. Make your baby sister come."

Knowing she was close, I let go of her clit and sat up.

"Nooooooooooooooooo," she pleaded.

I moved between her legs and placed my still erect and ready for round two cock at the entrance of her sweet cunt. Her pleading face quickly changed to a smile as she asked, "Oh, is big brother going to fuck his new slut?"

I tapped my cock on her clit, quick hard taps.

She moaned, getting into it, "Is big brother going to lose his virginity to his baby sister?"

I moved my cock between her sopping wet pussy lips, but not in, feeling just a bit of warmth.

"Oh please, big brother, let your sister take your virginity. I want to feel that big hard cock in me," she moaned, moving her ass up trying to get my cock in her.

"How bad do you want it?" I asked, resisting the temptation to just bury my cock inside her.

"So bad," she moaned.

I reached for my iphone and turned on the camcorder and demanded, "Declare your servitude to me."

She sighed, but gave a riveting performance, "Oh big brother. I am your whore to do with as you please. I will suck your cock and swallow your cum whenever you wish. I will climb on your cock and ride you until you shoot your cum up my pussy. I will bend over and spread my ass cheeks wide as you pound my ass. I will have my sluts crawl over to you and submit to you. You own me. Now please shove that big hard cock of yours in your sister slave."

Pressing pause on my iphone, I slid my cock inside her sauna of sex. She moaned loud and continue her verbal naughtiness, "Oh yes, big brother fuck your sister! Fuck her hard!"

Obliging, I leaned down, so my face was buried between her big firm breasts and I began thrusting in and out as fast as I could. I was in pure heaven. Every fantasy I had of losing my virginity was nothing to the utter pleasure that I was experiencing with my cock buried in my sister's warmth.

"Suck my tits, big brother. Just like you did the other day," she moaned.

I did, going back and forth between her lush breasts, sucking, nibbling and biting. Every once in a while I got so intoxicated playing with my sister's big melons, I stopped fucking her. But a kick in the ass from her and I resumed pounding away.

Finally, she was close as I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my cock as she screamed, "Oh my God, big brother, I'm coming, I'm coming all over your big hard cock."

I leaned up and shoved my tongue down her throat while I fucked her through her orgasm. Our tongues swirled around each other and I began to feel my second orgasm coming. I asked, "I'm going to come soon, my slut. Are you taking birth control?"

"Yes, Master, now cum inside your sister slave," she moaned.

The word Master was like a lightning bolt straight to my cock and in seconds I was coating my sister's cunt walls with my cum.

She bucked her ass up, meeting each thrust as she screamed, "Yes Master, fill me with your seed. Yes, yes, yesssssss."

Once I was spent, I collapsed on her and rolled to her side. She looked into my eyes with complete bliss. After a few seconds she asked, "Master, can you untie me?"

I responded with a smug smile, "Master, I like that."

She replied, "I can't explain it big brother, but as soon as your cock filled me I knew then that this was more than just some perverse game."

"How so?" I asked, untying her left hand.

"I can't explain it. At first, your new attitude pissed me off, then it turned me on, but once you shoved that big snake in me, I knew I was yours."

I finished untying her other wrist and she surprised me, by pushing me onto my back and taking my cock back into her mouth. I decided to test how far she would go. "Baby sister, if you keep sucking my cock, the next place I am inserting my big cock is in your ass."

My sister kept bobbing up and down for a few more seconds before saying, "Well, let's go for the natural hat trick."

I wasn't a big sports fan, but knew that a natural hat trick was three goals in the same period.

"But first, I want you in pantyhose," I demanded.

She smiled, "Do you have a nylon fetish?"

I shrugged, "I love a woman's legs and feet in nylons and expect my sluts to always, and I mean always, be wearing them."

"Yes, Master," she responded, standing up, "Do I have a treat for you." She went to her dresser and pulled out some white pantyhose. She returned to the bed and slowly, seductively, slid them onto her legs. It was then I realized they were not pantyhose, but stockings. My cock flinched as soon as I saw her toes covered in silk. I instinctively pulled her foot to my mouth and sucked on her toes. "Oh my, you really are a fetish freak, big brother," she giggled.

I continued this for a few minutes, while Malvika stroked my cock with her hand. Finally, I said, "Do you have any lube, slut?"

"Yes, Master," she replied and disappeared into her bathroom. Returning a minute later she tossed me the lube.

I ordered, "Get on all fours like a good pet, baby sister."

She obeyed and I coated my cock and her butt crack with a generous amount of lube. Rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks I asked, "Are you ready for your big brother to fuck your ass, baby sister?"

She pushed her ass back searching for my cock, "Yes, Master. Just shove your cock up my shit-hole. Fuck your slave's ass."

Her dirty talk was amazing and I slowly pushed my cock between her ass cheeks. There was a slight resistance as I tried to break through her anal wall, but once I had penetrated through it, my cock easily slid inside her ass. She let out a whimper and moaned, "Master, go slow please, your cock is much bigger than others that have filled my ass."

I slapped her ass, "I am just going to kneel here behind you my slave and you can fuck my cock."

She moaned again and slowly began to ride my cock. At first, her movements were tentative and slow, as if priming me for the main attraction. After a couple of minutes of this slow ass-fuck, she began to get used to my big cock and began to move faster. Soon 6 inches of my cock were disappearing between her ass cheeks and I watched in complete satisfaction as my stocking-clad slave sister bounced back on my cock. I grabbed each stocking ankle for balance as she picked up the pace. A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped her mouth, although she seemed so focused on what she was doing, the dirty talk had quit. As my seventh inch disappeared I realized what she was doing. She was determined to take all eight inches of her big brother's cock up her rectum. With each little bit more that disappeared inside her, another whimper escaped her mouth. It was clear she was feeling both the thrills of such complete submission and the agony of a massive cock in her ass.

Then suddenly, without warning, she leaned forward and then in one quick push back took all eight inches of my cock inside her ass. She screamed, "Oh fucking mother." She just sat there, seemingly allowing her ass to adjust to the cock filling her completely. Then slowly she began to move back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. Once she got used to the eight inches inside her ass, she began to accelerate her pace and after a few minutes of steady increase she finally began to actually bounce back onto my cock, her ass crashing into my thighs. They were hard, fast, deliberate, ass tearing thrusts that filled her even more than she could ever imagine. She moaned, she whimpered, she began breathing erratically and I saw her right hand go to her pussy. She began rubbing herself frantically while continuing to impale herself with my eight-inch rod. Finally, she screamed, "Oh my, oh my, oh my God, yes, I'm coming again, sweet, I have never come like this Master, fuuuuuuuck, yes."

She began shaking and was clearly orgasming from having her ass fucked. Watching her quiver on my cock got my balls boiling and I pushed her onto her chest and drove into her ass, fucking her deep and hard.

 

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Each deep thrust had her letting out indescribable grunts from the awkward position as we both bounced off the bed like it was a trampoline. Two, maybe three, minutes later I collapsed onto her as my semen filled her ass, completing the tri-fecta of sexual satisfaction. After finishing filling her ass with my cum, I just lied there on top of her as my cock, stiff for over an hour and a half, finally began to shrivel inside her.

Now exhausted, I rolled off her and onto my back. She turned to her side, faced me and said, "That was amazing Varun. I never knew you had that side of you, so strong and powerful."

Smiling I said, "Well, you made the temptation too impossible to resist."

Looking at the clock, Malvika said, "God, I am never up this early."

I shrugged, "It's ten."

"Exactly," she responded.

"Well the parents will be home by twelve-ish. So I should explain the ground rules. But first, is Shriya your only lesbian sub?"

She smiled, devilishly, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I own you now," I explained, "that means there are no secrets between us."

"Oh," she said, I think finally realizing just so far I planned to take this.

"So...."

"I have a couple of others," she answered.

"Who?"

"It is ********," she revealed.

"No...way," I replied. ***** was our next door neighbor and the poster card for MILF. Not to mention she was the Mom of my biggest nemesis when I was young.

"Way," she replied, flicking me on the nose, "and she is a nymphomaniac."

"I can't believe it," I replied, stunned.

"And she has a plan that is actually quite devious," my sister informed me.

"What is it?"

"She wants to seduce Mom," my sister announced, revelling in this naughty knowledge and her ability to still shock me.

My Mom is also quite attractive still. Slightly chubby, but large breasts, sexy legs, gorgeous feet and a smile that makes one melt. I can truthfully say the thought of fucking my Mother had never even occurred to me until my sister revealed this news, even though I had on rare occasion masturbated about her...then it became all I could think about. I asked, trying to play it casual, "How is the plan coming along?"

Malvika stood up and asked, "So can I go and wash your cum off my face now?"

"Sure slut," I responded, and then instructed, "but you are to wear stay up stockings or garter-belt and stockings at all times now."

"Of course, Master," she said, with a slight bow.

"And, I want to fuck Anu," I announced, attempting pushing my luck.

"I can't promise that, but she was talking about it after you left last night. As Shriya brought her to one last orgasm last night she even said if you had not left she would have fucked the shit out of you," my sister informed me.

"No," I said, stunned by the knowledge.

"But," my sister smiled, and said in a surprisingly sincere tone, "I am happy you left. I am happy I was your first, Varun."

"Me, too, Malvika," I smiled back.

"One more thing," I said.

"Yes, Master," she asked.

"I want to fuck *****. That would be the ultimate revenge on that Tyson," I smiled to myself.

"Yeah, he is still a fucking loser," she confirmed, and added, "She will fuck you in a heartbeat, although a bit tougher during the holiday season."

"I leave on January 3rd, I better have fucked Anu and ********, by then," I teased.

"Wow, what have I unleashed?" she smiled, devilishly.

"A long dormant desire, my pet," I responded, standing up, my cock fully erect again.

She smiled, "You are insatiable. Come join me in the shower, big brother."

I did indeed come with her in the shower...and in her.

To be continued.........

 

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#Shruti Hassan

My name is Maddy and I am married to a wonderful and, until recently, faithful women named Shruthi. We have been married 5 years and were just starting to think about having children. What happened a few weeks ago during a camping and fishing trip has made me seriously question at least the timing of such a decision. It's just that with the recent changes to the dynamics of our marriage, I am just not sure if adding children to our lives would be the right thing to do. Definitely not now, and maybe not ever.

I am a 32 year old white male. Five-ten, 170 pounds, dark hair and medium build. I am in decent shape and work as a salesman for a fairly well know software company. I consider my self an outdoorsman and like to go camping, fishing, and engage in other activities that involve being out in nature. I met my wife Shruthi while we were both still in college. She is a couple of years elder than me, 35 years old, and also works in the high-tech industry, in marketing. She is five-six, weighs 115 pounds and has Black hair and beautiful eyes. She is in very good physical shape, a lot of jogging and yoga, and has, what I consider to be a great body -- curvy without being fat. She has a very nice round ass and 34breasts that sit just right on her frame. At the beach, she definitely turns heads.

Like me, she also loves the outdoors and we regularly go camping, where we like to go walking on scenic trails and go fishing. Our camping trips are a great way for us to stay connected with each other away from everyone else, and also seem to boost both of our sex drives. Nothing beats sex under the stars next to a fire or getting an amazing blow job from your wife while fishing on a boat in the middle of a lake.

Two weeks ago, we both took Friday afternoon off, hooked the trailer with the boat to our SUV, and went to one of our favorite campgrounds on a lake for a weekend of relaxation and fishing. I could already tell that my wife was feeling frisky and looking forward to this weekend on the drive up.

She was wearing her denim shorts that showed a lot of her legs and a red sports bra with a button down short-sleeved shirt over it with all the buttons undone. So, you could easily see her bare midriff and a lot of her ample breasts. During the drive she quickly took of the shirt saying she was hot and made sure to show me, and a number of truckers who could see into our SUV from their higher vantage point, a lot of cleavage and leg. A few even honked and gave me a thumbs up as we sped by them. About halfway to our destination, she even rubbed my legs and crotch a little and began to kiss the side of my face and neck. She said she was bored with the long drive and was looking to entertain herself and make sure I did not fall asleep during the drive. She got me rock hard and made sure I stayed that way for over an hour, but she did go as far as going down on me or get me off (believe me, I asked, but she said she did not want to cause an accident).

By the time we got to the campground after a 4-hour drive, and set up our tent, it was getting pretty late and we were both exhausted. Despite both of us being horny from the drive, we decided to call it a night since we had planned to wake up early tomorrow to go fishing. We had a quick dinner, cuddled in our two-person sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep.

The next day we woke up pretty early (around 7 a.m.) and decided to take a shower before heading out onto the boat. This campground has a central bathroom and shower area for the campers. It is unisex in that there is a common area with 3 sinks and 3 bathroom stalls (no urinals), so both men and women can use it at the same time. Off to the side is a separate room with a small changing area with a bench seat, hooks for your clothes and towels plus a single shower. This area is separate from the rest of the bathroom by a swinging door that can be locked from the inside with a latch and a hook.

Anyway, we grabbed our towels, soap, shampoo, along with our bathing suits, and headed to bathroom area. Since I had to get the boat ready to drop in the water and do a few other things to get ready for fishing, I showered first while Shruthi used the rest room. As I was putting on my bathing suit and t-shirt after my shower, Shruthi walked into the shower area, got naked and started her shower.

With the water cascading over her breasts and ass, she looked amazing. She then gave me a very sultry looked and asked if I wanted to get her nice and dirty in the shower and then help her clean up. In what may be the worst decision of my life, I laughed and told her that as tempting as her proposition was, I really had to get the boat in the water so that we can get on the lake at a decent hour. I promised her that I would get her plenty dirty this afternoon when we got back. She pouted a little, in a playful way and told me that it was my loss. She then dropped her soap, said 'oops', and then proceeded to pick up the soap in a way that gave me the biggest hard on of my life. Once again, I should have just said 'fuck fishing' and proceeded to fuck my gorgeous wife right there and then instead. But that is not what happened. I laughed some more, called her an 'evil sexy fox', and left the shower area and started to head back to our tent and the trailer with the boat.

As I was leaving, I noticed a burly looking guy heading towards the bathrooms. He was around my height, but maybe 220 pounds or so. White guy, black hair, fairly muscled, but not like workout-fiend chiseled. Even though we were the same height, he was considerably wider than me around the shoulders and the chest. He looked like what you would picture a typical construction worker to look like. Let's just say, I wouldn't want to take him on in a fight.

At first, I didn't think anything of it, but then it hit me. Oh shit! The shower area latch only locks from the inside, so I couldn't and didn't lock it when I left Shruthi in the shower. This guy could accidentally walk in on my wife. I dropped all my stuff and ran back to the bathroom area. When I walked in, I noticed that the swinging door to the shower area was open and this guy was just inside, watching my wife take a shower. Her back was to him, she was shampooing her hair, and she had no idea he was there. I was about to walk in and say something when Shruthi realized that someone was in the shower area. I guess she heard him move or maybe the door squeaked.

Her back was still turned to us and her eyes were closed so she assumed that I had returned to the shower to take her up on her earlier offer. In her sexiest voice, she said "Oh, I am so glad you decided to come back. Why don't you come in and wash my back? And then maybe I can wash your front?"

I was fully expecting this guy to apologize and leave. Thinking of not embarrassing her or him, I actually started to quietly back out of the bathroom. Instead, he did something totally unexpected. He started to take off his clothes and get completely naked. Once again, I made a decision that completely changed my marriage. Instead of barging in and stopping this guy, I decided to remain quiet and watch.

To this day, I still truly can't explain why I did nothing. At the time, I rationalized my lack of action to myself by telling myself that Shruthi would scream when she saw him and then I could run in and save the day. While this would lead to some embarrassment by Shruthi, I would be the hero, we would have amazing sex later today, and have a great and funny story to tell our friends. However, if I am being honest with myself, a part of me, a big part, was simply very excited by the whole situation. 'What if,' what if Shruthi didn't scream, what if it led to something more? I was simply glued to the floor, unable to look away, and realized that my dick was the hardest it's ever been. I simply had no choice but to remain quiet and watch.

In the three seconds all this was going on in my head, this guy got fully naked, placed his phone on the bench in a position to record all the action, and stepped into the shower behind my wife. My first thought was, damn he has some nerve and confidence. My second thought was "holy shit, he has the biggest dick I have ever seen outside of a porn movie." Even semi-hard, it was at least 8 inches and ridiculously wide. God knows how big it would get once fully enthused. I guess that was part of the reason for his confidence.

Anyway, he stepped behind my wife and gently started to rub and caress her back. My wife, whose back was turned to him and whose eyes were closed due to the shampoo in her hair and face, started cooing and sighing immediately. You can tell she was horny and was greatly enjoying his touch. She playfully said "so, you came back to take me up on my offer after all. Well stud, now that you have me at your mercy, what are you gonna do about it?" He remained completely silent and started to rub soap on my wife's back and ass. He was taking his time and being very slow and methodical. He began at the top of her should, then gently moved down her back before finally cupping her ass cheeks. He then put one hand between her cheeks and reached under to gently play with her pussy. I could not see, but it sure seemed like he had a finger or two inside her based on her moans.

Shruthi, who was already horny before he showed up, was now almost beyond control. She was moaning and begging for him (me) to fuck her. Not sure I would have had the self-control to hold back, but he did. He removed his hands from her back and moved closer to her with his dick now resting on her ass cheeks and moved his hands to the front and began to gently caress and squeeze her breasts. This led to more moaning and begging to be fucked from her.

By now, he was also fully ready and hard (it was, at my best guess, around 10 inches long, at leas 4 inches larger than me) and pushing his dick against the crack of her ass. I would think Shruthi might have felt the difference in size and girth in comparison to me, but she was either too much in the throughs of passion to notice or to care. She reached back to grab his (what she thought was my) cock, but he did not want to have his cover blown yet. Instead, still without saying a word, he grabbed her wrists and bent her forward so that her legs were spread out in a V shape and her head was down. When he did this, Shruthi went "mmmmm, so you are playing to strong, silent type. I think I like this new you."

He then began to play with her pussy from behind. First gently rubbing her mound and clit, and then inserting first one, then two fingers inside her. This drove Shruthi crazy and she started begging him to fuck her more insistently. "Come on baby, please!! Fuck me now! I need it bad! He finally lined up his dick with her opening and plunged all the way in in a single thrust. Despite his size, Shruthi was so wet at this point that he was all the way in without a problem. He then proceeded to saw in an out of her in a fairly slow rhythm.

Shruthi immediately started moaning and was quickly approaching an orgasm (I definitely know the signs). About 10 seconds into it, it finally dawned on her that whoever was in her was much bigger than her husband and was definitely not her husband. Her eyes popped open (she had kept them closed throughout, despite the fact that they were no longer covered by shampoo), she looked behind her and half moaned, half shouted "you are not Maddy." This guy's response was priceless. "Who the fuck is Maddy? I came to take a shower, you asked me to fuck you, so that's what I am doing." During this entire time, he did not miss a beat. He never slowed down his pace and kept on fucking her.

Shruthi tried to talk to him while she was having what looked to be an incredible orgasm. "Oh! Maddy is my husband. Oh, oh, oh!! I thought you were him. Oh my god!! I am coming!" He continued to fuck her at a leisurely pace. "Can't say I am really sorry about the confusion. You are an amazing fuck. Do you really want me to pull out and stop?" This guy was so cocky and nonchalant about the whole thing.

Then Shruthi, who was still in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm, did something that surprised the hell out of me. She said "Nooo! Don't pull out. You feel amazing. Keep fucking me, pleaseee!!" I couldn't believe my loving and faithful wife of 5 years was asking this guy to continue fucking her. A part of me was jealous and hurt. At the same time, I almost came in my shorts. I realized that I did not want to stop this and was getting off on watching Shruthi act like a slut. To be honest, I am not sure I could've stopped it if I wanted to. Shruthi sure seemed into it at this point and this guy did not look like the type who liked to be interrupted.

So, this guy continued to do what Shruthi asked. He kept fucking her slowly, never speeding up, never slowing down, to two mind blowing orgasms as she was bent over in the shower. This went on for at least 10 minutes. While fucking her, he was continually squeezing her ass and her tits. He even rubbed some soap on his index finger and stuck it up her ass. She would never let me do that with her, but sure seemed into it with him. In fact, her second orgasm occurred right went he had his finger up her ass and she kept gyrating her ass around his finger while screaming uncontrollably. I am amazed other campers did not run in to see what was going on.

He finally did pull out of her, which was followed by a whimper of "Noo!" from her, turned her around, lifted her in the air and impaled her on his cock. He then proceeded to fuck her fast and furious against the wall of the shower until he finally came. This took another 5 minutes or so and I think she had at least one, maybe two more orgasms (total of 3 or 4) during this finale. Now that they were facing each other they started kissing. It was passionate and animalistic with their tongues entwined. And during the short bursts when were not making out with his tongue in her mouth, she kept begging him to fuck her harder and harder, asking him to squeeze her ass, bite her nipples, and other similar requests. I had never seen her so vocal or vulgar during sex. She even asked him to stick his finger up her ass again.

When he was finally done, he picked her off his cock and dropped her on the floor of the shower. She was so worn out that she could not stand and went down on her knees. He then proceeded to stick his now softening cock into her mouth and without saying a word, my wife proceeded to lick and clean his cock of all of their juices (another thing she would never do with me). It was like she was worshiping his giant dick and was trying to get him hard again.

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He finally had to pull his dick out of her mouth and said "I think I am done for now. Maybe in a few minutes." He then lifted her up to her feet and they both went back under the shower and cleaned up in total silence. I think Shruthi was silent because she had finally come off her sex high and was now very embarrassed by what happened and simply did not know what to say. Bob, whose name I was about to learn, was letting her figure things out on his own. Finally, they both got out of the shower, wrapped towels around themselves, and he introduced himself.

"Hi. My name is Bob. What's your name?"

"Uh, Shruthi."

"Nice to formally meet you Shruthi. Thanks for a very memorable shower." He was smiling while he said this and was clearly joking with her and trying to put her at ease after what just happened. This guy had some nerve.

"You're welcome. I guess." She had a smile on her voice and clearly did not sound too unhappy with the events. But she was also worried. "Look, I am here with my husband and I thought you were him initially. You took advantage of my confusion. Please, he can't know about this."

"Look Shruthi. I don't care what you think happened here, but the truth is you invited me into the shower and begged me to fuck you. And continued to beg even after you knew I wasn't your husband. And my phone over there recorded the whole thing. So, I don't want to hear about how I took advantage of you."

"Oh my god, you recorded it. Please get rid of the recording. Please."

All of a sudden Bob's demeanor changed. He was no longer joking, but more domineering. "I will do no such thing. This video will provide me with hours of entertainment in the future. I will however promise not to post it online or tell your husband about our little adventure as long as you remain nice to me during the rest of my stay this weekend and stop talking about how I tricked you."

"You are blackmailing me?"

"I wouldn't call it blackmail. More like insurance for me and a gesture of goodwill from you. So, in the spirit of demonstrating that there are no hard feelings, how about you get on your knees and show some more appreciation to the tool that just gave you so much pleasure." After saying that, Bob sat down on the bench seat, opened up the towel that was covering his crotch, and pointed at his cock. He had some remarkable recovery power and was already semi-hard.

Shruthi's expression was complicated. You could tell she was a little pissed at being ordered around by this guy. But you could also tell that she was very turned on by his dominant personality and was more than a little enchanted by his giant dick. With an almost silent sigh, she dropped her own towel on the ground (ostensibly to protect her knees, but I think she wanted to have him see her naked), knelt in front of Bob and began to give him (from my vantage point) the greatest blowjob of her life.

She began by holding his cock out and slowly licking his balls and shaft. She would then proceed to the knob of his dick and lick all around and slowly put the knob in her warm mouth. It was obvious that she continued to lick and pleasure him with her tongue while he was in her mouth. She would them put him deeper into her mouth and move him in and out slowly. She would then take him out of her mouth and proceed to lick him all over before inserting him into her mouth again. Each time she did this, she would get more and more of him into her mouth.

Despite her initial show of reluctance (I am now convinced that it was just a show and she really did want to suck him off), Shruthi was now very much into it. She is a very good cock sucker and would occasionally deep throat me when she was in the mood. I was not sure if she would be able to do it with Bob, but she was sure trying. Every time she had him in her mouth she would look up at him with those sultry eyes, and you could tell that this was having an effect on Bob as his breathing was getting heavier and heavier. She would then proceed to get as much of his dick down her throat as possible. She kept repeating this and each time was able to get a little bit more down.

Finally, Shruthi was able to do the impossible and get all 10 inches plus into her mouth and down her throat. The site was incredible. You could see her neck bulging with his cock inside, she was kneading his balls with one hand and had her other hand was between her legs playing with her pussy and clit. At this time Bob's breathing got heavier and he started to grunt. Shruthi took most of him out of her mouth and just kept the tip inside and began to stroke him with her hand. She was also stroking herself faster and faster at the same time.

And then it happened. They both came almost at the same time. Bob began grunting, thrusting and jerking into her mouth and Shruthi began to frig herself superfast and moaning loudly around his cock. He kept coming for at least 10 -- 15 seconds and was eventually worn out, but Shruthi kept pumping and sucking him until her own orgasm subsided, probably an additional 15 seconds or so. I have never seen her so enthusiastic to swallow cum before. With me she usually lets me come in her mouth but quickly pulls me out and finishes me off with her hands.

By now, Bob was begging her to stop. She finally did stop and opened her mouth to show him all the cum that was in there. She then closed her mouth and gulped it all down. There was some excess cum around her mouth and chin and on Bob's stomach. Plus a few drops leaking as he was shrinking down to normal size. Shruthi proceeded to lick and swallow all this down as well. Once again with previously unseen eagerness. It was like his cum tasted like honey.

"Wow! That was incredible Shruthi. I don't know if you are better at fucking or giving blowjobs. Too close to call. For someone who is supposedly being blackmailed, you sure were very enthusiastic. I especially loved the clean-up at the end."

Shruthi, who was markedly less shy and reserved by now, "well, I was taught that if you are going to do something, you should always give it your best." Again with the smile and obviously happy tone! Who is this women and what did she do with my wife?

"And you didn't really have to blackmail me you know. You could have just asked nicely. Although I kind of did like being ordered." Who knew she was a secret submissive?

"As far as the clean-up, I really gotta go back to my husband and did not want to take to risk of taking another shower with you. Who knows where that would have lead to?" I couldn't believe she was joking with this guy who practically forced himself on her!

They finally began getting dressed and I quietly existed the bathroom area and stood outside so that I could still hear their conversation. It was obvious that the tension that was there earlier was gone and they were now talking as if they were old lover and friends getting together for a weekend tryst.

"Shruthi, I meant what I said about being nice to me the rest of my stay here. I would hate to tell your husband about your enthusiasm for my, let's just call it, amazing tool."

"Aren't you cocky (she then completely cracked up laughing after saying this)? Well, I supposed I could make some more time for you. Just make sure you don't tell my husband. I am only doing this to keep you quiet. No pleasure for me in this at all." Again with a laugh and obviously joking tone.

"Yeah. No pleasure for you at all. How about you meet me back here at 5 this afternoon. And I will make sure that you get at least 10, no pleasure to you, orgasms." Holly shit, this guy thought he was god's gift to women!

"Ten!! Not sure I can live through that, but it would sure be an interesting experiment. No pleasure though, just science. I will see you at 5."

I then heard them hug and kiss. Hoping that it was a goodbye kiss, I ran back to our tent and began to put the boat out. Shruthi showed up a few minutes later right when the boat was in the water. I asked her what took her so long and she said that she had to use the bathroom because her stomach was upset. She looked and acted completely normal, like nothing happened. Until this morning, I would have bet everything I owned that Shruthi had been faithful to me during our entire relationship. Now, based on how nonchalant she was about the fact that she was fucking and sucking a complete stranger just a few minutes ago, I was beginning to have my doubts. Maybe this was not so out of the ordinary for her after all.

I contemplated confronting her about her actions but decided to remain silent. Why did I make that decision? First, watching her with Bob was one of the most exciting things I had ever seen in my life. Yes, there was jealousy, but there was also an incredible sexual high from watching the women you love abandon everything and act so wanton with another person. Second, I was wondering if she would tell me herself. I thought our relationship was strong enough to handle it, but I wanted her to be honest with me. And finally, I wanted to see more of it. I wanted to sneak up and watch her with Bob at 5 o'clock (little did I know that what happened with Bob this morning was nothing compared to what would come later).

So, we proceeded to go out on the lake and had a great time. She even gave me an amazing blow job while we were on the boat. Swallowed my entire load. Maybe, she was feeling guilty. Maybe, she was still horny (she did bring herself to an orgasm during it as well).

During the entire fishing trip I kept thinking how I could not wait till 5 o'clock.

to be continued...

 

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#Shruti Hassan Story -- 2

"Okay madam... this is the place."

I peered out of the window at the nondescript four-story building. The street wasn't too well lit, so with my sunglasses on at midnight, I couldn't see much. I took them off and got a better look. Wooden letters above the entrance said SEEMA LODGE. This was indeed the place.

I handed the cabbie a 500 rupee note and picked up my handbag.

"Keep the change." I said.

"One minute madam." the cabbie said just as I was about to open the door. He was staring at the note.

"What happened? Is it not enough?" I asked.

"Madam... maybe it's none of my business but... you have given me a 300 rupee tip. So you're clearly not in need of money. You sound and act like an educated lady from a good family."

I looked at him in confusion. He turned around, an expression of concern and compassion on his wrinkled old face.

"Madam... you're my daughter's age. Why are you going to such a place? I know what sort of things happen here. I can understand someone doing it for money but... "

"You're right. It's none of your business." I said opening the door and stepping out.

He poked his head out the window.

"Are you in some sort of trouble? Can I help in some way? I know people... "

"WILL YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS?"

He was taken aback. I looked at the worried face and felt a surge of appreciation for his decency and kind spirit. It wasn't his fault.

"I am... I am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled." I said. "But please, I have to go."

I turned around and walked up the steps to the entrance. There was a mountain of a man standing at the entrance. Security and bouncer I guessed. He looked at me with a blank expression on his face. I tried to walk past him, but he held out his log like arm.

"Who are you with?"

"Excuse me?"

"Never seen you before. And I wasn't told there'd be a new girl. Are you with Tahir? Sridhar? Giri?"

"I... I don't understand. I am here for a... meeting."

"I know what kind of a meeting you're here for, raand!" he growled. Did he just call me a whore? Well, I suppose that was one perspective to take. But how did he know?

"Listen... I... "

That's when a couple came out through the entrance. A middle aged man with his arm around a woman dressed in a miniskirt and garish make-up. They giggled as they walked past us. The woman gave me an almost territorial look before walking by.

Shit! That's why the cabbie was so worried. Motherfucker Goyal had chosen a whorehouse hotel? I had half a mind to turn around and go home. If only I could.

The guard was still looking at me menacingly. That's when another man came out. He was wearing a cheap looking ill fitting suit. Looked like a hotel manager.

"Oh... you must be the guest of Mr. Sebi ?"

"Oh... yes yes. Yes. I am."

"Let her through." he said to the guard who moved away.

The hotel lobby was dimly lit and garish. There were half a dozen ladies of the night sitting on various couches and chairs. A couple of men were on their cellphones. Presumably their pimps or customers.

The manager escorted me to the lift.

"Third floor." he said and pushed a button.

I stood there wordlessly. He was scrutinizing my face. Or what little of it was visible. I was wearing my biggest pair of sunglasses, covering half my forehead and my cheeks. And I had a scarf wrapped around my head and neck.

"Have we met before?" he asked.

"No."

"There's something very familiar about you. I know you're not one of the working girls. But... I have seen you somewhere."

"I don't think so."

I had always hated doing those interviews with news channels as the "face" of the company. And appearing on magazine covers. It didn't exactly make me a celebrity but did make me recognizable to people who watched the news regularly. Which this manager fella probably did.

Maybe I should've worn a burqa. Thankfully the lift door opened and I walked in.

"Mr. Sebi is in room 304."

Even through my utter loathing and revulsion for Goyal, I couldn't help but smile at his sense of irony in picking a fake name. Sebi... or rather SEBI. Securities and Exchange Board of India.

"You leave me no choice. I have to go to SEBI then." Goyal got up from the chair in my office. This was in the middle of the day a week ago.

"Wait! SIT!" I said in a loud voice. He complied.

"Don't yell at me." he said brusquely. "You can't play boss lady in this situation anymore."

"Come on, Goyal! Be reasonable! I have already agreed to give you the money."

"And I appreciate that you didn't haggle with me about that."

"That's enough money for you and your next few generations to live on. In fact... I will double it!"

"That's very gracious of you, but my original demand stands. You can't negotiate or threaten your way out of this. Maybe you'd like to watch the clip again."

"No, I wouldn't."

But he swiped his phone screen and started that damn video again. From the party.

"You're kidding!" she said.

"I am not. It's almost a done deal." my dad responded, downing what must have been his eighth scotch of the night. "The Germans will be signing the contract on Thursday. We're doing it hush hush in Goa."

"Your company's stock is going to go through the roof!"

"That's the hope! But you have to keep this to yourself,."

"My lips are sealed. I still remember the trouble you had two years ago."

My stupid stupid STUPID dad. Smart in so many ways, but dumb dumb DUMB when it came to this stuff. And he hadn't learned! Even after all the lawyer's fees and bribes and deals we had to make to keep him from a criminal conviction that time.

And of all the people he could have blabbed to, it had to be that sleazebag Shruti. He had absolutely no scruples.

Sure enough, the next day a collection of several investors picked up a lot of stocks for our company. There were murmurs in the market. And I had a suspicion that someone had inside information. Shruti knew how to cover his tracks. But after seeing this video, I knew it had to be him.

"I love this video! I could watch it all day!" Goyal said and grinned.

I sat in silence. The fight almost went out of me. I tried to appeal to his conscience. If he even had one.

"Please Goyal uncle... "

"Uncle!!" he said and cackled.

"I am willing to give you as much money as I have. Please just don't... "

He got up. Put the phone in his pocket.

"We are going around in circles. You have my terms. They are not negotiable. If you want to keep your father from being finally jailed for insider trading, you know what you have to do. The SEBI has been trying to nab him for years. I am sure I will get a very generous reward either way."

I stared at the desk, sighed and nodded.

"Consider this my resignation from the company. You will get an email about the next steps."

-

 

[hotaks]

I stood outside the door of room 304 for a full two minutes before I knocked. The door opened, but only a little crack.

"Give me your bag." Goyal's voice said.

"What kind of a shady hotel have you picked... "

"GIVE IT TO ME!"

I turned over my handbag. The door closed. It opened a minute later.

"Frisk her. But outside."

"What?" I asked as a big burly brute almost seven feet tall stepped out from behind Goyal. He was even taller and bigger than the bouncer outside. "What the hell, Goyal?"

"I need to make sure you don't have any weapons."

The brute ran his hands all over my body. But didn't cop a feel. Even when he ran his hands up the inside of my thigh and checked my crotch over the fabric of my jeans, there was a strictly professional air to it.

"She's clean." he said after frisking me

"Okay. Stand guard outside. One hand on your gun."

That's when I noticed that the brute had a gun holstered to his waist. Goyal beckoned me in. I took a deep breath and followed him.

"This whole cloak and dagger routine is unnecessary." I said as I examined the room. It was a lot nicer than I had expected, given how shady the rest of the place was.

"Yeah right!" Goyal walked to the window, pushed the curtain aside and examined the street outside. "For all I know, your father has already hired multiple hitmen."

"You watch too many movies! Besides, my father knows nothing about this." I said, taking a slip of paper out of my handbag. I also felt relieved that I had resisted the urge to take my gun along. It would've made for an even more unpleasant situation.

Goyal looked at me and smiled. He was wearing a white bathrobe that displayed the thick gray hair on his chest. And the thick hair on his legs. I had to fight off an urge to vomit as I contemplated what lay ahead.

"Either you're being willfully ignorant or you don't know what your father has done in the past to some of his enemies. But I know. I quite literally know where the skeletons are buried."

I ignored the implication and handed him the paper. He looked at it. Then he took out a cellphone.

"Have a seat, madam."

I sat on a swivel chair next to a desk as he called the bank in Switzerland and confirmed the details. Then he told them the details of a different account to transfer the money to. He then called the other bank. But before speaking to them, he said

"Sorry madam, I am going to have to go into the bathroom. Can't have you overhearing all the account numbers and passwords. Your memory is legendary."

I shrugged. When he was inside the bathroom, I took the scarf and the sunglasses off. I checked inside my handbag and made sure the condoms were there. The minutes crawled by. I just sat in the chair, repeating to myself that all this was necessary to save my father. To save the company. To save the family.

"You look gorgeous as always, madam." Goyal stepped out of the bathroom. "But I wish you had dressed up a bit."

I was wearing my mommies mommy jeans and a plain black button down shirt.

"What the fuck do you think this is? A date?"

Goyal smiled and approached me. I shivered with disgust as he put a hand on my cheeks.

"So soft!"

He bent down and kissed me. The stench of tobacco filled my nostrils. I was passive through the kiss as his tongue poked inside my mouth for a minute or so and deposited a few ounces of his spit inside.

He then got on his knees next to the swivel chair. His grubby hairy fingers reached for my neck and started unbuttoning my shirt. My bra slowly came into view as each button gave way. He left the bottom two buttons alone and put his hands on my boobs.

"I can't tell you how many times I have jacked off imagining how these tits must look. Especially when you show a hint of cleavage."

I sat passively, my arms hanging on the side as he put his face in my cleavage and shook it sideways. The flabby skin of his cheeks made a dull noise as it slapped against the side of my tits. His bald head rubbed against my chin.

"I have always wondered if your nipples are pink or brown. My bet is on pink."

He shoved his fingers inside my bra and scooped my boobs out.

"I knew it!"

He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, looked into my eyes and wagged it sideways suggestively with a wink. I looked away. A second later, I felt the tip of his tongue flick my left nipple. I shivered. I had always been sensitive to the touch of a tongue on my nipples. And even this disgusting tongue attached to this revolting face drew a response. I hated myself. His tongue then move to the right nipple. He also bit it gently. I was staring at the wall, wondering when all this would be over.

"I still remember the first time I noticed your big tits. Around ten years ago when you came for the company picnic. You were on summer vacation from your college. And you were dressed in a tank top. It was the first time I had seen you since you were in your mid-teens. You really filled out late, didn't you?"

I didn't say anything.

"Actually, some of us in the company speculated if you had gotten a boob job . After all, your mom does big boobs. But now that I can touch them and see them up close... and bite them... "

"Ouch!"

"They are clearly 100% natural. I envy your husband."

"I could do without the commentary, Goyal." I said. "Especially if it is going to involve my mom and my husband."

"Your mom is a pretty lady too." Goyal ignored my request almost pointedly. "I've jacked off to her image for decades. But you... there's something just dick-shakingly delicious about you. Especially how hard-nosed and tough you are in your dealings. It adds to the allure."

For the next few minutes, Goyal's fingers, tongue, and teeth played with my tits. He eventually unbuttoned the shirt completely and took it off, leaving me with my tits hanging out of my bra.

"Get up!" he grabbed my left arm and pulled me out of the chair.

He then took off his robe. Underneath it, he was wearing only a pair of blue boxers which had a tent forming in them. There was a thick mat of gray and black hair all over his torso. His paunch looked a little less massive than usual when it was straining against his shirt.

He pulled me into an embrace. His bald head rubbed against my lips. I was about 6 inches taller than him. As he hugged me tight, he ran his rough hands all over my back and bit my shoulder and kissed my neck. His erection rubbed against my thigh. It didn't seem too big. His fingers struggled with the hooks of my bra for about 30 seconds before he took it off. I moved my arms only to allow him to take the bra off. Other than that, my arms were hanging by my side.

I wasn't going to move a muscle to make a participatory gesture. I wasn't going to resist him. I couldn't. But if he expected me to enthusiastically participate in this travesty as if he was my lover, he had another thing coming.

"They should put velcro on bras." he took a break between making out with me to editorialize.

Holding me in his embrace, rubbing his chest against my boobs and grinding his erection against my thighs, he started slowly moving me to the bed. He slipped his fingers down the back of my jeans and his nails scratched my ass. His fingers poked into and traced the length of my ass crack making me feel even more violated. I hated it when someone did that. Even my husband.

He eventually pushed me, making me fall on the bed sideways. Instantly, he jumped on the bed like an orangutan in heat. He straddled my chest until his crotch was a few inches in front of my face. And then he slid his shorts down, revealing an erect dick about 5 inches long surrounded by a thick bush of salt and pepper pubic hair. His dick slapped against my chin.

"Well?" he said.

"What?" I grimaced, looking away from his pathetic dick.

"Suck it!"

"No fucking way!"