The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister

... of her beauty. Such power beat in Aaliyah's body. His cock hardened, thinking about all the fun, and painful, ways he could extract that power. Her screams would be exquisite, her youthful body trembling as he used her in every way imaginable until she would only be a husk to be discarded. He wanted to seize her right now. His hands trembled to hold her lamp again. But homunculi prowled the house and spells had been warded into its foundations. Kyle could summon his artifact. The man calling himself Burke did not live this long by taking unnecessary risks. He had learned patience over the centuries. Kyle came downstairs, giving him a hard stare. A topless young woman, one of his whores, pressed into Kyle's back. “You'll be a gentleman.” Burke almost snorted with laughter. The gall of this youth. He surrounds himself with more and more women, and yet wants his mother to be kept on a pedestal. Faiza walked back into the room, the rose in a crystal vase full of water. Kyle scowled. The boy is jealous. He's known her flesh and he is not happy about my poaching. Burke suppressed his smile. He could make use of their carnal relationship. “Shall we?” Faiza asked, nervous excitement about her. “Yes, let's.” He glanced at Kyle. “Don't worry. I'll return your mother unharmed.” “Did Kyle say something to you?” “Just showing concern for his mother like a dutiful son.” He took Faiza's hand and led her out to his conservative Toyota Prius, the perfect car for a Principal to own. He'd ...

... prefer something flashier, but that would not do. He held the door open for her, his hand touching hers as she climbed in, and whispered a spell, “Let this woman be putty in my hands, dark goddess.” Faiza shivered. He walked around the car, sliding inside and pushing the button to start the Prius up, then he looked at her; she gave him a shy smile. “Unzip my pants and pull my cock out.” “What?” she blinked. “When I give you an order, slut, you obey.” His voice was hard as ice; she flinched, confusion brimming. “Is this a joke, Stanley?” “Did I tell you to talk, slut?” “No.” She reached for the door handle. “This was a—” He touched her; the spell stopped her. “When I give you an order, slut, you will obey, or there will be consequences.” “Sorry,” she whispered. He let go of her. “Now pull my cock out, slut!” She swallowed, reaching over, her dusky hands shaking as she unzipped him. He could smell the fear pouring off of her. He was going to have so much fun degrading her. Her hand reached in, pulling his hard cock out, her fingers soft. He seized her dark hair, pulling her face down hard. She gasped in pain; his cock grew harder. “Suck it, whore! That's all your mouth is good for!” That's all every woman's mouth was good for. His cock slid into her hot mouth; he shoved her all the way down until her lips touched his pubic hair, his dick buried down her throat. She panic, struggling to get back up, to breath. Her struggle was so sweet. With his free hand, he put the car in drive and ...