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

The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister

... pulled out from the curve. “That's it, whore,” he laughed. “Suck my cock.” Terror was replacing fear. Her hands pushed on his body. He only laughed. Her throat constricted around his cock, tight and hot. He wasn't going to last long in her struggling throat. She cried, vibrations humming through his cock. He groaned, fighting to stay focused on his driving. His balls boiled. “Keep working my cock. Cry harder. That's it, whore! You're going to be mine!” His cock erupted, shooting his cum down her throat. He grunted, pulling hard on her hair. He loved defiling his enemy's mother. She swallowed his cum, polluting her body with his essence. He would pollute all of Kyle's women before he was done. Kyle had such a fine harem, and they would all scream for Burke's pleasure in his dungeon. He let go of Faiza. She popped her head back up, gasping, tears staining her mascara down her face. She looked at him, her eyes bewildered, his cum staining her lips, and her cheeks red with exertion—she looked even more beautiful. “I don't understand, Stanley.” “What are you?” he demanded. “A slut,” she whispered. “My slut.” He sized her chin. “Right?” “Yes,” she whispered. She had strength, but she was helpless to fight the spell. How he would love to break her for real, but he needed her ready. He had a lot of work to do with her tonight. “How wet are you?” She didn't answer, her spirit still fighting the spell. He shoved his hand down to her dress, squeezing her breast hard through her blouse, ...

... his fingers finding her hard nipples. He twisted and pinched; her eyes widened and a moan of pain escaped her lips. “Answer the question, slut!” “I'm...wet.” She looked down, shame burning through her. “Of course you are. You're a slut.” She was perfect for what he needed. He pulled into his garage, climbing out of the car and walking around to her side of the car. He grabbed her by the hair, hauling her out; her screams were so delightful as he led her through his house and down into his basement. “We are going to have such fun tonight. But don't worry, I'll return you unharmed.” He chuckled, his feet and laughs echoing down the staircase. “I promised your son, after all.” His cock was already hard as he imagined which flail he would use on her pretty behind as he worked his magic on her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “That's it,” Chyna purred. “Work those tits up just like that.” She leaned against Kyle as they sat on the living room couch. Nurse Mindy had her tits wrapped around his cock, her silky flesh rubbing up and down. Kyle groaned every time she brushed the sensitive tip of his cock, his orgasm nearing. “She's a quick learner,” he groaned to his first concubine. “Yes, she is,” Chyna approved. “Master is going to cum all over those big tits.” Mindy smiled and worked her tits up and down his cock faster. “Please do it, Master,” she moaned. “I loved wearing your cum all night at the hospital! I want to rub your semen into my tits and feel your cum drying on my skin all ...