The Collar 7 - Sex Stories

The Collar 7

... give you that! I'd love to see it, too!”

“Yeah, but your SISTER?” he said, sounding bewildered. “You want to see her get fucked?”

“Oh yes!” she said with a wide grin. “Take her cherry, fuck her in the ass and cover her whole face with your come, then send her home so that my father can see her like that! Little bitch deserves every bit of the shame she'll feel!”

“You WANT your very own little sister to be shamed?” he asked incredulously. “Why?”

“She's a bitch!” Jenny told him, scowling. “She's better than me at EVERYTHING! Sports, her grades in school, job offers, EVERYTHING!”

“Job offers, huh?” he asked. “How much will she get for the first year?”

“What?” she had a puzzled look on her face. “50 grand a year; something like that. I'm not really sure. She hasn't gotten the job yet! Four years of college to go, at least.”

“Did you go to college?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I got accepted to Harvard, but there was no way to pay for it, so I just applied to the diner two towns away so nobody will recognize me and I'm a waitress there.”

He smiled at her knowingly and winked. “That's not all you do for money though, is it? Waitressing?”

She blushed and hung her head. ...

... “No.” she admitted, looking down and whispering. “How did you know?”

“Look me in the eye and speak up when addressing me, you little slut!” he commanded strongly.

She looked up at him, a little fearfully,wanting to look away from his eyes, which stared right into her innermost mind and read her thoughts in an instant, or so she felt.

“How do you know about the glory hole at the diner, sir? How do you know that only one shift a week is spent waitressing and that's my lowest payday all week? How did you know all that just from looking me in the eyes?” She paused a short moment, then added, “Sir?”

“I'm going to make this easy for you, Jenny.” he told her, and a relieved smile touched the corners of her mouth. “It works for the military, mostly, and it will serve my purposes well. I hope.” he said softly, but she heard him and read his lips unconsiously. “You may address me as sir.”

“Sir?” she asked, confused, more than a little.

“You will call me sir, and obey all of my commands.” he told her. “Understand?”

She swallowed hard but nodded, looking him in the eye. “What is your command, sir?”

“Let's go see your sister.” he said, winking suggestively. “We're not bringing this, though.”