Little Sister Shana - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Little Sister Shana - chapter 1

... ever been more beautiful! She noticed me staring at her necklace and asked, “You like my gift that started a war? Prince Paris was a handsome hunk but such an idiot! Hehehehe! I’ll teach your lusty little vamp, but you need to earn it. What are your names?”

I stared in her hypnotically sensuous eyes and replied, “Alex, she’s Shana.”

“You’re going to be part of my happy harem, Alex, and little Shana will work for me.”

At her apartment Helen had me strip. She sat on the edge of a bed with three nearly unconscious young men. Her eyes glowed pink as she ordered me, “Give me your sperm. All your sperm.” She took my penis in her mouth and gave me an amazing blowjob. My cock kept pumping into her lovely mouth for an incredibly long time. I think I really did empty my semen supply in one go! She laid me on the bed. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move for hours!

My drowsy mind barely heard, “You’re a real hottie Shana, but you’ll bring me a LOT more money as a high-class call girl than a cheap hooker. Let’s get your hair done and buy you some clothes.”

When they returned half a day later, Helen had me and the seven other men in her apartment get food from the kitchen and drink some water, then she sucked our dicks again. We were so drained we barely had the energy to speak, let alone go anywhere. Her blowjobs were so great we would never want to leave anyway.

Shana’s new look was classy but supremely sexy. Her long blonde hair was curled and styled into ...

... something from a movie about Marie Antoinette. Her pink and purple dress showed off her slender calves and revealed a bit of cleavage without seeming slutty. I’d never seen her wear makeup before. The nice cosmetics made her look a little older and even more beautiful. She was the prettiest female I’d ever seen, other than Helen.

I’m not sure how long Helen kept me as a willing sex slave and trained Shana to be an expert whore. It was probably around a year. When Helen finally encouraged us to leave for New York, Shana had the money to buy me a new Cadillac and a tailored suit, with close to twenty thousand left over. She said that was a quarter of what she made as a call girl. Helen kept the rest.

We’d gone most of the way across the country, all the way to Ohio, before we had a big realization. Instead of loving Helen deeply, we were angry she had kept us enslaved, in thrall to her mighty powers.

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There was nothing we could do to get revenge on Helen at the moment. The first things we would need to start our new lives would be a place to live, a way to make money, and a way to feed Shana. She'd be an excellent hooker, but a lot of bad things happened to prostitutes.

After leaving Vegas, the pink glow in her eyes hadn't faded for two whole days, and she had finally asked me to fuck her when we reached Brooklyn. Since she was still nearly full, sex could wait. We had money to last at least several months, so I drove to a real estate office. The cheapest place they had ...