Sisterhood of Sin -- 19 -- Clothed Females, Naked Husband - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 19 -- Clothed Females, Naked Husband

... do awful things to him just to get the get chance to rehabilitate him." I suddenly start crying, remembering how pathetic William Fuscia was when I caned him. "And Barbie witnessed this?" "Not directly. There had to be video evidence that we didn't cheat. I wore a mask." "Can I see this mask?" "It was just a black bandit mask. Nothing special." "What else did you do?" "Are you sure you want to ask that?" "Barbie thinks I need to know, to understand why you're so valuable to them. She is a marriage counselor." The way he says it reminds me that I have a tendency to underestimate her. She sent me to psychiatrist to get better help than she could give me, but she does understand how to read couples. "He was pathetic, completely unable to disobey her. We... I had to try to get him to... oppose her control. Other sisters had tried." "Why you?" "He was a business man. He needed to respect the woman trying. He couldn't respect the pros and Barbie was desperate." "You're not a pro?" Maybe I should have been angry, but I don't think he really understood what he asked. "No. I'm... not a specialist, in bed." "Ah, so he had to...?" Oh god. He wanted to hear me say it. But he didn't seem upset. Time to air some of my dirty laundry. "Yes. Fucking was his wife's test of loyalty. She was sure he wouldn't fuck another sister, especially one who did all the things I had to do to him first. I really hated that." "But then you...?" "You want me to say it?" "I love you, Cathy. I love Cate ...

... Confidence and Sister Cate, too." "I spanked him, I caned him, I milked his prostate, and then I had to convince him to trust us." "So you connected with him by drinking his cum." "I sipped a little. I had to make him drink the rest." "This is sick." "Yes. I almost threw up several times that night." "Is that what drove you to the psychiatrist?" "Yes, but it was what I had to do to get the deal." "So you convinced him to..." "To fuck me. Yes. I wasn't enough to get him hard, but when I put on his wife's wedding dress, then he could do it, with a condom so there was proof that he came." "Did you come?" "No. Not from the fucking. He was not in very good shape. I had to prop him up. But he licked me afterwards. He did it to show his wife that he was free of her. He also ripped her wedding dress and peed on it before we left." "And have you... fucked him since then." "No. Several other sisters participated in rehabbing him, but there's a... there seems to be an unspoken pact between us. Chelsea's with him now." It seems good to remind him about Chelsea, about how many times I watched him fuck her. About how I cleaned his cock after he fucked her. "She seems like a good choice. Congrats." What? This is not what I expected to hear. No anger, no self-pity, and no recriminations. Seemingly total acceptance and even praise. After fucking my ass, there was no hint of interest in giving me pleasure, but that changes now. He's heard what he wants to hear. He begins the way he often has, by ...