Sisterhood of Sin -- 25 -- The Gift Of Sister Pain - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 25 -- The Gift Of Sister Pain

... that looks so much like mine as I push my cock balls deep into her brings an unexpected thrill to me. This is very close to what other lovers see when they fuck me and it makes me feel powerful. Lini grunts a little as my hips bump her ass. "Mmmmm. That's nice. Bigger than I'm used to. I feel it deeper." Claude's gaze sweeps over us, as I fuck his wife. We both listen as she heats up. The flame in my pussy gets hotter, too. I feel the warmth of Lini's ass as I bump it. The give of her hips under my hands wakes something in me, the desire to cum inside her, to transmute my juices into semen and bathe her insides with my lust. I fuck her harder, faster, deeper, more. I come and I'm not quiet about it. Claude is breathing hard, frustrated by his bindings, as I pummel his wife until she comes, too. I keep my cock in her as we roll sideways so she is facing Claude. In French, she says, "Happy Birthday, my love. Did you enjoy watching Sister Pain fuck me?" "Oui." My French is not as practiced, but I'm pretty sure that I said, "Happy Birthday, Claude. You wife is a very good fuck." This is the time for 'aftercare', a concept that Lini explained to me. We have to make him feel like a man again. Lini kisses me and I kiss her back. He needs to see that we are genuinely lovers, not just sex partners. Then he needs to learn where he fits in our relationship. We climb onto the bed with him. I let my cock touch him wherever it happens to flop, but I am the first to ...

... kiss his cock. Lini and I both lick it, cleaning the dried mixture of my syrup and his cum until it is clean. I take it into my throat until my nose touches his belly. It's not long enough for that to be difficult. As Lini takes over the sucking, I say in French, "It's really not a tiny little piggy dick, Claude. It made me come and that isn't easy. You are a good man and Lini loves you." She climbs on top of him and slips his cock into her. I untie the bindings on his legs as she frees his arms and fucks him cowgirl. I give her a kiss and say, "Au revoir, ma amour. Au revoir, Claude." "Good night, Sister Pain. Thank you for fucking her so good." I remove the rest of the penguin suit and close the door behind me as I hear Lini's cuntsong start again. After a quick shower and a short cab ride, Marta and I board the waiting bizjet. I show her two fingers as Marta pours my Talisker and I feel the soothing burn of the first sip as the wheels leave the runway. "Any... bad effects, Ma'am? Flashes of rage, or desires to really hurt him?" "No. I feel good. He's not Mick, so he's no enemy of mine." "Good." She gets a little grin on her face. "What? Spit it out, Marta." "Well, uh, no need to go to the back of the plane and relax yourself tonight. Margaret and I could hear pretty well." "No, I'm pretty relaxed, but I'm famished. Any food on this flight?" "As a matter of fact, yes. I had a pizza delivered to the plane for us." "Wonderful. You're my guardian angel."