BEST PRESENT EVER: Cheerleader Orgy - Sex Stories

BEST PRESENT EVER: Cheerleader Orgy

... rather unconvincingly, "Yes." "Why do you obey her?" I asked. Still refusing to make eye contact with me, she replied, "I don't know." I chuckled, "You must know, Della. No one becomes a dyke slut without knowing why. So why?" She whispered, "To be popular." "Ahhhhhh, the truth," I proclaimed, pausing, "will set you free." I took one of her breasts in my hand and I felt her shiver, clearly uncomfortable with my touch. "Why are you letting me touch your breasts?" "Because your sister told me to do whatever you asked," the submissive girl admitted. "So if asked you to bend over and take my cock in your ass, you would?" "Yes," she whispered, so quietly no one other than me could here. "Would you enjoy it?" I asked. "No," she answered. "Have you been fucked in the ass before, Della?" "No." "But you would allow me to take your anal virginity, right here, right now?" I asked, attempting to make the submission as absurd as possible. Della still had not made eye contact with me as she again confirmed her obedience with a slight nod. I asked for confirmation, "And all this submission to my sister and Beth is simply to be popular?" She shook her head yes and surprised me by looking up and defended herself. "You don't understand. I have been treated badly based strictly on my weight." I interjected, "You are not fat, Della. You are chubby, or as Marilyn Monroe was described, voluptuous." She blushed, obviously flattered by a rare comment. "I used to be a lot larger," she admitted. I let ...

... go of her large breast and explained, "Della, I know exactly what it feels like to feel out of place. To be judged based on appearances. Actually, I assume you have judged me too. But I finally had enough of the judging and being treated like a doormat. Didn't I, baby sister?" My sister still on the floor answered, rather seductively, "Yeah, the mouse finally roared like a lion." I returned my gaze to Della and said, "Look at me, Della." She looked up into my eyes. Her blue-green misty eyes were beautiful. I attempted to build this insecure girl's confidence, "Della, you are a beautiful woman with lots going for you, your eyes are enchanting, your smile is seductive and, of course, your breasts defy gravity." Clearly not used to flattery, she stammered, "T-t-thanks." "And I have a gift for you," I said. I paused for dramatic effect before ordering, "Sandra, go take off your new Mistress's panties." "What?" Sandra asked stunned by my order. "I think my order was pretty clear. Get your whore ass over to Della," I ordered. When she didn't immediately obey I roared, "Now, slut!" My sister gave the deadly glare that had crushed me so many times before. But I was no longer intimidated by her facade of power and I returned a glare just as menacing. A brief power struggle followed, but it was short lived as my sister began to stand up. Making it clear that I was Master and she was the slave, I added to the humiliation, "Crawl." She fell back to her knees and crawled slowly. Her head ...