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She stiffened, wiggled and shook, squirted pussy juice. Then, after a final convulsion, she collapsed, laying inert on the counter, presenting herself like a mid-morning snack.
I turned her around.
"I know all about you and Sarah, I know about how you cruise college bars, pick up kids, fuck them."
Her eyes opened.
I planted two fingers in her pussy. I twisted a nipple.
"That's going to stop."
Twist.
"Oooohhh."
"From now on you're my slut. Say it!"
Twist.
"Unnhhhm, I'm your slut sir."
"My cunt."
Twist.
"Uuuunnnhhhhhhh, your cunt sir."
"Slut-whore."
Twist.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhhh, your slut-whore, your piece of ass, sir."
She started humping my fingers. I pressed her clit to her body.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Your cunt will always be ready for my dick."
The pain and pleasure had transported her to another world. She shut her eyes, preoccupied by her body's depraved needs. When I increased the pressure on her nipple she opened her eyes, looked at me, realizing she was supposed to have said something, but was far to addled to know what. "I don't know sir, I'm sorry."
I withdrew my finger from her sex; she needed it back; she struggled to recall what I'd said. Then there was a glimmer in her eyes; through the fog of desire and humiliation she remembered. "Yes, yes, whenever you want sir, fuck me. That's what my cunt is for, that's what I'm for."
"I own you, I own your cunt."
My fingers returned to her pussy. She moaned, "Yes, yes, I understand sir. Own me, own my cunt." I worked her clit; the fire in her belly burned brighter; she whimpered, a bitch dog in heat.
Another orgasm found her. It started small, little waves of pleasure rippling outward from her clit, but grew exponentially. She screamed, her voice echoed off the kitchen walls, her body convulsed, her pussy clamped tight on my fingers.
I allowed her no time to recover. I stepped back, grabbed her long curly hair, and headed for the dining room. Her jeans were still bunched around her ankles and she tripped and staggered behind me. Once there I scattered the figurines that decorated our antique mahogany dining room table to the floor.
"Lose the pants."
She removed her right leg from her jeans and kicked them away.
"Lay down."
She eased herself onto the table.
"Spread your legs." Awkwardly - her movements still restricted by the tank top - she complied.
I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, took my cock in my hand, stroked its length.
"Last night, you enjoyed the show, now you can't stop thinking about my fat dick, can you?"
Her eyes were riveted on my meat. She ran her tongue along her lips. When she began her affair with Dad she had thought his wealth and security would allow her to put her wild days behind her. When she realized she was wrong, she bull-shitted herself, justifying her dalliances with younger men as serving her marriage, letting her fulfil desires she could not suppress. But that had not been the end of her journey. Last night and this morning I'd shown her how truly depraved she was.
She was on her back, desperate to be taken. Last night I'd fucked Renee with a savagery and power that left Selena longing to take Renee's place. Selena wanted to be a fuck-toy. She wanted to be helpless so she told herself she was helpless. She wanted me in control; she didn't want choice.
I looked at her, admiring her beautiful naked body. True, it was the almost accidental beauty of youth, not finely and carefully crafted. Bits of baby fat clung to her frame. She had hooked her husband, her attention had drifted to other things. That would change. She was now responsible for a body I owned, she would be devoted to its upkeep.
I looked into her eyes. There was little resistance, little strength, there. Renee's plan was unfolding to perfection. My hot little step-mom was on her way to becoming a possession.
I placed the palm of her hand over her cunt and rotated it, teasing the soft labial lips. Her flesh quivered; she shivered. I scissored two fingers into her.
"I know Dad wants more children. I know before the marriage you said you did, but now you're saying no. Are you on birth control?
Her face flushed. She understood the importance of my question. I quickened the movement of my fingers inside her and pulled the skin above her clitoris taut, exposing the erect nub of flesh. Selena mewled and jerked her hips; a slave to her body's cravings. "No sir, I make your father wear a condom."
I buried another finger in her, stretching the walls of her twat. Her pussy lips swelled and fully opened, displaying the pink skin within. Selena bucked her hips, her moans louder, more passionate. Her body flushed and glowed, her eyes glazed with need. I drove another finger into her. The heel of my hand buffeted her clit.
Then I stopped.
She looked at me. She knew what I wanted to hear. She didn't hesitate, seizing the opportunity to debase herself.
"Please don't stop sir. I need it."
I gave her a look, the kind that says is that the best you've got.
"My whore body, my slut body, they need it. Please sir."
I smiled, a cruel smile. "You'd like to cum, wouldn't you?"
"Yes sir."
I withdrew my fingers from her pussy.
She stared, lowered her head, and in a barely audible voice said, "Please Sir."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Please sir, please make me come, let me come."
"No, not yet."
She started slowly, but soon the words poured from her, the act of humiliating herself stoking the fire in her belly.
"Please, please sir, make me come. Make me come, let me come. I need it. I'm such a whore, your whore. I'm your slut. Just please, please, please let me come."
I grinned, gloated, and pushed three fingers into her snatch. I squeezed her swollen clitoris between index finger and thumb.
Selena kept talking. She was unable to stop; the acknowledgment of her own depravity had become aphrodisiacal. "Oh shit sir, love it! I love it! I need it! I need it so bad. Do it, do it, please do it to step-mommy. I'm such a slut. I'm such a whore. I'm going to come all over your beautiful step-mommy-fucking-fingers!"
She bucked and squirmed, relishing the sexual assault. Her body began convulsing; she was out of control, wildly humping my hand. She screamed, there was one final body wrenching spasm, and she twisted and flopped on the table, consumed by another orgasm.
At first the idea of seducing Selena had seemed crazy, but the more Renee and I discussed it, the more we brain-stormed, the more I liked it. Now Selena was laying before me, her body flush, drops of sweat rolling off her, her fine tits heaving as she sucked in air. I took my cock in my hand. Selena stared at it, her eyes smoldered, glazed with need. I squeezed it, pulled on it, stretched it, worked my fist up and down its length. Selena squirmed and made little gasping sounds.
I tore the shirt off her body, freeing her arms.
"Please, please, fuck me sir."
I pushed her thighs apart and stepped forward. When the tip of my cock touched her pussy lips, she jumped. The million thoughts racing through her head - guilt, doubt, remorse, fear - crumbled before need, hunger, lust. I was peeling her down to her core.
I entered her in a single forceful motion. She came instantly, yelping like a dog. I did not stop; I pounded her pussy in deep long strokes. She gripped the side of the table and came again. Her head rolled from side to side, her hair whipped back and forth; she gasped for breath as my thick meat penetrated her, pressing its assault.
I slid my cock from her pussy.
"Who do you belong to cunt."
"You sir."
I slammed back into her. Her body bounced. She was dripping wet; juice ran down her leg. She yowled in a noise animal, but unmistakably feminine, and pushed her hips into mine.
I fucked her hard. She writhed and twisted. I had absolute control of her body, reinforcing her feeling of helplessness. I fucked her harder. She twitched and moaned, her body shook, she sobbed, "Oh god yes, please, please, please, please fuck me, fuck me sir."
"You're a sex slave. You live for cock."
Her cunt clenched around my dick; the tingle grew in her belly. Her nipples were taut, juice leaked around the sides of my cock, pooling on the dark wood. She sighed and moaned and rocked her hips; she spread her legs, further opening herself to me. She wailed incoherently.
"You're a sex slave. You live for cock. You crave cum."
She whimpered wordlessly as I punched my cock into her belly. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
"What are you?"
Stuttering, stammering, she said, "Sex slave, live for cock, crave cum."
I twisted a nipple. She writhed; her body and soul, if not her conscious mind, savoring my assertion of control. She started shaking, chanting, "Slave, cock, cum, slave, cock, cum, slave, cock, cum, SLAVE, COCK, CUM, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SIR I'M FUCKKINNGGG CUMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGGGG." Her pussy muscles clamped down, her fuck tunnel tightened, and I unloaded inside her, flooding her unprotected womb with my seed. She was consumed by a series of jagged explosions, orgasms driven by pleasure and pain, longing and shame, humiliation and surrender. I pulled out of her, watched her quiver and shake, watched her squirt cunt juice. Then it was over. She was limp.
My dick was still thick with blood. Bobby had said Selena and Sarah were reluctant and cursory cock suckers. That would change.
"Time to get it ready slut. Time to suck my dick."
I pushed two fingers into her mouth, prying it open.
"Wider little slut."
She looked at me. There was fear her eyes. I withdrew my hand and she said, in barely a whisper, "Sir, I don't like to use my mouth." She sniffled, "I don't like it."
"It's time you learned."
I directed her to the floor. She knelt. I placed her hand on my cock. She squeezed.
"Sir, it's huge."
I said nothing. She understood. She had stated her objection, but it didn't matter; she still had to do it. She touched the tip of my penis with her index finger. She pulled it away and drew out a string of precum. She brought her thumb to her index finger, then separated them, the precum suspended between them. She stared at the thick liquid, then licked it off, acclimating herself to the taste. Cautiously, she looked up, opened her mouth, closed her eyes, moved forward. My cock bumped against her lips and continued inside, the cock-head pressing against the back of her mouth. She coughed, choked, and instinctively tried to pull back. She could not; I had a firm grip on her head.
She took a second, tried to relax, breathed through her nose. A thin ribbon of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. My dark musky scent and earthy taste, along with the feeling of having her mouth stuffed, overpowered her other senses. Another wave of helplessness washed over her.
"Good girl, that's right. Take it."
I put pressure on the back of her head, driving her forward. She gagged. I loosened my grip, she drew back a bit. I commenced sawing my cock in and out of her face, battering her mouth.
"That's a good little whore. See how easy it is. This is what your mouth is for, to please cock."
Selena's eyes teared up; she whimpered around the rod jammed into her face. I slowed the pace, prolonging the experience. As I did so Selena learned to relax her jaw. Her gagging and choking petered out. She looked up at me, lust evident in her eyes, being compelled to do what was repugnant adding fuel to the fire between her legs.
"You're doing so much better little whore. You have a talented mouth. I'm going to love using it."
For the first time she voluntarily forced her face over my prick, moving forward, clamping her lips around my cock meat. She ran her fingers up the skin of my inner thigh to the base of my cock, grabbing it, twisting her hand around it. She moaned around my tool, making wet slurping noises. "Mmmph grrph hrrph ymphs ddmmph."
There was no longer a need for force; I released her head. "That's a good little slut. Move your head. Use your tongue. Apply suction."
She hesitated for a moment, in partial-shock, flummoxed by how quickly her resistance had collapsed, stunned by how easily she'd given in. She knew that complying with my instructions she's acknowledge her capitulation, affirm that despite any objection she might make, she loved it, loved being forced and controlled.
So that's what she did. She moved her head up and down my dick, at first tentatively, soon with fervor. She pressed her tongue to the underside of my shaft, focusing on the head. She began sucking, her cheeks hollowing with each up-stroke. She looked at me, her eyes begging for approval.
Then I noticed she was squeezing her thighs together, working her cunt, trying to be subtle, trying to hide her arousal from me, hoping to retain a shred of dignity and autonomy. We couldn't have that. "Do you want to play with your cunt little slut."
She looked up, aware that I'd seen here. She nodded, asking permission. I smiled. Her hand dipped between her legs; she fingered herself.
"You love this, don't you little whore?"
The fire between her legs burned with an intense blue flame; she had two fingers in her cunt and a thumb on her clit. She was desperate to come, to demonstrate her abasement. She bobbed her head up and down my manhood. Wet slurping sucking sounds filled the air, her tongue a whirling dervish of activity. She drove her face forward, making an inarticulate little grunt each time my cock banged into the entrance of her throat.
"Look at me," I commanded. Selena did, locking her eyes on mine. I grabbed her head, immobilized it, and took over, humping into her, using her face as a fuck-toy, further depersonalizing her, reducing her to an object, something to jerk off into. Her hand moved faster on her cunt; she whipped her tongue around my dick, sucking with single-minded ferocity.
I called her, "Fuck-toy, cum-bucket, whore, slave, slut, cum-rag."
Enthraled by my words, frantically, ferociously, she drove four fingers in and out of her pussy. When her orgasm arrived she grunted around the cock stuffed in her face, her pussy twitched, wet warm wetness dripped down her thigh. I pulled her off my cock. Coughing and sputtering, she stared at the dick head. Her tongue went out, licking the air, wanting me back in her mouth. She pushed forward. I held her in place.
"And you said you didn't like to suck cock. See how easy you are to break, to train."
"Sir you didn't come. What did I do wrong?"
"This cum is reserved for another place."
I placed a hand under her arm, stood her up, leaned her face first over the table, and guided my throbbing cock to the gates of her asshole. She gasped in sudden fear. When the head of my cock reached the brown puckered opening she jerked forward, but she was trapped, she wasn't going anywhere. The tip pushed past her quivering sphincter. She moaned, bit her lower lip, grimaced in pain. Then she looked over her shoulder and apologized.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm a virgin back there."
I eased the cockhead in. She winced. I continued, entering her slowly, filling the dark tunnel with small forceful shoves. I wanted her to feel, to remember, every sensation as her body yielded to the unnatural intrusion. I kept going, each push a bit more vigorous than the one before. The fear that had initially crossed Selena's face dissolved. She appreciated my gentle careful entry, she knew she was right to give herself to me.
And then the log that hung from my waist was buried in my step-mom's ass. I paused, looked down on her. She was panting. She was my cock-whore who'd surrendered herself to me as often as I wanted, whenever I wanted.
I stroked my dick in and out of the forbidden hole, establishing a steady rhythm. As her asshole stretched and accommodated itself to me, I picked up the pace. I looked at the mirror. Selena followed my eyes, watching us. Did she recognize the woman there? The one whose eyes burned with twisted desire? The crazy slut who was being taken by her step-son? She started shoving back into me. I pounded her mercilessly; she snorted and writhed on the table. My body tensed and my thrusts became jerky and uneven. Selena took her breasts into her hands, squeezed them hard, twisted her nipples, craving the pain and humiliation.
Selena's orgasm came in a series of waves. The first ripple flowed through and over her. Her cunt and asshole merged, enflaming nerve endings she didn't know existed. The next wave was bigger, promising more. She started grunting, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," and when the next wave came her voice descended to the bestial, "Unnnh! Unnnnhh! Unnnnnhhh! Unnnnnnhhhh!"
When the next arrived, she whooped, "Oh my god, that's it, Here it is, oh god yes, Oh Yes, Oh fucking YES!"
Then another wave, leveling her, letting her know the tsunami was near. Her voice pitched high, straining, she begged, "NOW, NOW, NOW! Come on, stud. Blow it in my asshole! Let me have it, you magnificent bastard, let me have it! Let your whore have it! Take what's yours sit. Train me, break me, make me your slave!"
I pinched her clit between two fingers and she went off. Her asshole spasmed, clenched down on my cock, and I sprayed a load of cum into her, but kept going, ravaging her at a frenzied, insane pace, pumping my cock in and out her backdoor, caring nothing for her comfort. Her screams, merging pain and joy, were so loud she buried her mouth in her forearm, afraid, even in this neighborhood of multi-acre lots that someone might hear her. Her body shook; she flailed on my dick like a child's toy. I yanked my cock from her asshole, flipped her over, and sprayed a second load of cum over her stomach and chest. Selena dipped a shaky fingertip into the cream on her tits and smeared it into her flesh, whimpering, "Yeessss, oh yessss, Yessss, oh Yessss." As she fingered my cum I trapped her clit against her body and dragged her exhausted body through a string of secondary orgasms that teetered between pleasure and pain. Finally her limbs went limp, her breathing slowed, she curled up on the table, closed her eyes, passed out.
By the time she awoke I was sitting on the couch. I had showered; I was fully dressed. She looked at me, a happy smile on her face, reflecting joyful acceptance of her new status. Still, I thought, why not make sure?
"Taste yourself."
She reached for her asshole, pushed a finger past the battered rim, winced in pain, drew it out, sucked on it. She dipped a finger into her pussy and licked it clean. She gathered some of the cum drying on her tits and brought it to her mouth.
"Play with yourself little whore."
Two fingers entered her swollen pussy, gathered juice, moved it to her clit. When she'd fully coated the nub she started working it with her thumb while her fingers returned to her pussy, stroking the engorged sore pink lips. It hurt; it felt good. I watched, barely interested, as if evaluating second-rate horse flesh. My indifferent attitude humiliated and aroused her, those parts of her mind had fused together. Redness touched her cheeks; her pussy twitched and swelled.
"How does it feel whore? You're a filthy, cock-hungry little tramp. You ruined my parents' marriage, but my dad's cock was not enough. You thought you liked being fucked my frat boys, but I've shown you the truth. Its my cock you love having shoved in your hot little body and you don't care which hole I chose. Your cunt's on fire; your nipples are hard. Thinking about me and what I make you do drives you crazy. You're addicted to my dick. You love being fucked like a two-dollar whore."
My words vibrated through her, consumed her consciousness. She squeezed her legs together, trying to draw every ounce of pleasure from her hand.
"Uuuunnnhhhhhh."
"Look at you. Look how horny you are. You want it bad, don't you little whore? You're a desperate, sex-crazed slut who'll do anything she's told. You'll fuck your step-son, you'll fuck anyone I tell you to. I could sell your body on the street.."
Her pussy clenched tight. "Uuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhh."
"You're a filthy little cock-sucking, ass-fucking, step-son fucking slut. You watched me fuck Renee. Well, Renee's not only a far better fuck than you'll ever be; she's a friend, lover, partner; you're a cunt, cum-rag, chattel, property. You're my personal slut."
She pushed a third, then fourth, finger into her aching snatch.
"Uuuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhhh, Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"After you watched Renee and I you shoved a big dildo in your dripping cunt. You came real hard wishing it was my dick, longing to be my personal slut. My father's not enough. Your little frat boys ain't enough. You'd rather spread your legs for me and play with your pussy then be with any of them. The thought of it makes you so fucking hot."
Waves of pleasure rolled over her. She opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling, licked her lips, worked her sex. A pool of juice formed on the table. She squirmed and writhed. She ground herself into her hand, bucking her hips up and down. Her breathing was fast and ragged.
"Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Play with your clit slut."
She pressed her fingers to the throbbing nub, whimpered in shame, whimpered in need. I watched the tension build within her.
"Look at me slut."
She did; her eyes glowed with perverted need. Her pussy spasmed, bright electric flashes of arousal crackled through her. She trapped her clit under her thumb and drove it into her body.
"Pinch your nipples."
She took hold of a breast and squeezed the nipple hard; the pain morphed into pleasure. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Electricity, powerful and intense, flowed through her. She howled.
"Twist it, hurt yourself slut."
She yanked the nipple in a hard motion.
"Come."
Then, with my permission, the orgasm hit her. Her world split wide open; Everything went grey and pleasure, beautiful agonizing delicious painful pleasure, exploded through her body. She screamed, a scream full of ecstasy and raw carnal need. The pleasure rolled through her, radiating from her dripping sex to every corner of her body. She shuddered and twisted on the table as if a human sacrifice in a fertility ritual of a forgotten mystery religion.
Her fingers slowed, then stopped. I watched as the aftershocks reverberated through her. Juice dripped from pussy.
I got-up, went to the kitchen, got myself an apple and a glass of water, returned. She was curled up on the table.
"Stand up, face me whore."
Using her hands to steady herself, she struggled to her feet. I pinched her nipples. Her tits swelled; the nipples hardened. Her eyes shone. Despite her exhaustion, she was ready to go again, her conversion into a sex-toy well on its way.
"Let me explain the rules. First and most obviously, you are property. You belong to me. You'll do anything I desire. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. Her stomach growled; her pussy throbbed in excitement.
"I will loan you out. When I do, you will obey the others as you obey me. Is that clear?"
For a moment her eyes looked up, imagining the friends I might give her to. Would I let her play with Renee? A shudder of desire ran though her.
She started to answer, but then paused, looking down. She was rolling something around in her head, testing it. Did it express her feelings? Did it express the new her, the one I'd shown her? She looked back up, determination clear on her face.
"Yes master."
I was a bit surprised. I had not anticipated a total collapse so quickly. I thought it would take a bit longer. Renee was a helluva teacher. I went on, not missing a beat.
"No more visits with frat boys."
"Yes master."
"As to my father, how often do you two go at it?'
"Once a week, sometimes twice master."
"Well let's make sure he's happy. You're about to become a bit of a nympho. Let's try it five times a week."
Although the thought of servicing my father was unpleasant, she did not hesitate.
"Yes master."
I turned her around.
"I know all about you and Sarah, I know about how you cruise college bars, pick up kids, fuck them."
Her eyes opened.
I planted two fingers in her pussy. I twisted a nipple.
"That's going to stop."
Twist.
"Oooohhh."
"From now on you're my slut. Say it!"
Twist.
"Unnhhhm, I'm your slut sir."
"My cunt."
Twist.
"Uuuunnnhhhhhhh, your cunt sir."
"Slut-whore."
Twist.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhhh, your slut-whore, your piece of ass, sir."
She started humping my fingers. I pressed her clit to her body.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Your cunt will always be ready for my dick."
The pain and pleasure had transported her to another world. She shut her eyes, preoccupied by her body's depraved needs. When I increased the pressure on her nipple she opened her eyes, looked at me, realizing she was supposed to have said something, but was far to addled to know what. "I don't know sir, I'm sorry."
I withdrew my finger from her sex; she needed it back; she struggled to recall what I'd said. Then there was a glimmer in her eyes; through the fog of desire and humiliation she remembered. "Yes, yes, whenever you want sir, fuck me. That's what my cunt is for, that's what I'm for."
"I own you, I own your cunt."
My fingers returned to her pussy. She moaned, "Yes, yes, I understand sir. Own me, own my cunt." I worked her clit; the fire in her belly burned brighter; she whimpered, a bitch dog in heat.
Another orgasm found her. It started small, little waves of pleasure rippling outward from her clit, but grew exponentially. She screamed, her voice echoed off the kitchen walls, her body convulsed, her pussy clamped tight on my fingers.
I allowed her no time to recover. I stepped back, grabbed her long curly hair, and headed for the dining room. Her jeans were still bunched around her ankles and she tripped and staggered behind me. Once there I scattered the figurines that decorated our antique mahogany dining room table to the floor.
"Lose the pants."
She removed her right leg from her jeans and kicked them away.
"Lay down."
She eased herself onto the table.
"Spread your legs." Awkwardly - her movements still restricted by the tank top - she complied.
I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, took my cock in my hand, stroked its length.
"Last night, you enjoyed the show, now you can't stop thinking about my fat dick, can you?"
Her eyes were riveted on my meat. She ran her tongue along her lips. When she began her affair with Dad she had thought his wealth and security would allow her to put her wild days behind her. When she realized she was wrong, she bull-shitted herself, justifying her dalliances with younger men as serving her marriage, letting her fulfil desires she could not suppress. But that had not been the end of her journey. Last night and this morning I'd shown her how truly depraved she was.
She was on her back, desperate to be taken. Last night I'd fucked Renee with a savagery and power that left Selena longing to take Renee's place. Selena wanted to be a fuck-toy. She wanted to be helpless so she told herself she was helpless. She wanted me in control; she didn't want choice.
I looked at her, admiring her beautiful naked body. True, it was the almost accidental beauty of youth, not finely and carefully crafted. Bits of baby fat clung to her frame. She had hooked her husband, her attention had drifted to other things. That would change. She was now responsible for a body I owned, she would be devoted to its upkeep.
I looked into her eyes. There was little resistance, little strength, there. Renee's plan was unfolding to perfection. My hot little step-mom was on her way to becoming a possession.
I placed the palm of her hand over her cunt and rotated it, teasing the soft labial lips. Her flesh quivered; she shivered. I scissored two fingers into her.
"I know Dad wants more children. I know before the marriage you said you did, but now you're saying no. Are you on birth control?
Her face flushed. She understood the importance of my question. I quickened the movement of my fingers inside her and pulled the skin above her clitoris taut, exposing the erect nub of flesh. Selena mewled and jerked her hips; a slave to her body's cravings. "No sir, I make your father wear a condom."
I buried another finger in her, stretching the walls of her twat. Her pussy lips swelled and fully opened, displaying the pink skin within. Selena bucked her hips, her moans louder, more passionate. Her body flushed and glowed, her eyes glazed with need. I drove another finger into her. The heel of my hand buffeted her clit.
Then I stopped.
She looked at me. She knew what I wanted to hear. She didn't hesitate, seizing the opportunity to debase herself.
"Please don't stop sir. I need it."
I gave her a look, the kind that says is that the best you've got.
"My whore body, my slut body, they need it. Please sir."
I smiled, a cruel smile. "You'd like to cum, wouldn't you?"
"Yes sir."
I withdrew my fingers from her pussy.
She stared, lowered her head, and in a barely audible voice said, "Please Sir."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Please sir, please make me come, let me come."
"No, not yet."
She started slowly, but soon the words poured from her, the act of humiliating herself stoking the fire in her belly.
"Please, please sir, make me come. Make me come, let me come. I need it. I'm such a whore, your whore. I'm your slut. Just please, please, please let me come."
I grinned, gloated, and pushed three fingers into her snatch. I squeezed her swollen clitoris between index finger and thumb.
Selena kept talking. She was unable to stop; the acknowledgment of her own depravity had become aphrodisiacal. "Oh shit sir, love it! I love it! I need it! I need it so bad. Do it, do it, please do it to step-mommy. I'm such a slut. I'm such a whore. I'm going to come all over your beautiful step-mommy-fucking-fingers!"
She bucked and squirmed, relishing the sexual assault. Her body began convulsing; she was out of control, wildly humping my hand. She screamed, there was one final body wrenching spasm, and she twisted and flopped on the table, consumed by another orgasm.
At first the idea of seducing Selena had seemed crazy, but the more Renee and I discussed it, the more we brain-stormed, the more I liked it. Now Selena was laying before me, her body flush, drops of sweat rolling off her, her fine tits heaving as she sucked in air. I took my cock in my hand. Selena stared at it, her eyes smoldered, glazed with need. I squeezed it, pulled on it, stretched it, worked my fist up and down its length. Selena squirmed and made little gasping sounds.
I tore the shirt off her body, freeing her arms.
"Please, please, fuck me sir."
I pushed her thighs apart and stepped forward. When the tip of my cock touched her pussy lips, she jumped. The million thoughts racing through her head - guilt, doubt, remorse, fear - crumbled before need, hunger, lust. I was peeling her down to her core.
I entered her in a single forceful motion. She came instantly, yelping like a dog. I did not stop; I pounded her pussy in deep long strokes. She gripped the side of the table and came again. Her head rolled from side to side, her hair whipped back and forth; she gasped for breath as my thick meat penetrated her, pressing its assault.
I slid my cock from her pussy.
"Who do you belong to cunt."
"You sir."
I slammed back into her. Her body bounced. She was dripping wet; juice ran down her leg. She yowled in a noise animal, but unmistakably feminine, and pushed her hips into mine.
I fucked her hard. She writhed and twisted. I had absolute control of her body, reinforcing her feeling of helplessness. I fucked her harder. She twitched and moaned, her body shook, she sobbed, "Oh god yes, please, please, please, please fuck me, fuck me sir."
"You're a sex slave. You live for cock."
Her cunt clenched around my dick; the tingle grew in her belly. Her nipples were taut, juice leaked around the sides of my cock, pooling on the dark wood. She sighed and moaned and rocked her hips; she spread her legs, further opening herself to me. She wailed incoherently.
"You're a sex slave. You live for cock. You crave cum."
She whimpered wordlessly as I punched my cock into her belly. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
"What are you?"
Stuttering, stammering, she said, "Sex slave, live for cock, crave cum."
I twisted a nipple. She writhed; her body and soul, if not her conscious mind, savoring my assertion of control. She started shaking, chanting, "Slave, cock, cum, slave, cock, cum, slave, cock, cum, SLAVE, COCK, CUM, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SIR I'M FUCKKINNGGG CUMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGGGG." Her pussy muscles clamped down, her fuck tunnel tightened, and I unloaded inside her, flooding her unprotected womb with my seed. She was consumed by a series of jagged explosions, orgasms driven by pleasure and pain, longing and shame, humiliation and surrender. I pulled out of her, watched her quiver and shake, watched her squirt cunt juice. Then it was over. She was limp.
My dick was still thick with blood. Bobby had said Selena and Sarah were reluctant and cursory cock suckers. That would change.
"Time to get it ready slut. Time to suck my dick."
I pushed two fingers into her mouth, prying it open.
"Wider little slut."
She looked at me. There was fear her eyes. I withdrew my hand and she said, in barely a whisper, "Sir, I don't like to use my mouth." She sniffled, "I don't like it."
"It's time you learned."
I directed her to the floor. She knelt. I placed her hand on my cock. She squeezed.
"Sir, it's huge."
I said nothing. She understood. She had stated her objection, but it didn't matter; she still had to do it. She touched the tip of my penis with her index finger. She pulled it away and drew out a string of precum. She brought her thumb to her index finger, then separated them, the precum suspended between them. She stared at the thick liquid, then licked it off, acclimating herself to the taste. Cautiously, she looked up, opened her mouth, closed her eyes, moved forward. My cock bumped against her lips and continued inside, the cock-head pressing against the back of her mouth. She coughed, choked, and instinctively tried to pull back. She could not; I had a firm grip on her head.
She took a second, tried to relax, breathed through her nose. A thin ribbon of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. My dark musky scent and earthy taste, along with the feeling of having her mouth stuffed, overpowered her other senses. Another wave of helplessness washed over her.
"Good girl, that's right. Take it."
I put pressure on the back of her head, driving her forward. She gagged. I loosened my grip, she drew back a bit. I commenced sawing my cock in and out of her face, battering her mouth.
"That's a good little whore. See how easy it is. This is what your mouth is for, to please cock."
Selena's eyes teared up; she whimpered around the rod jammed into her face. I slowed the pace, prolonging the experience. As I did so Selena learned to relax her jaw. Her gagging and choking petered out. She looked up at me, lust evident in her eyes, being compelled to do what was repugnant adding fuel to the fire between her legs.
"You're doing so much better little whore. You have a talented mouth. I'm going to love using it."
For the first time she voluntarily forced her face over my prick, moving forward, clamping her lips around my cock meat. She ran her fingers up the skin of my inner thigh to the base of my cock, grabbing it, twisting her hand around it. She moaned around my tool, making wet slurping noises. "Mmmph grrph hrrph ymphs ddmmph."
There was no longer a need for force; I released her head. "That's a good little slut. Move your head. Use your tongue. Apply suction."
She hesitated for a moment, in partial-shock, flummoxed by how quickly her resistance had collapsed, stunned by how easily she'd given in. She knew that complying with my instructions she's acknowledge her capitulation, affirm that despite any objection she might make, she loved it, loved being forced and controlled.
So that's what she did. She moved her head up and down my dick, at first tentatively, soon with fervor. She pressed her tongue to the underside of my shaft, focusing on the head. She began sucking, her cheeks hollowing with each up-stroke. She looked at me, her eyes begging for approval.
Then I noticed she was squeezing her thighs together, working her cunt, trying to be subtle, trying to hide her arousal from me, hoping to retain a shred of dignity and autonomy. We couldn't have that. "Do you want to play with your cunt little slut."
She looked up, aware that I'd seen here. She nodded, asking permission. I smiled. Her hand dipped between her legs; she fingered herself.
"You love this, don't you little whore?"
The fire between her legs burned with an intense blue flame; she had two fingers in her cunt and a thumb on her clit. She was desperate to come, to demonstrate her abasement. She bobbed her head up and down my manhood. Wet slurping sucking sounds filled the air, her tongue a whirling dervish of activity. She drove her face forward, making an inarticulate little grunt each time my cock banged into the entrance of her throat.
"Look at me," I commanded. Selena did, locking her eyes on mine. I grabbed her head, immobilized it, and took over, humping into her, using her face as a fuck-toy, further depersonalizing her, reducing her to an object, something to jerk off into. Her hand moved faster on her cunt; she whipped her tongue around my dick, sucking with single-minded ferocity.
I called her, "Fuck-toy, cum-bucket, whore, slave, slut, cum-rag."
Enthraled by my words, frantically, ferociously, she drove four fingers in and out of her pussy. When her orgasm arrived she grunted around the cock stuffed in her face, her pussy twitched, wet warm wetness dripped down her thigh. I pulled her off my cock. Coughing and sputtering, she stared at the dick head. Her tongue went out, licking the air, wanting me back in her mouth. She pushed forward. I held her in place.
"And you said you didn't like to suck cock. See how easy you are to break, to train."
"Sir you didn't come. What did I do wrong?"
"This cum is reserved for another place."
I placed a hand under her arm, stood her up, leaned her face first over the table, and guided my throbbing cock to the gates of her asshole. She gasped in sudden fear. When the head of my cock reached the brown puckered opening she jerked forward, but she was trapped, she wasn't going anywhere. The tip pushed past her quivering sphincter. She moaned, bit her lower lip, grimaced in pain. Then she looked over her shoulder and apologized.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm a virgin back there."
I eased the cockhead in. She winced. I continued, entering her slowly, filling the dark tunnel with small forceful shoves. I wanted her to feel, to remember, every sensation as her body yielded to the unnatural intrusion. I kept going, each push a bit more vigorous than the one before. The fear that had initially crossed Selena's face dissolved. She appreciated my gentle careful entry, she knew she was right to give herself to me.
And then the log that hung from my waist was buried in my step-mom's ass. I paused, looked down on her. She was panting. She was my cock-whore who'd surrendered herself to me as often as I wanted, whenever I wanted.
I stroked my dick in and out of the forbidden hole, establishing a steady rhythm. As her asshole stretched and accommodated itself to me, I picked up the pace. I looked at the mirror. Selena followed my eyes, watching us. Did she recognize the woman there? The one whose eyes burned with twisted desire? The crazy slut who was being taken by her step-son? She started shoving back into me. I pounded her mercilessly; she snorted and writhed on the table. My body tensed and my thrusts became jerky and uneven. Selena took her breasts into her hands, squeezed them hard, twisted her nipples, craving the pain and humiliation.
Selena's orgasm came in a series of waves. The first ripple flowed through and over her. Her cunt and asshole merged, enflaming nerve endings she didn't know existed. The next wave was bigger, promising more. She started grunting, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," and when the next wave came her voice descended to the bestial, "Unnnh! Unnnnhh! Unnnnnhhh! Unnnnnnhhhh!"
When the next arrived, she whooped, "Oh my god, that's it, Here it is, oh god yes, Oh Yes, Oh fucking YES!"
Then another wave, leveling her, letting her know the tsunami was near. Her voice pitched high, straining, she begged, "NOW, NOW, NOW! Come on, stud. Blow it in my asshole! Let me have it, you magnificent bastard, let me have it! Let your whore have it! Take what's yours sit. Train me, break me, make me your slave!"
I pinched her clit between two fingers and she went off. Her asshole spasmed, clenched down on my cock, and I sprayed a load of cum into her, but kept going, ravaging her at a frenzied, insane pace, pumping my cock in and out her backdoor, caring nothing for her comfort. Her screams, merging pain and joy, were so loud she buried her mouth in her forearm, afraid, even in this neighborhood of multi-acre lots that someone might hear her. Her body shook; she flailed on my dick like a child's toy. I yanked my cock from her asshole, flipped her over, and sprayed a second load of cum over her stomach and chest. Selena dipped a shaky fingertip into the cream on her tits and smeared it into her flesh, whimpering, "Yeessss, oh yessss, Yessss, oh Yessss." As she fingered my cum I trapped her clit against her body and dragged her exhausted body through a string of secondary orgasms that teetered between pleasure and pain. Finally her limbs went limp, her breathing slowed, she curled up on the table, closed her eyes, passed out.
By the time she awoke I was sitting on the couch. I had showered; I was fully dressed. She looked at me, a happy smile on her face, reflecting joyful acceptance of her new status. Still, I thought, why not make sure?
"Taste yourself."
She reached for her asshole, pushed a finger past the battered rim, winced in pain, drew it out, sucked on it. She dipped a finger into her pussy and licked it clean. She gathered some of the cum drying on her tits and brought it to her mouth.
"Play with yourself little whore."
Two fingers entered her swollen pussy, gathered juice, moved it to her clit. When she'd fully coated the nub she started working it with her thumb while her fingers returned to her pussy, stroking the engorged sore pink lips. It hurt; it felt good. I watched, barely interested, as if evaluating second-rate horse flesh. My indifferent attitude humiliated and aroused her, those parts of her mind had fused together. Redness touched her cheeks; her pussy twitched and swelled.
"How does it feel whore? You're a filthy, cock-hungry little tramp. You ruined my parents' marriage, but my dad's cock was not enough. You thought you liked being fucked my frat boys, but I've shown you the truth. Its my cock you love having shoved in your hot little body and you don't care which hole I chose. Your cunt's on fire; your nipples are hard. Thinking about me and what I make you do drives you crazy. You're addicted to my dick. You love being fucked like a two-dollar whore."
My words vibrated through her, consumed her consciousness. She squeezed her legs together, trying to draw every ounce of pleasure from her hand.
"Uuuunnnhhhhhh."
"Look at you. Look how horny you are. You want it bad, don't you little whore? You're a desperate, sex-crazed slut who'll do anything she's told. You'll fuck your step-son, you'll fuck anyone I tell you to. I could sell your body on the street.."
Her pussy clenched tight. "Uuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhh."
"You're a filthy little cock-sucking, ass-fucking, step-son fucking slut. You watched me fuck Renee. Well, Renee's not only a far better fuck than you'll ever be; she's a friend, lover, partner; you're a cunt, cum-rag, chattel, property. You're my personal slut."
She pushed a third, then fourth, finger into her aching snatch.
"Uuuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhhh, Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"After you watched Renee and I you shoved a big dildo in your dripping cunt. You came real hard wishing it was my dick, longing to be my personal slut. My father's not enough. Your little frat boys ain't enough. You'd rather spread your legs for me and play with your pussy then be with any of them. The thought of it makes you so fucking hot."
Waves of pleasure rolled over her. She opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling, licked her lips, worked her sex. A pool of juice formed on the table. She squirmed and writhed. She ground herself into her hand, bucking her hips up and down. Her breathing was fast and ragged.
"Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Play with your clit slut."
She pressed her fingers to the throbbing nub, whimpered in shame, whimpered in need. I watched the tension build within her.
"Look at me slut."
She did; her eyes glowed with perverted need. Her pussy spasmed, bright electric flashes of arousal crackled through her. She trapped her clit under her thumb and drove it into her body.
"Pinch your nipples."
She took hold of a breast and squeezed the nipple hard; the pain morphed into pleasure. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Electricity, powerful and intense, flowed through her. She howled.
"Twist it, hurt yourself slut."
She yanked the nipple in a hard motion.
"Come."
Then, with my permission, the orgasm hit her. Her world split wide open; Everything went grey and pleasure, beautiful agonizing delicious painful pleasure, exploded through her body. She screamed, a scream full of ecstasy and raw carnal need. The pleasure rolled through her, radiating from her dripping sex to every corner of her body. She shuddered and twisted on the table as if a human sacrifice in a fertility ritual of a forgotten mystery religion.
Her fingers slowed, then stopped. I watched as the aftershocks reverberated through her. Juice dripped from pussy.
I got-up, went to the kitchen, got myself an apple and a glass of water, returned. She was curled up on the table.
"Stand up, face me whore."
Using her hands to steady herself, she struggled to her feet. I pinched her nipples. Her tits swelled; the nipples hardened. Her eyes shone. Despite her exhaustion, she was ready to go again, her conversion into a sex-toy well on its way.
"Let me explain the rules. First and most obviously, you are property. You belong to me. You'll do anything I desire. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. Her stomach growled; her pussy throbbed in excitement.
"I will loan you out. When I do, you will obey the others as you obey me. Is that clear?"
For a moment her eyes looked up, imagining the friends I might give her to. Would I let her play with Renee? A shudder of desire ran though her.
She started to answer, but then paused, looking down. She was rolling something around in her head, testing it. Did it express her feelings? Did it express the new her, the one I'd shown her? She looked back up, determination clear on her face.
"Yes master."
I was a bit surprised. I had not anticipated a total collapse so quickly. I thought it would take a bit longer. Renee was a helluva teacher. I went on, not missing a beat.
"No more visits with frat boys."
"Yes master."
"As to my father, how often do you two go at it?'
"Once a week, sometimes twice master."
"Well let's make sure he's happy. You're about to become a bit of a nympho. Let's try it five times a week."
Although the thought of servicing my father was unpleasant, she did not hesitate.
"Yes master."
* * * *
That night, Selena and Dad took Renee and I to one of the city's best restaurants. Although there is no way to be sure, I suspect the child Selena had nine months later were already growing in her womb.
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