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Warning! This is a sexual story that contains themes, acts and words that may
be offensive to immature people. This story is copyrighted by me, Arthur
Thomas. Do not repost, steal or put on your website without my permission.
Contact me at ArthurGThomas@aol.com
The $50,000 Sister Threesome
by Arthur G Thomas
There's a stench in some strip malls that's as sweet as roses to me. As a
millionaire, I can look at a place and gauge the desperation a store is going
through. To other people, it's a time of sadness or pity when they see a small
store going out of business, but not to me. When I see clearance sales, the
red banners and the look of gloom on the employees' faces, I smell opportunity.
The place was called "Handy Women", and against all marketing logic, it was a
hardware store aimed at women. I've never done a hard day's labor in my life,
(except murdering my parents) but even I knew that there wasn't a big demand
for pink hammers. I laughed openly as I walked the empty aisles. This small
little store was a monument of how stupid the owners were, the marked down
prices a funeral dirge for the inevitable death of this failed place of
business.
I spotted the owner easily. She was standing behind the counter, frowning as
she tried to balance an accounting book. My smile increased as I appreciated
how sexy she was. In her early thirties, she had long brown hair that was
extremely curly, reminding me of the eighties in which she had grown up. Her
face was angular with high cheekbones. Blue eyes were focused on the book
intently, smoldering with a slow anger at how much of a failure the business
was. A plaid shirt and blue jeans covered her body but it couldn't hide how
busty she was. As I approached her, I placed her chest at an easy 40D. That
was the last detail I needed. I decided to help her out.
"It's a shame you're going out of business," I lied. "It looked like such a
novel idea."
"Wasn't novel enough, I guess," she answered. Her helpful nametag designated
her as Belinda, co-manager. That was okay. If she was married, it still
wouldn't manner.
"I'll get right to the point, my name is Arthur Thomas," I said, passing her
my business card. She read the card, and her blue eyes widened as she read
what company I owned.
"You own the whole company?" Belinda stammered.
"That's correct," I said, pausing to let my wealth wash over her. "I know how
hard it is to watch your business suffer, and I think it's a shame when an
owner has to go into debt for trying to live the American Dream. That's why I
keep an eye out for entrepreneurs like you. I'm willing to pay off your debts,
and give you a little extra to get back on your feet. How much do you owe?
"Oh my God! Seriously?" she asked. I pointed to my limousine parked outside,
and she practically squealed. Women are funny about limousines. It's better
than wearing my bank statement for picking up women.
"Well, right now I owe the bank 22,000 dollars," Belinda explained.
"Say no more. I'll give you thirty thousand to cover your losses," I
explained. I then took my wallet out from inside my jacket pocket and counted
out the money right there on her counter. I only carry thousand dollar bills,
so it took a little while. The entire time, Belinda kept grinning and jumping
up and down. I felt like I was a host on a gameshow.
"What are you screaming about, Belinda?" I heard a voice yell from the back.
In walked a younger version of Belinda, by about five years. Like Belinda,
this new girl had the same lousy plaid shirt but she also had those magnificent
large tits. In every way she was younger. Her hair was shorter and
straighter, a look more appropriate for this decade. Her face was also free of
the crow's feet and laugh lines around her full lips.
"Michelle! Mr. Thomas here is paying off our bank loan!" Belinda exclaimed.
"Mr. Thomas, this is my sister, Michelle. She's part owner."
Sisters? This changes everything!
"I see, well, I'll increase my payment to fifty thousand then," I said,
counting the rest of the money out on the counter.
Michelle's eyes got just as wide as her sister's did. "Fifty thousand
dollars? Do you want to buy us out?"
I suppressed a laugh. "No, you're free to keep everything. You can keep the
tools or sell them eventually, I don't care. There's no paperwork involved
here."
"Mr. Thomas here likes to help out failed businesses," Belinda explained. "He
said this way we could get a second start. Think about it Michelle! Now we
don't have to spend our next twenty years in debt!"
"Yes!" Michelle squealed, hurting my ears. The sisters definitely shared the
same vocal chords. "I can't believe he's just giving us this money!"
"Oh, I ain't giving it away," I said as I finished counting the money. It was
ten stacks of five bills each. It looked quite impressive on her empty
counter. "I'm willing to pay you this money in exchange for sex."
Both of their mouths dropped, but they didn't say anything. They were lousy
businessmen but smart women. They were going to hear me out before calling me
a bastard.
"Technically, I only want sex with one of you," I explained. "I want to tie
up the other one and make her watch me as I fuck her sister. I think you'll
find fifty thousand dollars to be a fair price for what I am asking."
Belinda was the first to recover. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"I'm Arthur Thomas, and I have the power to save this sinkhole of debt," I
answered.
"Fuck you!" Belinda snarled. "We don't need your fucking money that bad!"
"Wait a minute Belinda," Michelle interrupted her. "It's fifty thousand
dollars! I could go back to college and you could start another business."
"You seemed to need it a few minutes ago when you thought I was just giving it
away," I said. "Now that I ask you to work for it, you have objections.
What's the matter? Free money is fine but earning it is against your
principles?"
"Come on, Belinda," Michelle pleaded. "This way we won't have to ask Mom and
Dad for anything. And he only wants one of us. Isn't it worth it just so that
we don't have to answer the bank's phone calls any more?"
I sat there quietly as Michelle pleaded. She was a good sales woman. By the
time she was done convincing her sister, I was almost convinced that I was
paying too much for such a little thing. It only took Michelle ten minutes to
convince her sister to prostitute themselves.
"Fine," Belinda said under clenched teeth. "Let's get it over with."
"Good, lock the door and put out the 'closed' sign," I ordered. "Let's go
into the back for you to complete your transaction." On my way to the back
room, I piled the money into a convient stack that I took with me. I also
picked up a few items from the shelves. I never realized how useful it was to
own a hardware store when you were a pervert.
The back was relatively clean, which goes to show how little business they had
done. I picked out a wooden chair that would be perfect our exchange. The two
sisters were whispering something, stealing glances at the money I had set on a
shelf.
"All right, decide now," I instructed. "Choose which one has to strip and be
tied up, and which one does anything I ask."
"We pick?" Belinda asked. When I nodded, Michelle grabbed her sister's ear
and started babbling. Whatever Michelle was begging for, Belinda refused out
right. I sat on the chair and started securing the rope. I couldn't hear
them, but I could tell both of them were getting angry. It amused me. Would
the two sisters be able to come to an agreement to get out of debt? Who was
willing to do what? Was it the older sister who was afraid to put out, or was
the younger one afraid to be tied up? I live for moments like these; watching
two women come to terms with what they were willing to do for wealth.
"Fine," Belinda snarled, apparently losing the argument. "I'll fuck you," she
said to me.
"Excellent, go ahead and strip Michelle, I'm almost done with the chair," I
ordered.
Michelle pulled off her shirt nervously, revealing those large breasts of hers
barely held by her white bra. I watched the way her breasts swayed while she
bent over to remove her jeans. Lord, they were huge! Matching white panties
covered her bush, but they couldn't cover the delicious curves of her ass.
Michelle stood up, and tried to cover her chest with her arms.
"All of it," I snapped. "Either you get completely nude right now, or the
deal's off."
"But it's cold!" Michelle whined.
"Take it off!" Belinda snapped. "If I have to fuck him, the least you can do
is hold your end of the deal!"
The beautiful younger sister debated it for a second. When I rose, she
snapped to a decision and took her bra off. Out popped her wonderful 40D's,
soft and lucious and waiting to be eaten. She stepped out of her panties to
reveal a perfectly bald pussy. Belinda's eyes bugged out as she observed her
sister's sex.
"Who did that?" she asked.
"I did," Michelle explained. "It feels sexier this way," she said shyly.
"Come on, you two can exchange grooming tips later," I interrupted. "Get in
the chair."
The chair was made of wood and lacked armrests but it had a high back with
several spokes that came in handy. I pushed Michelle down onto the cold chair,
pressing her there on the shoulders when she jumped. First I secured her
ankles with the rope, and then pulled them back so that they touched the back
legs of the chair. A roll of wallpaper worked great, wedged between her back
and the back of the chair so that her pelvis was pushed forward and her
shoulders were resting on the backboard of the chair. At this odd angle, I
looped a cord of rope around her neck and tied it to the chair. Her arms I
pulled back so that her elbows touched behind the chair. She whimpered
slightly at how uncomfortable it was, but I ignored her. Once her elbows were
tied together, I tied them tightly to the chair. I stepped back to admire my
work. Her ass was barely on the chair while her sex dangled over the edge. At
the angle she was, her breasts were sticking straight out and sagging under
their weight to the sides of her torso.
"Now for the extras," I said, reaching down and scooping up her panties. I
couldn't believe it, but they were actually wet. I stuffed them into
Michelle's mouth, and then used duct tape to secure it over her lips. Next I
took two thin stakes, the kind you use to mark the ground, and tied rubber
bands to them so that they were joined at the ends. A few strokes on
Michelle's nipple were enough to get it erect enough to slip the stakes over
them. She cried out as the rubber bands tightened over her breasts, pinching
the nipple into a lovely, angry red.
"Quit it! You're hurting her," Belinda argued.
"If you want to, I can stop now, take my money, and go home," I said as I
fitted the second pair of stakes over her other nipple. Belinda said nothing,
though Michelle tried once more to scream through her gag. As a final touch, I
looped some string through her nipple stakes down between her thighs and tied
them just above her knees. Michelle became very still, for any movement of her
legs or chest would cause the stakes to pull even harder on her nipples.
"There, now I have enough eye candy if you're a lousy fuck," I said to
Belinda. Her eyes glared hatred at me, but she kept her mouth shut. She
needed my money too much, and she knew I knew it. "Take your clothes off now."
Belinda was so pissed off; she made taking off her shirt an act of defiance.
She tossed her bra off just as irritably, freeing her gorgeous rack as well.
Her chest was sagging a lot, but it's to be expected at her age and size. I
don't know how Michelle kept hers perky at that size, but it looked like
Belinda lost that battle to age a long time ago. I didn't mind. They were
still huge and lovely.
"That's enough," I said, stopping her from pulling down her pants. "Kneel," I
said as I removed my pants.
Those beautiful eyes glared at my command, and I could tell she wanted to tell
me where I could go with my request. Instead, she dropped to one knee, and
then the other. This was a woman who knew her place in transaction.
I stepped over to her face, my cock fully erect and waiting. Without me
having to say a word, she took my cock in one hand and guided it to her mouth.
I moaned as her lips encircled me. I reached down and tangled my hands in her
curly dark hair while my cock pushed past her lips. I looked over to Michelle,
and enjoyed the sight of her eyes, wide with shock as she watched her sister
suck me down.
Belinda's head moved very fast, her tongue swiping my cock with every thrust
of my hips. She was trying to get me off quick, her grip pumping my cock into
her mouth. She was moving so fast, her tits were bouncing into my thighs. I
didn't resent the fact that she was trying to do this as fast as possible. She
was just a businesswoman, trying to suck a quick buck.
My grip tightened in her hair, and in this way I forced her to slow down. It
was impossible to suck me fast when I had an iron grip on her hair.
Eventually, and painfully, she learned to slow down as I increased the tension
of her hair. It was when tears began to flow from her eyes that she realized I
wasn't going to be rushed. Besides, I enjoyed making her go slower because
then I could relish the sight of my cock disappearing in those full lips of
hers.
"Enough sucking, fuck me with those wonderful family tits of yours," I
ordered.
"Asshole," she muttered.
"I heard that," I smiled. I pulled harder on her hair, just for the fun of
it. It was very soft and silky. I tried to remember to find out her shampoo
so I could make my chauffeur use it.
Belinda scooted closer to me, holding her tits with both hands. I placed my
wet cock right into her valley, and she wrapped them tight around me. Well, as
tight as enormous, soft breasts can be around a cock. I grabbed her shoulders
for better support as I pumped against her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying
to ignore what was happening. It must have been a humiliating experience for
her, having to kneel while I fucked her breasts in front of her sister. As for
me, it was quite arousing.
But not quite arousing enough. Belinda was just clutching her breasts
together; not even licking my cock as it poked through her cleavage. I decided
to try something different. I ordered her to remove her pants. She wasn't in
as good as shape as her sister, but Belinda's ass was remarkable none the less.
Her bush was natural and hairy, a brown patch of warmth that I couldn't wait
to snuggle my cock in. I pushed her down to all fours, and knelt behind her.
Pushing into her pussy, I found it was completely dry. Not a problem to me, I
started fucking her hard, trying my best to make those lovely tits bounce as
much as I could.
I pounded her like this for a few minutes, but again, it wasn't enough. The
bitch wasn't moving at all. It was like fucking a doll, or a really drunken
college co-ed. I started to see that participation was going to be a problem
here.
"Crawl over to between Michelle's legs," I ordered, still fucking her the
entire time.
To my surprise, she did it. The older sister crawled on her hands and knees
while I fucked her, moving to just inside her sister's legs. Close enough.
"All right, now start eating her out," I commanded.
Michelle started to struggle immediately, but then seized up as her nipple
stakes tugged her tits hard. Belinda just looked over her shoulder at me with
a sneer.
"No fucking way, asshole," Belinda said.
"I think so, bitch," I snapped back. "The deal was that I could do anything I
wanted with you, and what I want is for you to fuck your sister. You start
licking her cunt now, or the deal is off."
Michelle was screaming under her gag, her head shaking back and forth.
Belinda's defiance slipped a notch on her face, but still she refused.
"You can't ask me to eat my sister," Belinda pleaded.
I shrugged. "She was fine with you being fucked. She had no problem with me
making you suck my cock. It looks to me like she picked the easy job, just
having to watch. You need to ask yourself, are you willing to throw the money
away now? Are you willing to have gone through all of this to stop now? If
so, then her discomfort and your blowjob was all for nothing. I've figured
you're the responsible one in this family, do what you need to do to keep you
and your sister from out of debt. Do what you need to do to earn that fifty
thousand. You have to the count of five to decide."
I pulled my hips back, and then fucked my cock hard into her pussy.
"One!"
I pulled back again and then tapped that ass again with my hips. It was cool
to watch the shockwaves on her ass.
"Two!"
Michelle was still shaking her head, trying to plead with her sister through
her gag as I fucked that hot pussy again.
"Three!"
With both hands on her hips, I brought her pussy back down again on my cock,
viciously as I tried to convince her to make a decision.
"Four!" I yelled, and Belinda moved her head forward and started licking
Michelle. Michelle struggled again in her bounds, but the only thing moving
was the stakes around her nipples. Belinda's head moved up and down slowly,
her tongue barely grazing Michelle's pussy.
"Get good in there, bitch!" I advised, pushing her with my cock in her pussy.
I reached over and shoved her head down. Michelle's jumping told me Belinda's
mouth was right where it need to be. I continued to hold her down, making sure
Belinda's mouth as buried in her sister's crotch. My cock twitched inside of
Belinda's pussy, aroused by the sight before me.
"Eat her out good, Belinda, I want to hear that tongue moving!" I said, and in
response, Belinda started making smacking noises.
Michelle was hilarious. Her eyes would look in horror at her sister between
her legs, and then flick up to me, perhaps expecting some sort of mercy. She
didn't look like she felt betrayed; it was more like she was just in plain
shock. Her nipples were crimson, squeezed out and tight by the stakes. I kept
my eyes on her breasts, watching them move as I fucked Belinda for every dollar
they owed me. With every thrust I gave Belinda, her head would go deeper into
Michelle and Michelle's poor breasts would bounce from the impact.
"Having fun?" I asked Michelle, and she just moaned and clenched her eyes.
Belinda's pussy was just now starting to get moist, from the incest or the
constant pounding, I didn't know. What ever the reason was, my cock was
finally becoming slippery and her pussy was feeling good. The sounds of my
hips hitting her ass mingled with the wet suction noises of my cock in her
pussy. Add to that the sound of Belinda's forced eating and Michelle's squeals
of terror, it was a pretty hot soundtrack.
Sluts who work hard for their money turn me on so much, it was inevitable that
I would start to climax soon. Between the bondage, the verbal abuse and those
hefty tits, I was ready to explode now. I pulled out, and held Belinda's head
down when she tried to get up. I kept her licking her sister's pussy while I
stood over her. With one hand, I grabbed one last handful of Michelle's tit,
while I pumped my cock with my other hand. As my fingers sunk into that soft
tit, my cock erupted, spilling its load down onto Michelle's pussy, and
Belinda's mouth.
"Lick it all up or we'll have to start over again!" I commanded, and like a
true whore, Belinda did as I asked. Every stream of cum I shot off; she licked
faithfully from her sister's twat. I relished the sight of my white cum mixing
with Michelle's pussy and Belinda's tongue lapping it all up. Was that a wet
pussy I saw under Belinda's tongue?
"Very nice ladies," I said as I stepped away. "I'll leave the money on the
shelf and go now. You two were great."
Belinda had to spit the rest of my cum out before she could yell at me. "Go
to Hell asshole."
I smiled. "I'll tell you what, Belinda. You're such a good whore; I'm going
to leave you a card that has my cellphone number. When you want to start
another business and need some more money, give me a call."
I wasn't surprised when she did.
The end.
What did you think? Should I continue with similar examples of what people
will do for money? Any questions or requests? Let me know or ask at
ArthurGThomas@aol.com
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