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Subject: {ASSM} Family Enslaved Ch.14 by Rachael Ross (FFM, FemDom, Oral, Rom)
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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: FFM, FemDom, Oral, Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.14 : Reality


"What time is it?" Peter's groggy voice filled my ear.

"Late." I chuckled. "Time to wake up."

"Ohhh, shit it's early."

"I need you on an airplane, you have ummmmm..." I looked at my watch. "...
Forty minutes."

"I don't like airplanes."

"Do you like Katrina?"

"Yeeeah...Why?"

"If you want to fuck her, be on the airplane. Alaska flight seventeen,
leaves at seven sharp."

"Fuck...Katrina?"

"Seven, did you hear me?"

"What was that about Katrina?"

"Peter!"

"Yeah yeah...you're so weird, Susan."

"I know."

"I have to pack. Where am I going?"

"Bring cameras, not clothes."

"I figured that. Where?"

"Here." I laughed.

"Kay, is it cold?"

"Room 714 at the Sheraton, I'll have someone meet you."

"Kay Hmmmm..." He stretched.

"Bye bye...Don't go back to sleep!"

"Yeah kay love you too."

My brother Jim snored softly on the bed, Katrina curled up next to
him, with her bare back and butt against his side. They'd had a nice
long fuck on the floor, nicer for my brother than Katrina probably,
but she hadn't minded so much towards the end of it. It was all just
mental for her; the thing with her abusive father had tainted her on
men a long time ago. Katrina's body hadn't worried over Jim's big cock
though, her pussy worked just fine once she got used to him. I just
hoped her womb was half as eager as her cunt.

"Peter's coming, Mistress?" Katrina asked and I thought she'd fallen
asleep already.

I slipped onto the bed beside her, taking Katrina into my arms and
sliding a hand down between her legs so I could feel her sex full of
my brother's sperm. He'd cum inside her twice and I wouldn't let her
wash it out. Katrina would sleep with all that cum leaking from her
stretched pussy. It was kind of a turn on for me and Katrina wasn't
complaining. She wanted to be pregnant.

"I thought we'd get some pictures." I smiled at her. "Something for
all those men out there who have dreamt of fucking you."

"Mistress." Katrina blushed sweetly, her beautiful blue eyes closing
and she looked almost virginal when she did that.

"They're going to know." I kissed her lips. "You'll be my pregnant
little subbie. They'll love it."

"I know." Katrina sighed.

It bothered her sometimes, knowing that so many of our customers were
men, about eighty percent of them, maybe a little more, and naturally
more than a few lusted after Katrina. She really was the star of the
show, in a manner of speaking, as much as I ever was. Because she was
beautiful and sweet, and made herself available online for chatting
and web cams and emails. That Katrina belonged to me alone, and was an
avowed lesbian, only made her that much more attractive to the
customers. People always wanted what they couldn't have.

And Katrina, being the innocent she was, didn't really understand what
all the fuss was about. What bothered her was just being desired by
people, loved if you will, and not being able to return the
affections. I think it made her feel almost guilty in a sense, and
occasionally Katrina would be reluctant to do something that she
thought might attract even more attention than she already had.

Like getting pregnant, and publicly so. We'd talked about it already,
Katrina and myself and our two partners, because personal as it was,
it did affect our business. We used other models, some of them
regulars on our site, but it really was about Katrina and myself in
the end. So we'd agreed that Katrina being pregnant wouldn't hurt us,
if anything it would probably just make us more money. A beautiful
pregnant submissive? That had to be somewhat unique, although I was
certain that there was little we could think of that hadn't been done
before someplace else on the internet.

It would turn off a couple of the real hardcore Lesbian Dommes we had,
but not terribly so. The desire and right to procreate is embedded
deep in our instincts and has no regard for sexual preference. They
weren't really our target consumers anyway. That would be heterosexual
males with a passion for bisexual FemDom...Men love lesbians and it was
paying for our hotel room.

"Peter is going to take pictures of you getting pregnant..." I told
Katrina honestly as I hit the button for the front desk. I'd been on
the phone for nearly an hour making arrangements and getting Peter up,
and now one more thing.

"Concierge, David speaking. May I help you?"

"...Getting fucked over the next few days." I was saying and then I
giggled. "...Oops, sorry...I need a business associate met at the airport,
can you arrange a driver?"

"But..." She swallowed hard and Katrina's eyes got big. "...Yes Mistress."

"Of course, ma'am. We have an airport shuttle and we can have someone
meet him at baggage claim, if you wish. Will your associate be needing
a room as well?"

I took care of all those details, even getting a room for Peter, which
seemed the least I could do for dragging him out of bed and on an
airplane in the middle of his weekend. He was our only photographer,
and a very good one. Peter was fast and reliable and extremely
flexible, so we tended to spoil the man. I knew he was in love with
Katrina, with all of us really, and he was dating Amy off and on, but
Katrina...He'd walk here if it meant getting a chance to fuck her.

"I'll make sure Daddy and Jim remain anonymous." I continued with
Katrina after hanging up the phone. "Peter can fix the originals; do
whatever magic he does, so nobody will ever know who's with you."

"For the website?"

"Of course." I smiled, stroking her warm skin. "Those guys will love
it."

"They'll think I'm a slut, Mistress." Katrina didn't like the idea, I
could tell.

"You are a slut, until we know you're pregnant."

"Mistress." She whispered.

"I'm going to tie you down later, when we get home." I promised her.
"Bend you over the coffee table and tell your new Daddy and Brother to
fuck you whenever they feel like it."

I enjoyed tormenting her like that. I had so few opportunities to do
it, simply because Katrina was always so willing for whatever I
wanted. Finding something that made her reluctant, even humiliated and
frightened her to some degree, that was special.

"And Slave-Mommy...Mistress Cheryl..."

"They'll watch." I laughed softly. "I'll have to put a little sign on
you maybe, get a magic marker and write 'cum slut' on your ass...Maybe
get you a tattoo...Would you like that, slave?"

"N-No Mistress."

"Of course I'll have to put that plug back inside your ass, we'd hate
to waste any sperm that way." I giggled and Katrina was biting her
lip. "I think you know how overanxious your Slave-Brother can get."

"Yes Mistress."

"And Peter will get it all with his cameras, some good pictures and
some movies for download." I nodded to myself. "We'll send them to Amy
as soon as we can, so she can get everything on the site."

"Everyone will..."

"See it, yeah." I played my fingers across Katrina's hot wet vulva. "I
wonder what paddles will think, seeing you getting nice and fucked and
impregnated by two men. I think Larry was quite taken with you,
slave."

"Ohhh Mistress." Katrina rewarded me with a little tremble and she
burned up with humiliation, just at the thought of all those people,
our thousands of customers seeing her that way.

"Sleep now." I kissed her closed eyes gently. "We're going to be very
busy later."

"My Mistress, my love." Katrina whispered and I knew she would suffer
all of those things and more, just to please me.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Peter had the good sense to heed our Do Not Disturb sign, or perhaps
the concierge had made him aware of our noon wakeup call. Either way I
managed to get five hours of sleep, which was barely enough. Katrina
wanted more and Jim was lights out, so I left the two of them for a
hot shower and lunch with my photographer friend.

"Pregnant?" Peter stared at me, halfway between a gasp and a giggle.

"Yep, we're going to have a baby." I smiled while we waited for our
club sandwiches. We were in one of the restaurants on the mezzanine of
the hotel, a nice casual one, and I was starving.

"Who's the father?" Peter stroked his short brown beard and narrowed
his dark brown eyes. He was thirty years old and a genuine artist with
a camera. His rates were ridiculous, but we benefited from his
friendship and a more than passing interest in BDSM.

"We're still working on that." I giggled.

I was sitting comfortably in clean clothes now, a red silk blouse and
a black silk skirt. It was rather dramatic for lunch, especially the
spike slings on my feet, but it suited my mood and I hadn't exactly
brought my closet with me. The crimson blouse made me striking anyway,
with my black hair loose and my lips a very similar shade of red. I
liked the tension such simple things created in the people around me.

Peter pretended immunity of course, although he obviously enjoyed
sitting alone with a beautiful woman in a five star hotel. He knew
there were men jealous of him and he hammed it up a little, the way
photographers do. They'll sniff at the silly pretensions of models,
complain about the egotistic games and melodramas played by their
subjects, but in the end all fashion photographers are frustrated
prima donnas. Peter was no exception.

"What does that mean?" Peter smiled. "Still working on it?"

"We're not sure if she's pregnant yet, so Katrina will be working on
it for a few more days." I grinned as Peter caught on.

"So you want me taking pictures of Katrina...Getting pregnant?" He
tilted his head up and laughed. "Oh God, you're so perverse!"

"You think so now?" I laughed too and people were looking at us.

"What?" Peter leaned forward. "Is there more?"

"The fathers are, well my brother or my dad." I watched for his
reaction. "We don't want to know which one, so long as..."

"What?" He stared at me and we were both quiet for a long moment.
"Close family, Susan?"

"Pretty close." I nodded slowly. "Is that a problem?"

"I mean...Close, close...You know." He was almost whispering then, nodding
his head with me.

"Uh-huh...We're very close, Peter." I smiled at him. "Very loving."

"Oh shit." He blinked at me.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Hey, I just capture the moment, darling." He giggled. "You want
family portraits, you know I'll do it."

"Good." I smiled as I saw the waiter coming with our food. "I might
want some shots of me too."

"For posterity? Or..."

"Not for the site, just for me." I nodded. "The others, I want
everyone to know its Katrina, but everyone else..."

"Yeah, easy." Peter nodded, talking around the waiter. "I'll crop
wherever possible, pixel the rest...Or do you like blur better? Everyone
else. Nobody will know who's who either way, believe me."

"I don't know, whatever's best for you and Amy. I trust you."

"I guess you do." Peter laughed and thanked the waiter and I took a
big bite of my sandwich while Peter launched into some techno babble
that only he and Amy would ever understand. "The video will take a
little longer, we're using the new Divex codecs though and I can
isolate..."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Katrina started undressing as soon as we stepped into the kitchen. She
was well trained and feeling much at home now, it seemed. It helped
having Peter along. Katrina liked him a lot as he was perhaps the only
man in the world she could be truly intimate with, even if only
through the lens of his camera. It was still a shared and personal
experience and their relationship was one I didn't fully appreciate
probably, but I enjoyed it nonetheless and felt no jealousy in it.

I didn't feel one way or the other about having my picture taken,
although usually it was a slow and boring process. Many of the
'scenes' that Peter photographed for the sites weren't really scenes
at all, but more staged poses and I hated that. BDSM should never be
staged, although a lot of the mainstream costume drama role players
might disagree with me.

For myself, and others, it was all about the action, about being
deliberate and yet spontaneous. Performing an act, like whipping a
slave, and then changing the elements based on his or her reactions.
You couldn't stage those things, you couldn't plan ahead in that
sense. But photography was different, everything had to be just right,
the lighting, the pose, the composition and structure...Blah. It could
be very tedious trying to create art.

There would be none of that however, not at my parents' house. I'd
told Peter to shoot everything, to run and gun and just enjoy himself.
He loved BDSM, but didn't play at it. He was a watcher, a voyeur,
enjoying it through sight and sound and the tactile senses of others.
Sometimes I thought he just liked masturbation too much.

"Peter, this is my Slave-Mommy and Slave-Daddy." I introduced my
parents and they both blushed nicely, right on cue. "Peter is going to
be taking pictures for me, and for the website."

We were in the family room, in my makeshift dungeon, and my parents
were dressed normally, of curse, not knowing what was going on. They'd
woken up to find the three of us gone, Katrina, Jim and myself. Cheryl
was sunning herself by the pool and Jim had gone to find her, probably
to apologize some more. Katrina was naked now, standing behind me and
Peter.

"Pictures?" My dad stared at me. "No, that's uh..."

"Yes, Slave-Daddy." I nodded my head. "Don't argue with me. He'll make
sure no one will ever know it's you, believe me."

"Susan...This is too much." My dad wasn't going to buy it and my mom
just watched us. "I have work and friends, clients and a reputation...
Cheryl and Jim and...and Katrina and now this man, Peter? It's too
much."

"I'm uh...I'll get a drink of water..." Peter excused himself, heading
back towards the kitchen.

"I'll help you." Katrina said softly and she paused just long enough
for me to stop her if I'd wanted to.

"You're what, forty-nine, Daddy?" I stared at him. "And how many
things in your life have you never done? Things that you've dreamt of,
things that you really wanted to do?"

"Uh...That's not the point." My dad looked back at me. "We don't get to
do everything we want, we're not supposed to."

"I don't agree with that." I shook my head. "I've done everything I
wanted to so far, and I'll keep doing them."

"I can't do what you want me to, Susan." My dad looked at my mom. "She
can't either, not like this. Not pictures, for heaven's sake. What are
you thinking of?"

"Nobody will ever know..."

"I'll know."

"If you love me, you'll do this for me, Daddy."

"Don't say that." My dad shook his head and I knew I was hurting him.
"Don't use me that way, Susan. You know I love you."

"Then try it, please." I asked him, pleaded with him. "Just for today,
tonight. Let everything else go and enjoy it."

"I can't do that. This isn't reality, it's a fantasy. You don't see
the difference..."

"I know the difference..."

"...You live down in Las Vegas, doing whatever it is you do, whatever
you want to..."

"...We can make our own reality..."

"...and there's no consequences for you. But I live here, Susan. Your
mother and I, we live in a different world than yours."

"...in this house, we can shut the world away. Why can't you see that?"

"Me and you." My dad was holding my shoulders now. "Your mother, even
Jim and Cheryl and Katrina, sure...Sometimes, once in awhile. But not
always and not with pictures, not with people named Peter."

"Daddy..." I closed my eyes and I felt as unhappy as I'd ever been in my
life.

"We love you, dear." My mom was rubbing my back, standing close. "But
your father's right. Some things can't change, no matter how much we
want them to."

I was playing the spoiled little girl. I'd gotten everything I wanted
for so long, my whole life practically, and now someone was saying no
to me. My parents were telling me that there was something I couldn't
have, something I couldn't do. I was angry and hurt by it, as a little
girl who's been spoiled too long must be. It wasn't fair and I had no
idea how to deal with it. This was a new experience, this being told
no, and I wanted to fight it desperately.

"Then come with me." I told them, looking at my mom first, but
focusing on my father at length. "Come to Las Vegas for a visit, a
vacation. Stay with me and Katrina, we'll be free there, I promise. We
can do whatever we want there."

"Susan..." My dad smiled and his eyes were kind.

"You can live there, Jim and Cheryl too." I was smiling. "You've
worked long enough, dad, and Katrina and me, we make a lot of money."
I laughed. "You have no idea, Daddy. Jim and Cheryl can come too, all
of us..."

"Susan, no..." My dad slowed me down with his voice until he could
speak. "We like it here. We want to live in this house, in this city.
I like my work..."

"We don't want to move, dear." Mom was smiling patiently.

"But..."

"We'll come for a visit, of course." Mom continued. "But not this
minute, not right now."

"Next spring." My dad nodded. "I'll take a full two weeks and we'll
come down."

"And you can come up for the holidays, right?" Mom suggested.
"Thanksgiving and Christmas, you and Katrina can come back up and stay
for a month, through New Years, okay?"

"Yeah." I cleared my throat and I'd come to my senses, a little.

I forced myself to be rational and smart, to find that discipline I
was so proud of. Of course they were right, this was all just fantasy
and we'd explored it and we would again someday, but it wasn't always
and forever. How could it be? I'd let my excitement run wild, my
desires play games with my common sense. These were my parents and I
had to love and protect them before anything else.

I'd been selfish to the point of rudeness, bringing Peter into their
house without asking. They didn't know him and it wasn't a matter of
trust, it was a point of respect. I'd been showing very little of that
quality lately and I felt more ashamed of myself finally, than
anything else. I was disappointed in myself.

"I'm sorry." I hugged my dad tightly, apologizing to him while he
kissed my hair and cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." He said, "We just needed a
little talk. That's all."

I hugged my mom too and when we were done the world was a changed
place, but much more the same than it had been the past few days,
too.

"So does this mean you guys don't want to, um..." I think I actually
blushed a little, because I really didn't know the answer and I was
afraid to ask suddenly.

"Tonight." My mom gave me a conspiratorial smile. "After dinner, the
usual time."

"The usual time?" I laughed, feeling much relieved inside.

"We had a nice talk this morning, your mother and I..." Dad was saying.

"And Cheryl." Mom added.

"...and Cheryl, and we thought if we were going to...to play, then a few
hours before bed was the best." Daddy smiled. "Some of us are getting
old, you know."

"You guys talked all this over?" I nodded. "So we were going to have a
little talk regardless..."

"Well..." My dad chuckled. "...Yeah."

"We raised you, dear." My mom nodded. "We know how you can get
sometimes."

"How I can get?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, you're right. You
guys are always right."

"Nah." My dad hugged me again. "Just some of the time."

But I knew he was being too modest.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Uhhhh..." I grinned sheepishly at Peter.

"When's my flight?" He laughed at me and Katrina was pouring milk over
her breasts, which explained why Peter was taking pictures of her.

"Peter's going home, Mistress?" Katrina sucked her fingers clean.

"Some of my ideas are just too good." I shrugged. "I don't know, we
might use you."

"But not around here." Peter nodded. "I always said you were weird,
Susan."

Katrina giggled at that and I just nodded.

"Anyway, we'll play it by ear for a bit. I'll make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, you'll get my bill." He laughed.

"Just keep shooting and uh, watch out for my dad."

"Watch out for dad?" Peter shook his head. "You sound like my first
girlfriend."

"Well, you shouldn't have any problems then," I chuckled as Peter went
back to shooting Katrina and her milk covered body.

"Pull your nipples...Harder...The rings, all the way...Up...Up...There, look
this way...Good girl..."

"Make sure you clean that up." I shook my head at Katrina, standing in
a puddle of milk in the middle of my mom's kitchen.

"Of course, Mistress." Katrina giggled.

"...Love the lighting in here." Peter said, somewhat to himself. "...Can I
keep this kitchen?"

A moment later I was passing my mom and dad who were relaxing in the
family room.

"Don't go in the kitchen, mom." I laughed.

"My kitchen?" My mom stared at me. She loved her kitchen and kept it
pristine.

"Yeah. Katrina's playing with the refrigerator." I waved my fingers at
them and headed towards the pool.

Susan was laying on a lounge chair wearing nothing at all, which was
interesting. I wondered if my parents knew their daughter-in-law was
sunbathing nude in the backyard. Probably not, given our little talk,
or perhaps they did. I was still trying to decipher exactly what it
was we'd agreed to, beyond the fact that my parents wouldn't scene
with me except after dinner. Hopefully Katrina and Peter weren't
breaking too many rules and I probably should have just shuffled Peter
onto the next flight to Vegas.

But truth be told, I was a very spoiled girl, and so I tended to push
every rule I could. Brand new ones especially, as they were the ones
most easily bent, in my experience. Mom would definitely go to the
kitchen and she'd like watching Katrina get her picture taken. If I
knew nothing else, I knew that. My mom had worshipped the girl, the
two of us together through the internet for a long time. She didn't
share all the reservations my dad had, but she supported him, as a
good wife should.

I could understand and respect that. It didn't change the fact that I
wanted Katrina tied down over my mother's coffee table and getting
fucked every time my dad and brother got a hard on. I'd let Peter mix
their sperm up too, so long as he wore a condom. It would be good for
my little slave to get gangbanged at least once in her life, even if
it was just three guys.

I might even let Cheryl eat Katrina's cream pie afterwards, if she
would just make me happy and accept my brother's sincere apologies.
That was next on my agenda, sorting the two of them out. Not that I
was on a roll, in fact I mostly definitely wasn't after the little
talk with my parents. But that was okay, I thought, karma was like
that and I'd had a down, so maybe I was due for a nice swing upward.

"Well, isn't this nice?" I smiled and reached for Cheryl's left
nipple, pinching it hard and pulling her tit into a soft creamy cone
of warm flesh.

She hadn't seen me coming, neither had my brother, who was naked as
well and licking happily away between Cheryl's open thighs. Cheryl
might not have forgiven him yet, but she certainly was enjoying his
attempts to make up with her. Jim's cock was hard too, nice and long
and thick as my wrist. Jesus, his big dick was beautiful.

"Ahhh..." Cheryl gasped and her eyes opened wide, or so I assumed. She
wore a pair of dark Ray Ban's and it was difficult to tell.

"Let me see your eyes, slave." I told her and I giggled when Jim
lifted his mouth. "Not you, keep sucking your wife's cunt."

"Yes, Mistress." They replied almost in unison, which was a neat
trick. Cheryl took off her sunglasses and blinked up at me.

"Mmmm...Let me join you...." I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my
panties, tossing them aside. "...Did you forgive your husband yet,
slave?"

I moved to straddle the lounger, spreading my legs wide around it and
bringing my clean moist pussy to Cheryl's mouth as she lay there. I
had my back to Jim so that I could look down my body and see Cheryl's
eyes as she lapped my sex.

"Mistress...Not yet, I..."

"Say it to my cunt, slave." I pushed myself against her mouth,
muffling the rest of her explanation.

"Did our slave tell you that he fucked Katrina?" I stared into
Cheryl's bright eyes, the gold flecks in her irises really beautiful
in the sunlight. "He did. Fucked her twice and he came a lot, believe
me. I couldn't believe how much sperm he put inside my little slave."

"Ummpphh..." Cheryl tried to say something.

"He didn't want to, believe me. He was worried about you, about what
you'd think. Like maybe he was cheating on you again." I shook my
head. "But fucking Katrina, that isn't cheating, is it?"

"Mmmphhh..." Cheryl's lips and tongue were making me nice and wet right
then and her hands were on my thighs, not pushing me, but caressing me
like a lover.

"I had to whip him with his own belt to get him to do it." I smiled.
"I whipped him hard too, not like the other night. I left some welts
behind this time."

"Ummphhh..." Cheryl gave me a tiny nod and she was fucking my cunt with
her tongue while I played with her auburn hair.

"He's going to fuck her again." I told Cheryl, leaving no room for
argument. "Him and Slave-Daddy both, they're going to fuck her every
chance they get and do you know why? Can you guess, slave?"

"Mmpphh...Umpph..." I rocked my hips a little, rubbing the tip of Cheryl's
cute nose with my hard clit.

"Because we're going to have a baby." I nodded. "Katrina's and mine,.
Not my dad's, not Jim's, we won't ever know who the father is, but
that won't matter. It'll have my blood either way, see? Aren't I
clever Mistress, cunt slave?"

"Mmmphh..." I was getting very wet and I rubbed my pussy all around
Cheryl's pretty face, soaking her with my juices. I had both hands in
her hair, moving her head the way I wanted to. I was fucking her now
and she knew it.

"But what you have to do, slave...Cheryl, my dear sister-in-law...What you
really need to do is find a way to forgive Jim. He fucked around,
yeah, but he's sorry and he won't ever do it again."

"Ummmph..." Cheryl's lips sucked at my clit hard, pinching it between
them and her tongue played with the small bit of flesh penetrating her
mouth.

"What's that?" I giggled. "How do I know? Because I love him, like you
do. And I know everyone makes mistakes. Jim has what he wants now, he
doesn't want to lose it. He'll do anything to prove it too, you know
that."

"Ummph mmppph..." The woman was licking me now, her soft tongue pressed
from my asshole to my clit, moving back and forth slowly.

"He wants to be your slave, that's why he cheated. Jim was testing
you. He wanted to see if you were like every other girl he ever knew,
a woman who would ignore it, so long as you could keep him. If you
were one of those women who would close her eyes, not make a fuss, be
happy being the wife of a cheating husband."

"Mmmphhh..." Cheryl squeezed my hips, moving her hands to my ass and
pulling me harder to her hungry mouth.

"And he's so happy you're not like that Cheryl. He wanted to see you
angry and jealous and willing to put him in his place, on his knees
begging for forgiveness. That's where he belongs, isn't it? On his
knees like a good husband?"

"Ummmphhh..." Cheryl was moving beneath me, beneath Jim as well, who was
sucking her pussy hard, trying to make his wife cum while I talked.

"But you can forgive him now, and keep him on his knees. Have the best
of both world's, see? All you have to do is believe him, one more
time, one last time...Jim knows he won't get another chance, trust me.
He won't risk losing you Cheryl, never again."

"Umph mmpph mmmm..." Cheryl shoved her stiff tongue deep inside my pussy
and I rode her whimpering mouth hard while she came. I could hear my
brother behind me, slurping noisily at Cheryl's pussy, swallowing her
orgasm greedily. They were both getting off on what I was saying,
knowing every word of it was true.

I was going to have my own cum too, a small one, but still nice and it
had been a little hard towards the end of my speech to stay focused on
what I was saying. I'd gotten the message across anyway though, for
whatever it was worth to the woman She'd either forgive him, or she
wouldn't, sooner or later, and in the end all I could do was wait and
hope.

But really, I had what I wanted anyway. I'd told Cheryl about Jim and
Katrina and all our elaborate plans. Cheryl wouldn't object, not now.
If it had really offended the woman she'd have pushed me away, but
instead she'd pulled me tighter, worshipped my cunt even more
lovingly. She wanted me to know I was her Mistress and Cheryl was
willing to extend that role to include Jim and Katrina and all the
fucking they wanted.

That thought, that willing submission on the part of Cheryl, in front
of her husband, was enough to make me cum.

"Fuck my pussy...Good...Good...Slave...Suck it..." I breathed.

I was grinding my pussy onto her tongue, filling Cheryl's mouth with
my orgasm even as she came down slowly from her own. My passion ran
over her cheeks and down her neck and Cheryl's eyes were loving and
lidded with desire, gazing up and into mine. We had a connection, the
way I did with all my subbie bottoms. She was mine; for as long as I
wanted her, Cheryl would be my slave.

I wondered how she'd feel about moving to Vegas.



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