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What Daddy Needs 3

Phoebe turned off the hair dryer and laid it on the vanity with her hairbrush. She leaned forward and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The change in her appearance was drastic and she wondered how her dad was going to react. Gone was the honey blond. Her hair was now a glossy, soft black that made her light green eyes look brighter and more intense. She had used a Qtip to apply the color to her eyebrows, too, even though the instructions in the box of coloring had cautioned her not to.
She picked up the tube of eyeliner she’d bought when she got the hair dye and unscrewed the top. She wiped the excess off the fine brush and carefully drew a thin line of black along the lash line of her right eye. She inspected the result and then dipped the brush back into the tube before applying liner around her left eye. She screwed the top back onto the tube and dropped it into the makeup bag on the counter. She put on two coats of black mascara and then pale pink lipstick.
Wrapped in a large, pink towel she left the bathroom she shared with her little brother. Once in her room she dropped the towel and sat on the side of her bed. She picked up one of the sheer stockings and gathered it in her hands. Fitting it over her foot she carefully pulled it up to her slender thigh. The lace top of the stocking had four strips of a tacky clear elastic that held the stocking in place without need of a garter belt. She ran her hands over the silky nylon then put the other stocking on.
She stood and crossed to her dresser. Finding the black, lace thong she wanted in the top drawer she pulled it on and turned to her closet. She lifted the sapphire blue hater dress off it’s hanger and unzipped the side before stepping into it. She tied the straps around her neck and zipped it up then turned to inspect her reflection in the mirror.
The halter top fit snugly over her firm, round breasts and the silk jersey caressed her bare nipples making them hard. They were clearly visible against the soft fabric. The skirt of the empire waisted dress clung to her curves. The hem of the short dress barely reached mid thigh, giving just a glimpse of the lace at the top of her stockings.
Phoebe smiled at her reflection, pleased with her appearance, then picked up the strappy silver sandals she had bought to go with the dress. This was a special occasion. Her father was taking her out to dinner to celebrate her seventeenth birthday. Though she’d been having sex with him – “Making love,” he’d said. “It might be fun to say fucking, but we’re making love.” – for the last six and a half months, this was the first time they’d been out on a date.
She was just buckling the ankle strap of her second sandal when there was a soft knock on her door. She sat up on her bed as her dad opened the door, waiting anxiously for his reaction to her hair. He stepped into her room.
“Happy birthday, pumpkin,” he said, the smile freezing on his face as he took in the long, dark hair.
She watched him warily as he closed the door slowly and took off his sports jacket dropping it carelessly on the floor. He stopped directly in front of Phoebe, staring down at her in silence for several long moments. Her lips parted and her chest rose and fell quickly as she held his gaze.
She looked like her mother. Jake had never realized how much she looked like his first wife who had suffered a stroke while delivering his youngest daughter and had died when Phoebe was just three weeks old. The shape of her eyes and her nose she had gotten from her mother. That had always been obvious to him, but with her blond hair and gray green eyes he had thought she was a perfect mix of Deidre and himself.
The black hair completely dispelled that notion. He wondered briefly if he’d always been unconsciously aware of the resemblance. Maybe that was why Phoebe had always been so special to him. Maybe that was the reason that, even though he had never felt a sexual attraction to either of his older two daughters, he couldn’t leave Phoebe alone.
One hand on either side of her face, he slid his fingers into her long, silky hair, lifting it and letting fall from his hands. “Baby, you’re so beautiful it makes me ache,” he said softly.
His hands under her arms, he lifted her and set her back farther on her bed. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his briefs, kicking off his brown leather loafers before stepping out of them. Phoebe’s eyes widened as his hard cock sprang free.
“Daddy, Gran and Justin . . .” she began tremulously as he kneeled on the bed and laid her back.
“Are downstairs playing a video game,” he finished as he lowered his body onto hers.
She moaned softly as he pushed the crotch of her thong aside and his fingers began to stroke her slit. He concentrated on the hard bud of her clit for several minutes before plunging his middle finger into her sopping pussy. He thrust in and out a few times before sliding his ring finger into her, too. The sound of her wet cunt sucking at his fingers drove him wild.
She lifted her hips as he pushed her dress out of the way, bunching it around her waist before he moved between her firm, satiny thighs and position the head of his cock against her tight, hot opening. She groaned loudly as he pushed into her and began to thrust hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked up to meet him.
He pushed up on his arms and looked down into his daughter’s lovely face. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were closed. He needed to see her eyes, the same gray green as his own.
“Phoebe,” he said hoarsely. “Open your eyes, baby.”
She did, looking up at him with pleasure glazing her expression. His hands on the backs of her thighs pushed her knees up to her chest. “Look, baby,” he breathed, watching as his cock pounded into his daughter’s warm, wet cunt.
Phoebe lifted her head and watched her dad’s thick cock thrusting into her body. “Oh fuck, Daddy,” she moaned as she fell back against her pillow. “Fuck me. Don’t stop. Daddy, don’t stop.”
He leaned down and kissed her thrusting as deeply into her as he could. His breathing was growing ragged and he felt his balls tightening. Phoebe started whimpering and cooing to him and he knew that she was as close to cumming as he was. He increased his tempo and felt her body stiffen, her hands grabbing at his ass as she tried to pull him deeper into her grasping cunt.
He felt the tight sheath of her vagina rippling around his rigid cock and he groaned loudly as he errupted into his daughter. “Christ, Phoebe,” he moaned as his cock pulsed and spewed his semen into her wetly sucking cunt. “Baby, what are you doing to me?”
He collapsed onto her and she held him tightly until his cock grew limp and slid out of her. He finally raised his head and kissed her deeply. “I love you, Phoebs.”
“I know, Daddy,” she said smiling softly. I love you, too.”
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It was just after 9:00 PM when they got home. Jake stopped at the front door and pulled Phoebe into his arms. He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up onto her toes as her lips parted and his tongue pushed into her mouth.
He lifted his head and gazed down at her in the soft glow of the porch light. “I want you to sleep in my bed from now on,” he said smoothing her hair back from her face.
“What about Justin?” she asked. “He’ll know.”
“He’ll be asleep when we go to bed and you can get up early and go to your room before Gran gets here to get you both up for school,” he said.
Phoebe smiled brightly. “Okay, Daddy.”
Jake unlocked the door and Phoebe proceeded him into the house. He stopped in the kitchen to pour a drink while Phoebe walked through to the den. Her gran looked up from the TV as Phoebe dropped onto the sofa.
“Did you have a nice time?” she asked smiling.
“It was great,” Phoebe said leaning against her Grandmother’s side. “Where’s Justin?”
“I sent him up to get ready for bed a few minutes before you and your dad got home.”
“I’d better go check on him,” Phoebe said sitting up and rising to her feet.
She smiled up at her dad running her hand down his arm and squeezing his hand as they passed in the wide doorway, His eyes burned into hers and she felt her face flush. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but something had changed in their relationship and she liked it.
She climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to her room. She took off the short black crochet shrug that she had worn over the halter dress and tossed it on her bed as she crossed to the bathroom door. She pushed the door open without knocking and walked in.
“Ready for bed, squirt?” she asked.before realiziing that her nearly ten year old brother was naked from the waist down.
Justin jumped and turned toward his sister with a guilty look on his face. He covered his rigid, little cock with both of his hands. Phoebe tried not to smile as she crossed the bathroom to sit on the side of the tub.
“What are you doing, Justin?” she asked softly.
“I . . . uh . . . just rubbing it a little,” he stuttered, his long, brown hair falling over his eyes.
“Show me,” Phoebe said.
He looked at her uncertainly. She let her legs fall open and began rubbing her pussy through the damp fabric of her thong. Justin’s eyes grew wide and his fingers closed around his stiff four inch penis and he began to stroke it furiously, his breath coming in grunting gasps.
“Christ, Justin,” Phoebe said pulling him to stand in front of her. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
She licked her fingers and closed her thumb and forefinger around his little cock and began to stroke him slowly. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself and stared down at his sister’s hand moving up and down on his cock faster and faster. She slid her free hand between his thighs and began massaging his balls,
“Phoebe,” he said breathlessly, “it’s happening.”
She dropped onto her knees and leaned down to take his cock in her mouth. He gasped, his fists clenching around fistfuls of her hair as she bobbed up and down easily taking his entire penis into her mouth. Justin groaned as his hips jerked wildly and a small amount of cum errupted forcefully from his cock.
Phoebe’s hands closed over his narrow butt as his knees buckled and she continued to suck him more gently as he shuddered and his cock twitched in her warm, wet mouth. After a few moments she let his flaccid dick slip from between her lips.
Still breathing heavily, Justin looked down at her with wonder filled eyes. He placed his hands on either side of her face and leaned down to press his lips firmly against hers in a sweet, closed mouth kiss.
When he lifted his head Phoebe smiled at at him. “You need to get to bed,” she said gently.
He nodded and retrieved his underwear pulling them on before heading into his room. Phoebe stood up and straightened her hair in front of the mirror. She took a swig of mouth wash and gargled before spitting it into the sink. Her dad couldn’t taste her baby brother in her mouth. She filled the glass by the sink with cold water and drank a few sips before going into Justin’s room to say goodnight. He was already asleep.
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Jake pulled the sheet back as Phoebe crawled into his bed. Our bed, he corrected himself in his head as she laid down and pressed her warm, naked body against his. His hands roamed over her firm young flesh and his cock twitched against the soft skin of her thigh.
He turned her onto her back and leaned over her to kiss her sweet, full lips. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but he had realized during their evening out that he didn’t just love his daughter. He was in love with his daughter.
Phoebe wound her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with a passion matching his own. Her hands roamed over his shoulders as she tried to press herself more firmly against him. His lips left hers and trailed down her throat and across her chest to the swell of her breast.
His teeth closed on the flesh just above her nipple and he sucked hard. Phoebe gasped, her hands flying to close around the back of his head as her body arched against his. He lifted his head and looked at the dark purple bruise.
“Mine,” he said huskily. “You’re mine, Phoebe.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly. “I’m yours.”
His cock was throbbing with his need to be inside her, but tonight was for his beautiful daughter, his young lover. He licked her stiff nipple then sucked it into his mouth nursing it gently. His hand moved lower, sliding between her legs.
She was already wet and his rigid prick twitched and drooled against her thigh. He pushed two fingers into her tight cunt and began to fuck her slowly with them. She groaned and rocked her hips in time with his thrusting hand.
His mouth left her breast and traveled across her flat stomach. She quivered in anticipation as his tongue caressed her navel. He pushed another finger into her drenched pussy and continued to fuck them in and out. Phoebe moaned and began kneading her breasts. She rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and writhed against the pillows.
Increasing his tempo he slid a forth finger into her and then folded his thumb over and worked his hand into her tight, young cunt. He curled his fingers into a fist and pushed deeper. One of her hands left her breasts and caressed her abdomen before sliding between her legs. she ran her fingers across the top of her dad’s wrist and moaned loudly before beginning to rub the hard nub of her clit. Jake nosed her fingers out of the way and took her clit into his mouth sucking and nibbling.
“Daddy,” she whimpered as she bucked her hips. “Oh fuck. Daddy. Daaadddyyyyy!”
He let the contractions rippling through her vagina push his fist out and pressed his mouth against against the opening to drink the sweetness flowing out of her gorgeous young body. He moaned into her and lapped up the wetness. He lifted his head and looked up at her.
She lay still against the pillows, her eyes closed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Jake pushed her thighs up and apart. Her eyelids fluttered open as he lifted her hips and pressed his lips against the puckered, brown ring of her anus.
She gasped as his tongue circled the tight opening. He curled his tongue lengthwise and pushed it into her as far as he could. She threw her head back and arched her body as he started fucking her asshole with his stiffened tongue.
“Daddy, it feels so good,” she said huskily, rocking against his mouth.
He lifted his head and pushed up reaching for the jar of vaseline he‘d st on the night stand. He‘d already loosened the top and he tipped it off as he lifted it. Kneeling between her upraised knees, he dipped his fingers into the greasy salve then pushed one finger against her tight sphincter, She gasped and bit her lip as he started working it in and out. As she loosened up for him he pushed another finger into her and fucked them in deep.
When he was satisfied that she was ready for him he dipped his fingers into the jar again and slathered his cock with Vaseline. “Pull your knees up, baby,” he instructed.
Phoebe obeyed and and his fingers closed around the shaft of his throbbing prick and he slowly pushed it into her tight ass. Her sharply indrawn breath hissed loudly through her clenched teeth as her tight little asshole stretched to accommodate his thick cock. He withdrew an inch or two and then thrust into her burying the entire length of his penis in her.
As he began to thrust into her faster and harder he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. When he felt her fingers prodding his cock as she rubbed her pussy, he opened his eyes and looked down at her again. .He watched her fingers slide through the pink folds faster and faster as her breathing grew ragged.. She rocked up to meet his hard thrusts and he leaned forward and pounded his cock into her tight ass.
“Phoebs,” he said hoarsely, his breath hissing through his teeth.
“Uh huh,” she whimpered. “Daddy, cum in me. I want to feel you cum in my ass.”
Jake fucked her hard and fast, each powerful thrust rocking her body. Phoebe tossed her head back and forth on the pillows. “Cum for me, Daddy. Cum. Cum.” she panted breathlessly as her body arched and she groaned loudly.
Jake pressed her legs up and farther apart and pounded his cock into her, growling as his balls drew up and let go, His semen roared through his throbbing member and burst from the tip flooding her bowels with one long rope of cum after another.
He collasped onto her and she held him tightly. “I love you, Daddy. I love you so much.” She rained kisses over his face as his breathing slowed and his cock softened until it popped out of her anus with a soft plop.
He rolled onto his side facing her and gathered her in his arms. He kissed her gently and smoothed her damp hair back from her face. “I love you, Phoebe,” he said quietly. “Happy birthday, kitten.”
She smiled sleepily and snuggled into his arms. Jake kissed her forehead and closed his eyes.

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My Niece Amber Part 3

Part 3
Before she passed, my wife Lisa and I had what most would describe as a pretty exciting, adventurous sex life. I thoroughly enjoyed tying her up and forcing her to do things she might not normally do. The thought of unexpectedly ramming my cock deep into her throat or ass or slipping a finger into her pussy in public and seeing her reaction kept me going. I used those memories often after she was gone and I was alone. Now, standing before me, was my eighteen year old niece Amber, a spitting image of my Lisa, naked as the day she was born, and my perfect blackmail tool a few feet away.
Amber knew there wasn’t much point in putting up a fight, she had lost the control. So she didn’t even hesitate when I told her I wanted to watch her finger herself for a bit. She lied right down on my bed, spread her legs, and began rubbing that beautifully shaved clit of hers. This was obviously not the first time she had touched herself and she expertly slipped finger after finger into her now very swollen cunt. I simply sat back and watched as her pace quickened and she began moaning in pleasure. I was amazed at how wet she had become in such a short time and her fingers glistened with each stroke. She had been through a lot today so I let her continue until she was clearly on the edge of a massive orgasm. Before long, Amber arched her back and she began to shake uncontrollably, screaming at the top of her lungs that she was cumming. While still rolling and panting in ecstasy, I jumped.
Before having a chance to react, I had grabbed Amber, forced her on her stomach and had her arms tied to the lines I had earlier placed on the bed posts. Not happy with what was happening, she twisted and turned, trying to get loose but I had prepared well. Grabbing one leg at a time, the remaining lines were attached and within minutes, Amber was securely fastened to the bed, face down. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that I had been transported back in time and that it was my wife lying there. Everything was near identical.
I reached gently down between her spread open legs and quickly felt just how wet she still was. As I slid my fingers into her soaking pussy she tried to pull away but all it took was one touch of her clit to begin bringing her back to reality. Her cunt was still sensitive to the touch and it wasn’t long before I began to hear Amber moan and feel her pushing down onto my fingers. I was in pure heaven.
Not letting her get too close to cumming again, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and immediately moved them to her mouth. She hungrily sucked at her juices and before long, my fingers were pulled from her mouth and replaced by my raging cock. She fought off the intrusion at first but a quick, hard smack on her ass brought her back to reality. I was not going to let her suck my cock though. She had already done that many times on her terms. As I grabbed her head, I began slowly forcing my cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper with each stroke. With everything that had gone on so far, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. And as I quickened my pace and heard Amber gag as my cock was forced into the back of her throat, I felt like I was going to explode. Wanting to see the result this time, I quickly pulled out of her mouth, keeping it forced open, and stroked my raging cock until stream after stream of my hot cum landed in her open mouth, on her beautifully sculptured face, and in her blond hair. It seemed to last forever and after I had finished, she was covered. I reached down and scooped a load of my still warm cum from her face and, forcing her mouth open again, proceeded to slowly feed her what hadn’t made it to her mouth. I must say, I was quite impressed that she took each load, swallowing every last drop without a word.
Typically, it would take me a good twenty to thirty minutes to get hard again but the sight of this angel, tied to my bed and me knowing what I had in store for her, I was hard again in minutes, much to my pleasure. Climbing around behind her, I loosened the lines on her legs just enough to allow me to grab her hips firmly and pull her to her knees. She obviously knew what was coming next and she once again tried to reason with me, begging me not to take her virginity and that she would do anything I asked. Positioned between her spread legs, I could just make out her still soaking wet pussy and her very tightly clenched asshole.
As much as I wanted to simply plunge my cock deep into her, I knew that I would enjoy the experience of taking her virginity so much more if she asked me to, and there was only one way that might happen. So once more, I reached down and slowly began massaging her clit with the tips of my fingers, slipping in a finger or two into her pussy or tight little ass when her body took over and she began to moan. I slid down between her legs and grabbed onto her hips and forced her cunt down onto my waiting tongue, driving it deep and lapping up her sweet juices. With every lick of my tongue and every probe of my finger in her swollen twat and ass, I could feel her excitement grow and knew that another orgasm was building deep inside her hard, teenage flesh. While still fingering her clit and building on her orgasm, I quickly repositioned myself behind her again.
“Do you like the way that feels Amber? Do you like the way your Uncle is playing with your clit? I can feel you’re getting close, aren’t you? Do you want me to keep going?”
“FUCK YES. Please don’t stop … pleeaaasse. I’m going to cum again soon. Just don’t stop.”
“I want to cum again too Amber. Maybe I’ll stop and move …”
“No … PLEASE don’t stop. Oh god, it feels like I’m going to explode. Right there … that’s the spot … keep going … please don’t stop.”
This was exactly where I wanted to be and Amber was putty in my pussy soaked hands. I kept pushing my agenda, using her building orgasm as collateral.
“Well then, lets cum together. You want your Uncle to feel what you’re feeling don’t you? You want your Uncle to cum as well right?”
“Yes …. just … don’t … stop … what … you’re … doing.” She could barely get the words out of her mouth as I forced my fingers into her.
“Do you want me to fuck you then? Do you want me to slide my hard cock into your pussy just as your cumming? Do you want to feel your pussy stretched wide and my cock deep in you while you’re cumming?”
“Yes … just make me cum … pleeeaaase !!!! I can’t take it any more. Make me cuuuuummmmmmm !!!! That’s it …. I’m … I’m ….”
Without missing a beat, my hand left her exploding cunt and, grabbing my cock, I slammed deep into her soaking wet pussy. I doubt she even felt her hymen break. I had never seen an orgasm like it. With each stroke of my cock entering her, she would seem to explode once again, screaming at the top of her lungs for me to push harder and push deeper. She buried her head in a pillow to try and muffle her screams of pleasure but they still reverberated throughout the room, encouraging me on. Spasm after spasm fell over her. How I managed not to blow right there is beyond me but I kept ramming my dick deep into her, feeling my balls slapping the top of her shaved pussy. By this time, she had managed to pull free from one of the remaining two lines and she instinctively reached back and grabbed hold of my throbbing balls, massaging them as I continued to stretch her apart. That was pretty much all she wrote for me and I knew that, in one or two more strokes, I would be unloading a massive surprise into her waiting hole. Incredibly, she was still cumming as I grabbed her hips hard for those final few pushes.
With one stroke remaining, I heard Amber scream out in pain but by then it was too late for me as I continued to ram my cock into her, feeling my cum pulsing through my shaft towards her extremely tight, waiting hole. Looking down I quickly understood why she was screaming but I couldn’t stop. The site of my cock, rammed deep into her ass was more than I could handle and I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her hard towards me, forcing every last inch of my cock into her no-longer-virgin ass, and filling her with glob and glob of my hot, sticky cum. Amber collapsed under me, panting heavily, and began to twitch uncontrollably. She curled up into a ball and began to sob. I thought she was still in pain from the unplanned ass fucking but she looked up at me and through her tears, whispered the words thank you.
The next couple of hours was a bit of a blur to me as I tried to recreate some of the best memories I had with my wife, with Amber. I made sure to never cross that ‘line’ with my wife, and I tried to do the same with Amber as well but, given the circumstances, there were a few times I didn’t even bother to check if she was enjoying it all. I never bothered to tell her that I had also recorded our entire episode. Wasn’t much need of it after that night. By that time, she was my sex slave and only lusted after one thing, those orgasms. She did anything I asked and it didn’t matter to her how she got there, just as long as she could relive that feeling.
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Watching Our Sexy Daughter

Watching Our Sexy Daughter

.”Watch us daddy!”
that’s how it first started. My girlfriend and I wanted my dad and mom to watch us dance. We loved to dance around and watch my mom and dads reaction to us. We had a big living room and we would spin around, do backbends, lift our legs high and do anything sexy to get my their reaction. I told my girlfriend in private, to watch my dad pants and see if he would get an erection, and watch my mom to see if she put her hand between her legs and rub her pussy.

. It became a game with us to make them aroused. If we didn’t see a bulge forming in his pants, or my mom feel her own tit’s a little, we got bolder until they did. If that meant getting real close to them and touching them on the arms or sitting on their laps for a quick tease, we did it. We got very excited doing this, and we liked the horny feeling we got.

. After a while my girlfriend and I would do our sleepover and finger ourselves while freshly thinking about seeing my parents get horny. We would whisper how big my dads boner looked and how my mom would squirm as she watched us. We bet we made them so horny he was probably fucking my mom right now. We did this many times but we wanted more now and we got bolder.

. My mom would just smiled as she got turned on watched us. Mom looked like a perfect copy of me. We were the same size and my tits were growing to be as big as hers. They sat together and she would rub my dads leg and squirm as we danced for them. My girlfriend said she bet we were turning my mom on real good. Now they both would put on their robes when we practiced our dance routines. I loved turning them both on, It turned me on too.

. It was kinda crazy. The three of us were all sexually attracted to each other, and that was the way it was.

.I acted as sexy as I could just to watch them both get aroused by me. They began to whisper during our dancing and smiled at us.
Mom and dad talked in private
.
Dad
.“She is so damn sexy I can’t help but get an erection. You can tell she gets excited when I do. She has started rubbing up against me in the kitchen now and I see her rubbing on you too.”
Mom
“Oh yes, she sure has. She rubs her arm against my tits and lightly feels my hips and ass. I get so wet and hot, it‘s so hard not to feel her sexy body in return.

.I fantasize about finding a way to get her in bed right between us. I notice she gets as turned on as we do, she gets wet too, I‘ve seen it. I want to play with her so bad. I’d love to finger her and make her orgasm real good. She keeps checking to see if we are getting turned on, you for an erection and me for my hand between my legs. She keeps getting bolder and bolder, soon I bet she‘ll make a move on us both. She wants some sex play. I can just tell, and I can‘t wait.

. She’s just as horny as I was at that age. My mom and dad wouldn’t play with me, but I could make my dad get a hardon real easy. He would get red in the face and check to see where mom was. If it was clear, he’d close his eyes and let me rub his hardon for just a few minutes. I think he then went in the bathroom to jack off. I went in my bedroom, locked the door to finger my pussy.

.She’s so ready to do a strip for us, I can see it in her eyes as she wants to take her clothes off and let us look and her fine body. She’s just like me at that age and what I would have wanted to do. Maybe if we start fondling each other she‘ll just join in. All this is making me so damn horny, I just love it!”

My mom brought home little dance outfits for me to wear. They were very sexy and short. Now that I had gotten tits, she would help me dress. She would adjust and adjust them to get them just right. It felt so good as her fingers touched my tits.

One outfit they liked was a tiny top, actually to small, and a lot of my tits bulged out around it. It had a very tiny skirt and she got me a tiny thong to go with it. I was almost naked but I felt so free when I danced. Nothing pulling on me when I did my splits and bends. The second time I wore it, they got a big blanked and put over them. I couldn’t see daddy’s boner
but I got something better.
…They were playing with each other under the blanket. I could see their hands move under it and that turned me on a lot. I felt so good feeling that I could turn both my parents on. We all three were getting so turned on .

.I’ll always remember that night.
A lot happened and it still makes me wet thinking about it.

My girlfriend and I were so hot we fingered ourselves to great orgasms
.but
we were still horny though. We snuck out of my bedroom to go listen as my mom and dads bedroom door.

 We heard my mom moaning slightly. We both got tingles in our pussy’s. We knew they were fucking and we could now hear them. We quick went back to my bedroom. My girlfriend ask me if I was wet in my pussy. I said yes, take a look. I pushed the sheet down and raised up my night gown. I open up my legs wide for her to see. Her face went into shock. She asked if she could touch the wetness. I said to go ahead. I felt her finger rub over my wet clit.

I had never had a girl do that to me before. A moan slipped out as my finger joined hers in feeling my pussy lips. “See how wet it is?” I said quietly. She said hers was even wetter. She slowly took off her panties and lay her hips down beside my face. We were now pussy to pussy. She lifted one leg up and showed me how wet she was and it even had dripped down her leg some.
…Now I got the shock as she fingered her own clit slowly. She and I were slowly fingering me, so I joined her finger in fingering her. Now we were fingering our selves and each other. This was a first for both of us and we were the most turned on we’d ever been. We couldn’t stop and it began to build up in us. We just kept on as we felt a bigger orgasm coming and just let it happen.
…We tried to moan quietly as it hit us. To watch close up a girl orgasm inches from my face make my orgasm the best I ever had. I watched both our fingers rub her pussy. The wetness and the clicking sound was awesome as I watched her pussy drip it’s juice. We wanted more of this and planned our next play session.

We talked about our urge to lick us down there like the porn we had watched. We decided we would do that, next time. We were both shaking with excitement. The girls in the porn videos moaned beautiful and enjoyed it so much, we wanted to try it. It was so risky and daring, we could hardly wait.

The next day my girlfriend called and said to meet her at a remote restroom at school. I went in and we checked to make sure no one was in there but us. We went in a stall and locked the door. She whispered that she needed a finger job and lifted up my school uniform skirt. She pulled my panties a side and found my clit. I did the same to her. We closed our eyes and thought about our hot night last night. It was so hot doing this I felt an orgasm coming on fast.
…She did too and we pulled us close together and rubbed or clits. I moaned quietly first as she joined me right away. Our legs shook a little as the great feeling shot through our pussy’s. My pussy felt good all the rest of the day


We met many times at that restroom. We stopped wearing panties on the day’s we met and one time she had her ’little friend’ in her pussy. It was a little dildo she hid in her pussy that day. She had one for me too. We worked them in and out of us like a guys boner and rubbed our clits at the same time
it was wonderful and exciting.

.That weekend she couldn’t come over for our ’special’ licking session, and so I did a dance for my parents alone.

 I felt extra horny and started doing a slight strip for them. They whispered to me to keep that up. I teased them and let the tops of my tits show. I loved watching them both get so turned on. I got closer to them and started taking the little dance costume off. I saw lots of movement under their usual robes and blanket. I watched mom’s eyes close and a little moan come from her. I think dad was fingering her. With mom’s eyes closed I leaned over and felt my daddy’s face.
.. He was warm and smiled at me so sexy. I saw the big tent between his legs and I started to really get wet. He took one hand and felt my face softly. I shivered and got a feeling in my pussy. I had never had one of those before. Mom still had her eyes closed and seemed like she was in a fantasy land somewhere. I saw lots of movement between her legs with the blanket moving. I took dad’s hand and move it to my tits. Now his eyes closed. I wanted under that blanket so bad to feel his tenting cock.

Mom slowly opened her eyes and smiled big it me. She moved the blanket and sat me down between them. I was so out of breath with anticipation as to what was going to happen next. They both cover us all up with the blanket.

 We all had a long talk. They told me how wonderful my dances were and how it make their sex life so hot. My dad still was feeling my tits and now mom joined him. They pulled my tiny top down and both felt me more. Dad said he knew my boyfriend had just move away and I was getting no sex. They wanted me to have sex like them and get the thrills they were. I was getting so wet as they felt my tits and nipples.

The said they have an idea that can give me some wonderful sex like we have. Come with us into our bedroom and we’ll show you what we mean.

.My heart was beating so fast as we all stood up and they walked me to their bedroom. They left the lights off except for a night light. They both began to undress me, kissing me and my body both. I got new chills and I felt dizzy. We all got naked. I had never seen them naked and my dads big boner was so hot looking. He let me feel it my mom’s tits too. That made me hot I was shaking in my tummy.

.We all got in the bed with me in the middle. My dad said to just relax and enjoy. My mom whispered how beautiful I looked and how sexy my tits were. I lay there just letting them play with me. I had never been this horny and excited in my life all at once. I told them my girlfriend and I fingered each other while we had no boyfriends at this time. They got all excited and want all the details.
…I told them and how exciting is was. All this time they felt my body and kissed my tits and nipples. I had major jitters as their fingers came closer and closer to my pussy. Mom took my hand and placed on dads boner.

I almost orgasmed as I felt it. She took my other hand and placed it on her wet pussy. I loved the feeling of her wet bush as my pussy quivered inside. Mom whispered that we can do anything we want in here, so feel free to do anything you have an urge to do.

.My list of urges was getting to be a long one by now. I started with dad’s boner. It was bigger than my last boyfriends and I love feeling it. I felt it all over and stroked it. My other hand felt moms pussy and her big clit. I loved rubbing it and making her jump and moan. Both their hands were on my pussy now and they sure knew hot to make me tingle and get very wet.

My strongest urge was with feeling dad’s hard boner. As a young girl I had gotten a crush on my dad and had wanted him to feel me up and more, but he never did. Now was my chance to satisfy that urge. I got on top of my daddy and put his boner between my wet legs. I clamped my legs together on it. Mom felt us both and she was making us all hot with her feels. Dad’s nice hands felt my back and hips. Mom felt my tits real good and kissed them real hot.

.I thought about my girlfriend and how she would love to be me right now. I thought
maybe someday I let her take my place and they can make her this hot.

I started sliding down on my dad.
Mom thought


There she goes, just what I would do. I wanted to lick and suck my dad’s cock so bad when I was her age, and now I get to watch her do it. While she’s busy down there, I’m putting my pussy up to dad’s face. I’m putting my face close to hers get a close up of her sucking his cock. I want dad to lick me like I had wished my dad would have done to me, so many times. I just knew he jacked off thinking about fucking me, so I timed it so when I was sure he was. I would finger myself to a great orgasm thinking about us fucking together.
Dad was thinking
.

It’s hard to believe she’s doing this. I’ve fucked her mentally while fucking mom, many times. Mom knew I did and acted like her to give me a real hot thrill. Mom fantasized I was her dad, and I was finally fucking her. I whispered and called her by her teenage nick name to make her moan real long. Now I watched our daughter sucking my cock for our first time.

Oh my
here comes mom’s pussy for me to lick. I must have died and gone to heaven. Mom is so wet and excited, I’ve never seen her clit so sensitive when my tongue touches it. She loves it when I make her cum by sucking and licking on her nice clit. I can’t take much more of this
my balls are so ready to cum

Daughters thoughts


I’m going to give dad the best blow job and feel him cum in my mouth
mom is helping me by feeling all over us both. Dad is mine this time mom, I want it all. I can get almost all of his cock in my mouth…now up and down as I feel his balls. He’s getting ready
.he’s moaning
go daddy cum for me
now!

I felt the first jerking blast fill my mouth. Mom moaned as she must have climaxed as dad licked her clit. Dad kept shooting and moms hips were face fucking dad. I fingered myself and it was a big one. I massaged my G spot as my super orgasm shook me hard. We all three jerked and moaned
.oh my god
my first swallow of dads cum. I shook all over as mom took over and now she got her shots of his cum. We were all out of breath and moaning as mom and I licked dad, over and over. Dad just kept making mom jump with his licks to her clit.

.. I could have never ever guessed
.. it would be as good at this



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Author’s Notes[b]When In Rome isn’t exactly a series of erotic stories. When it’s completed, it will (hopefully) read more like a novel. Plot, subplots and all. There will be (on average) three separate scenes from three separate Point(s) of View (POV) per chapter. While every chapter will have sex in one form or another, every scene will not. If you want to skip through and only read the sexy bits, every chapter will be headed by listing which scene(s) in that chapter include sex.
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I hope you enjoy.
Each POV will be headed by the character’s name.
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CHAPTER ONE:
Scene 01: Appius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
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[center][b]APPIUS[/center]
Lykos was the most powerful man in Rome. And he wasn’t even a true fucking Roman.
His mother had been a Greek whore, but a beautiful one, gifted to Lykos’s father by a rival he’d later killed in his sleep.
His money wasn’t the reason he was respected, though he was rumored to have more than the Emperor. It was not his skill in battle (which was legendary, Appius knew all too well – he’d served with him in the Roman Army). Nor was it the five vicious, sword-wielding, murderous sons he’d fathered. Though they were legends of their own.
It was his whores. Lykos had the best whores in the world. He catered to every whim, every desire. Legal or not, moral or not
 you could get it from Lykos.
At least that’s what Appius had heard. It had been fifteen years since he’d last stepped foot in Rome. Almost that long since he’d seen his old friend. He was only here to
 pay a debt. Right a wrong.
It hadn’t been hard to find the find the place.
Mention Lykos’ name, and any man with two denari to rub together could give you directions. It wasn’t like you could pass by the building without knowing it was what you were looking for. His friend’s tastes had always verged on the obscene.
The front of the whore house was littered with stone statues; exquisitely carved women with round asses, full breasts and open mouths were crowded around a grotesque rendering of Hades, Greek God of the Underworld. His large stone head was thrown back to the sky in rapture; a stone woman was at his feet, her ass high in the air, her lips eternally circling the head of his cock. Near her knees were two more stone women, one with her face buried between the other’s legs. Various statues surrounded them, all engaged in some sexual act or another.
He’d arrived.
He gave his name to the guard at the door, and paid his way inside.
The air was thick with the the sweet heady scent of wine, and the sweeter smell of poppy smoke. There was music, a hard beat on a drum. And there were women. Naked, all of them. Some were selling their wares right there at the entrance, begging, moaning, screaming as they got filled in every way he could imagine. Some were dancing, their soft skin oiled so that it shimmered in the firelight. Some danced on tables. Some danced chained in cages, pressing their breasts against the bars as they begged to be used by someone, anyone. Every girl was beautiful. Every girl was young. Most looked barely old enough to marry, let alone be selling their cunts in a place where the proprietor claimed to be descended from Hades himself.
“Finally made it back to Rome, I see.”
Appius turned to find his old friend. Age had been kind to the man; he only had a few scars and a head of gray hair to show for the nearly fifty years he’d managed to live.
Appius gripped Lykos wrist as they shook hands. “And in one piece, no less. All I heard on the way back were tales of Hades’ spawn and his famous whores.”
“See anything you like?”
He looked around, but he knew he’d already seen exactly what he wanted. He pointed to a little slut in the middle of the room, apparently glorying in the attention she was getting from her audience.
Lykos’ smile grew wider, and he laughed. “You always had a good eye. Come.”
They rested on twin high-backed chairs as another man rushed off to procure the whore. She turned as she realized she was wanted, her body damp with glistening oil and a little sweat. She pushed her hair, light red – almost blonde, out of her face and bit her bottom lip as she watched him. He watched her too. She was young enough, new enough to the game to still look sweet. Her body was slim and soft, and he could see the firm hint of muscle in her belly, just above her tiny, almost hairless little cunt. He reached for her as she came to him, just grazing his fingers over her pussy. Her breasts were small, but they were firm, and her little pink nipples were already hard.
“You like her? She’s called Callia.”
Callia, his pretty little whore, was already wet as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her little pink tongue darted over her top lip as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes.
“I like her very much.” Appius worked his finger into her tight little hole, and then deeper as she gasped.
Callia giggled as Lykos slapped her ass.
“Come here, show my friend what you’ve learned.”
She smiled, both proud and excited, as she dropped to her knees as Lykos’ feet. He adjusted his robes, and the girl wrapped her lips happily around the head of his cock. After a few strokes of her tongue, she winked at Appius, and he watched, cock throbbing, as she took the other man’s cock between her pretty little lips. She was on her knees, but she spread her legs wide open as she took his cock deep into her throat. He heard her soft moan as she took it all, her little hips rocking in pleasure as her mouth hit his pelvis. Little slut had swallowed the whole thing. And she wasn’t finished.
She bobbed her head back and forth, fucking his cock with her throat in quick strokes. Her little cunt was glistening wet. She barely took time to breathe.
“That’s enough. Off.”
She pouted as she sat back on her heels, her eyes still longingly fixated on her boss’s cock.
Lykos nodded his head toward Appius. “Now him.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she climbed over to sit between his knees.
She grinned at Lykos as her fist circled Appius’ cock. “Yes, Father.”
He barely had time to react. Her mouth was already on his cock, her expert little tongue working over his shaft, getting him wet and ready for her mouth. His cock throbbed as she placed a soft little kiss on the head, and he glanced over at Lykos as she began to slide him down her throat.
“Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Forgot to mention that, did I?”
“Wasn’t aware you had a daughter.” Appius groaned as she guided him past her mouth, hands curled into fists as the tip of his cock worked its way into her hot, tight little throat. He thrusted his hips up, just the slightest bit, to feel her tighter around him.
“Its been awhile. I didn’t have her when you last saw me.”
He looked down at the little whore at his feet, his cock sliding between her full little lips as her father watched. “And how is it a daughter of yours is on her knees sucking cock in a whore-house? I find it hard to believe your wife would allow it.”
“She doesn’t belong to Lyssanda. Whose dead, by the way.”
That made more sense. The slut had fair skin, big blue-green eyes, light hair. Even more telling, she was, as far as he could see, pleasant to be around. Obviously not Lyssandra’s child. He fucking hated Lykos’ wife. Always had. Couldn’t say he was sorry to hear that. He doubted Lykos was either.
He groaned as her hand cupped his balls, her mouth fucking his cock at a furious pace. He was too close, and he was enjoying this far too much to let her taste his cum this soon.
He slapped her hard across the cheek and fisted his hand in her hair. “Slow the fuck down.”
She jerked. Her watery eyes lowered away from his as her father laughed. Her cheek bloomed with the red imprint of his fingers.
“Little whore gets too excited sometimes.”
She slowed. Obediently. He liked that in a whore. He leaned forward, rewarding her with soft slaps to her little tits. Her throat vibrated around his cock as she moaned, and tightened as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He slammed his cock harder down her throat as he stood up. He took her by the hair, and guided her head. He wanted it faster now. He looped her hair around his fist, pulling her hard, yanking her head back and forth as he set the pace. He could see the saliva, wet around her mouth as she gagged around his cock. Patrons and whores alike were watching him fuck her throat, and he liked it.
“You like that?” He asked her, knowing that she did. Her round little ass was up in the air, her hips rocking back and forth and her strangled, muffled cries carried over the music as his cock pounded into her little open mouth. He watched her eyes as his dick disappeared and reappeared past her lips, watched as her mouth stretched wide to take him. She was sucking hard, her little pink cheeks hollowing and her tongue worked fast little circles on the underside of his shaft even as she choked.
She sucked a dick like she was born to do it. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, pussy soaked; she loved it. Loved getting her face fucked in a room full of people, loved that she was being watched, that she was desired. He wondered if she liked that her own father was watching.
“Stay on your knees, lean back, open your mouth,” he commanded.
She obeyed. Her little breasts shook as she panted. Her eyes were watering from the assault on her throat, but she opened her mouth wide. She wanted his cum. She was desperate for it.
“Please,” she begged. She squeezed her tits with a soft little whimper as he stroked his cock. He was so close to her that his dick slapped against her lips as he pumped his fist over the length.
He groaned as he finally came. Thick cum hit her lips, her nose, her tongue. She whimpered, struggling to keep her mouth open. Her tongue twitched, she looked like she was fighting herself not to try to lick the cum off her lips. When he was finally spent, she closed her eyes, head tilted back. She trembled as he looked down at her, her pretty, lightly freckled face covered in his cum.
“Swallow it.”
She grinned as she obeyed. Her moans were soft, but he heard them, as she licked the cum off her lips.
“Good girl.”
She blushed as she got to her feet, and Lykos pulled her closer to him. His hand snaked up between her legs and pushed to of his fingers into her cunt. He head rolled back, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. Appius watched her thin, young little body shake as her father finger fucked her cunt right there in the open.
Lykos slapped her ass and beckoned to two of his guards. “Take Callia to be cleaned.”
Her eyes widened like she’d just remembered something and her hands flew to her mouth.
“Yes, yes. Your brother is waiting for you. Go.”
Her body shook as the guards took her by the arms. She looked afraid.
Appius had heard all about Lykos’ sons. There wasn’t a man in the country who didn’t fear them. Especially the eldest, Cassius. He’d met him, some fifteen or so years ago. He’d been a sullen, angry fourteen year old boy who wanted nothing to do with anything but a sword.
Apparently he’d grown into a fearsome man. He hadn’t expected anything less.
He felt sorry for the poor little whore if that’s where she was headed.
[center]CALLIA[/center]
Callia shifted, wincing as the stone floor dug hard into her knees. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. The chain attached to her metal collar was jingling; that’s how she knew how badly she was shaking. Her stomach churned, her was mouth dry. Tears gathered in her eyes. She was having trouble catching her breath.
She was chained to the bedpost of her oldest brother’s bed, and she’d been late getting to his room. She was supposed to be getting ready when her father had called her over to suck that man’s cock. She’d forgotten that Cassius was expecting her, but even if she hadn’t forgotten, it wasn’t like she could have told her father ‘no.’ Lykos expected complete obedience from all of the women he owned, and she was no exception. The fact that she shared his blood made no difference to him. Her mother has been a slave. That made her a slave as well.
Her brother’s slaves had been furious when she’d arrived late. They were usually gentle with her as they prepared her for him, but not this time. She wasn’t the only one who would be punished, even though it was her fault alone. So they’d bathed her with water far too close to scalding, scrubbed her skin with wire brushes until she was bright pink and begging them to stop. They had been gentle when they held her legs open to shave her, though. Cassius would have been livid if they’d marred her skin before he got his hands on her.
Now she knelt, freezing on the stone floor. Her skin had been freshly lotioned so it would be supple and soft under his hands, and his cane or whip. Her hair was still damp, curling softly around her face.
She trembled, from both cold and fear as the door opened. How angry would he be with her? She tried to keep her eyes trained on the floor, but he was undressing. He didn’t look at her or speak to her as he took off his clothing. He never did. It was their secret little game. She’d pretend like she wasn’t watching him, and he’d pretend like he didn’t notice. It was the only disobedience he allowed.
She dropped her eyes as he stalked over to her, as he stood in front of her. His cock was hard already, long and thick and curved slightly to the left, bigger than their other four brothers’ cocks. Even far bigger than their father’s. She reminded herself not to lick her lips. She had to obey, even though she craved him. Even though she was terrified of him.
He didn’t speak even as he unhooked the chain from her collar and jerked her to her feet. She could tell he was furious; his body hummed with pent-up rage and her stomach dropped into her feet. Would this be the day he lost control? Would this be the day she met the side of her brother that the entire Republic was terrified of? They were both frightened and reverent of him, Rome’s own personal God of Death in mortal flesh.
He pushed her hard against the apparatus he’d had made especially for her body, and strung her arms up and tied them high above her head with coarse ropes. She was facing away from him, her arms tied just high enough that she could barely stand on the tips of her toes. A belt circled her waist, preventing her from any freedom of movement.
She didn’t even have time to brace herself before the first blow. It was the cane. And it landed across the backs of her legs, just under her ass with a stinging thwack. She hissed in air, it felt like a line the length of the cane had been sliced with a straight razor. It burned, even more than usual, on her icy skin. She whimpered. Five more hits followed, each one harder and more painful than the last. Each accompanied by the sound of the cane hitting her flesh, and the burning, searing pain. She slipped, sagging against her ropes. Had it not been for the belt, she’d have hurt herself. Maybe separated her arm from her shoulder.
Her brother was against her back before she could find her footing, holding her still before the belt could dig into her skin. Her toes found the ground again as his lips found her ear.
“You disobeyed me, Callia. What was your order?”
She shivered against him. His skin was warm, hot even and she could feel his cock pressing hard against her back. “I was to go to work. To dance for the men, to let them touch me. To make them want me. But not to let them fuck me.”
His teeth grazed her neck. “So you remembered. I’d hoped you’d just forgotten.”
He pulled away from her, and the cane cracked hard against her ass. She bit down hard, but couldn’t keep from crying out. It hurt; it hurt so fucking badly on her soft, oiled skin. Her breasts heaved against the board, the material rough against her sensitive nipples. His cane worked up her back in strokes that seemed to grow harder with every count. By the time he reached her shoulders, she was choking back sobs.
His hand snaked around her body, and he caught her nipple between his fingers. At first it felt good and then he pinched harder
 twisted it between his thumb and forefinger until she cried out.
“Why did you disobey my order?”
She could taste her salty tears against her lips. She’d finally done it. “F-father commanded it. The man was his friend. He told me to suck his cock. I wouldn’t-”
He was back against her, his skin pressing hard against the welts that covered her skin. He kissed her neck before pulling away. He struck her again. And again. This time working his way back down starting at her shoulders. He criss-crossed the strikes over the last set. Her back, she knew, would look like a finely drawn grid. Every lash, every inflamed red strike, would be perfectly equidistant from the last. They would cross in the exact same place, every time. He was that controlled. That methodical.
“You wouldn’t what, Sis? I saw you. I watched. You were enjoying it. You loved that father was watching your face get covered in another man’s cum.”
Callia whimpered after a hoarse, tear-filled laugh. Her voice was raw. “Of course I did.
She tried to turn to face him. He moved so that he could look in her eyes.
“Thats what I was trained for. How old were you when you got your first wooden sword, Cassius? Before you had ever received one day’s training? I was far younger than that when I began mine. I was taught, and trained and educated on how to please. How to dance, how to tease. How to suck, how to fuck. I started so early I barely remember the early years. Of course I loved it. How could I not?”
She tensed as his hand neared her face, she never knew if he would stroke her cheek or slap it. He brushed away the tears on her face. She tried to ignore the hope that rose in her chest.
“Who owns you Callia?”
She gritted her teeth against the fear. She knew that answer he wanted. She also knew the truth. She could lie and please him. Or she could tell the truth. No one lied to Cassius.
“Father.” She admitted defiantly, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Father owns me. Body and mind. He controls when I eat, when I sleep, when I fuck, and if I get to live, Cassius. And daughter or not, if there is ever a day when I refuse him, he would not hesitate, nor even blink, as he killed me.”
Her brother’s body tensed against her, shaking and seething with anger and she knew she’d given the wrong answer. When his blue eyes met hers, she was paralyzed with fear. She’d never seen that much rage in one man’s face. She should have lied, she should have-
He jerked her face to his, their noses touched. His jaw clenched and she could feel his hand shaking, jerking with fury. But his voice was quiet. Calmer than she’d ever heard him. It was terrifying.
“Do you think I’d let that happen?”
Her body sagged with relief. She finally felt like she could breathe. She leaned her face against his, and his lips found the tears on her cheeks.
He licked away the salty tears on her face and stepped behind her. He kicked a step between her legs for her to stand on, and moved the belt up, holding her in place at the perfect height for

“Tell me, little sister. Do you think I’d let him?”
“No.” She breathed hard as he pushed her legs open. Her wrists were still tied, the coarse material chaffing her skin. She wasn’t wet, not yet. She’d been too afraid; but not afraid of being hurt. Afraid that she’d lost his favor.
He didn’t care. His cock was between her legs, and then, in one fast, painful, burning stoke he was inside her. She screamed against the board she was tied to as he filled her. His cock, it was so thick. So hard, it hit so deep inside her cunt. It even hurt when she’d had time to fully prepare, time to get wet
 But he liked it when it hurt her. Liked to force his way in dry and feel her cunt get wet around him. And she liked when she pleased him. She could feel his skin against hers as she stilled, and his mouth hot against her neck. His teeth dug at her skin as he stretched her tight little pussy to fit around him. Short strokes, never pulling out more than an inch.
His teeth grazed her ear. “That’s it Callia, just like that. I love feeling you get wet around me. So wet.”
He pulled back, leaving only the thick head of his cock in her pussy, and then drove it back in. Harder, faster than the first. He pressed his chest against her, and the welts from her beating burned and ached, but it didn’t matter. The pain didn’t matter because he was inside her, fucking her, pounding her little cunt while she screamed for him. It was worth it.
He was deep inside her when she felt him fumbling with the belt, could hear his frustrated gasps as he tore it off the board. He pulled out and spun her until she faced him. He stared into her eyes, bit at her lip and knelt to pick up his sword.
She shivered as he traced the razor sharp point up her belly, and up, between her breasts. He turned it horizontal, and held it to her throat as he slammed his cock back inside her. He stayed there still. Watching her, his blade to her throat.
Callia met his eyes, holding herself perfectly still. Still as a statue. And then she squeezed her cunt hard around his cock
 and smiled. She felt his cock jerk inside her, his muscles tighten as he stroked one more time. She knew what was coming. She wrapped her legs tight around his back, and his mouth covered hers as he cut the ropes that bound her wrists.
It had been a test. To see if she feared him in that moment. She’d passed.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her like she weighed nothing and threw her on the bed. And then he was on top of her, between her legs, cock once again buried in pussy. Where it belonged.
He wasn’t gentle. He slapped her face as he fucked her harder and deeper than any man ever had. He held her hands, still braceleted with rope, above her head, pining her still as he filled her, over and over. Her back arched off the bed as her legs began to shake, and she writhed underneath him.
“Cassius.. I’m-”
He kissed her neck softly before his hands moved to circle her throat. “I know. Cum for me. Cum with my cock inside you.”
His hands tightened on her throat as her cunt tightened on his cock. Her screams were muffled, and he choked her, hard, as her wet little cunt shook around his cock. Her eyes were wide open, watering as she struggled to breathe, struggled to scream
 but it was Cassius’ name on her lips as she came with her brother’s cock deep inside her.
He released her throat as she collapsed, breathless and smiling, back against the bed.
The door slammed open. She barely tilted her head until she she could see her brother. Well, a different brother. Marcus. The youngest of the boys, but still almost six years older than her.
“Cass, they’ve found another one. We need to leave now.”
Cassius ignored him. She smiled. He wasn’t done with her yet.
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Fucking Marcus.
He ignored his youngest brother as he drove his cock back inside his sister’s wet, still trembling cunt. She was breathless underneath him, pussy still gripping his cock hard, still shuddering with aftershocks. He’d wanted to taste her, kiss her mouth, bury his face in her neck as he filled her with cum
 but they had an audience now. He would not show his brother his weakness. He only had one. He’d kill anyone. Sit back and watch anyone be killed if he could gain from it. Brothers, father
 He hadn’t shed a tear or blinked an eye when his mother died. But he could not lose Callie. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. No one could know that. Because then she could be used against him.
They all fucked her. His father, all of his brothers. But she meant nothing to them. She was just a pretty toy to be played with. Something to amuse them, to pass the time.
He needed to hurt her. Needed Marcus to see. He hauled his hand back and slapped Callia hard across the face. He felt the slap himself. His palm stung, but she’d squeezed tight around his cock, and her hips pushed off the bed, driving her little cunt up to meet him.
He could hear himself, a low, steady growl barely audible over her frantic cries. Could hear the sound of his cock driving inside her, his balls slapping against her ass.
Her lips were full, red and swollen from his rough kisses. Her eyes were still watery and his hand print blazed red and angry on her cheek. Her throat was red and raw. He knew that tomorrow it would be bruised with the perfect impression of his fingers and every time he saw her he’d think about his hands on her throat and that look in her eye. Fuck, he needed to slow down. Slow.
He hovered over her, her back arching as she grinded against his cock. If he was the type to smile, this was one of the rare moments when he would. He turned to look at his brother, a look that had prompted many a man to turn tail and run. A look that promised a slow and painful death.
“Enjoying the show, Brother?”
Marcus shrugged. “Seen better. Done better, probably to the same whore.”
Cassius tensed. He was not going to kill his brother. He wasn’t. He repeated that to himself. Made it a mantra. “Get out Marcus. I’ll meet you downstairs when I’m finished. Go.”
Marcus was only twenty. And not that bright. But for once, he listened.
Cassius waited for the door to click shut, and this his mouth was on Callia’s.
He slid inside her, his pace still slow. But deep. If he slowed his strokes he could go so much fucking deeper inside her, drive it up until his sister’s pretty little eyes rolled back in her head.
“I love hurting you, Cal.”
She smiled. It was a weak, exhausted, sated smile and it made his fucking cock jerk.
He wrapped his hands around her throat. One last time. He tightened them as he impaled her, his hands catching the breath in her throat. He choked her, watching her gasp and struggle against him as he pounded her cunt, fucked it raw, made sure she’d be sore afterward. His cock throbbed inside her as he watched her face turn red. He could push it to the last second. She wouldn’t fight him. Even as his cock drilled her and she gasped for air and started to go limp and dizzy, she wouldn’t try to pry his hands off her neck.
She stared up at him, choking, and he stared down at her tear filled, bloodshot eyes. There was fear in her gaze. Of course. But there was something else, something he’d never seen in the eyes of another human soul, not even his brothers. Trust. No matter how badly he hurt her, she knew she was safe. He lov- Don’t even think it, Cassius.
He let her go, and she gasped and choked against his mouth as he came. He covered her body with his, spilling hot, thick cum deep inside his little sister’s soaking wet cunt. He could feel her shaking again, coming again with him, his mouth catching her screams as she did.
She was breathless, still whimpering as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“I want to kill them all Callie.” He finally admitted, his cock still buried inside her.
She looked up at him, exhausted and completely satisfied. “Who?”
“Every man I see inside your mouth. Inside your cunt. Or your ass. Every man that touches what belongs to me. And when I see you cum, screaming like that with another man inside you
 sometimes I want to kill you, too.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He kissed her lips.
“Never,” he promised.
“You want me all to yourself?” She grinned as if that were the craziest thing she’d ever heard.
“No.” He watched her tremble as he ground his hips against hers. “I still want to see you get fucked. But I want them to have to go through me, to know that the only reason they get to touch you is because I allow it. I want them to know that I own you.”
She bit her lip as she grinned up at him. “I’d like that.”
He sighed. There was work to be done. He pulled his cock out of her pussy slowly, watching her shudder. “Clean me up, Callie.”
She smiled and got to her hand and knees. She knelt between his legs and he stared at the patchwork of angry red welts on her back as she licked his cum and hers off his dick. He closed his eyes, reveling in her soft moans as she kissed and licked and sucked him greedily.
He stroked her face one last time as she helped him dress.
“Stay in here tonight, Callia. I’ll tell father that I wasn’t finished with you. I want you in my bed when I get home.”
She looked puzzled. Unsure. Scared, even. “You
 you want me to sleep in your bed?”
He kissed her forehead as she strapped his sword to his waist. “Yes. Now turn around. I want to see your back one more time before I leave.”

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