"No-"
Before I can finish my denial, he presses the head of the plastic phallus against my pussy, forcing it up into my slit and against my clitoris. The sudden vibration against my sensitive nub is way too much, and I try to pull away. Brock grabs my hand and holds me still, though. "If you move, I'll spank you more. Harder." I can't believe my brother is spanking me! I definitely can't tell Mom and Dad about this now!
Not wanting to endure more pain, I stay as still as I can. I let my brother smack my ass, feeling ashamed of being used by family like this. As I'm finally getting used to the vibration and starting to enjoy it, I can't help but wiggle a little bit, trying to make it press on just the right spot. "Mmm," I moan. My hips shift and move but just as the vibration hits just the right spot, Brock takes it away. I whimper in annoyance until I feel him slipping down my panties. His hand roughly plays with my pussy, my juices slicking up his skin. "You're so wet," my brother says. The camera flashes behind us.
Two of his fingers rest on each side of my clit and start to tweak it, rolling it. I gasp, my hips jumping as the electricity of his touch courses through my whole body. Removing his hand, he picks up the ruler and spanks me again. The sudden pain makes me cry out. "Stop it, you asshole!"
He hits me again. "You'll call me master if you want to get paid." Again, the plastic comes down against my skin, the stinging causing me to grit my teeth. With vibrator in hand again, he quickly fills my hole with it.
"Jesus!" I pound my fist against the table as I get used to the large machine being in me. Slamming it deep into my cunt, Brock uses his other hand to work on my clit. The vibration and stimulation is proving to be too much, and I know I'll orgasm soon. "Fuck, fuck!" I cry.
"Not until you cum first!"
I let out a choked wail as finally my tension gives in and my juices gush from my slit as I twitch and spasm through a roaring orgasm. Still, Brock fucks me with the vibrator, before pulling it out and pressing it against my clit again. I'm still so sensitive from my orgasm that the vibration nearly hurts. Pulling it away, he switches it off.
"Turn around and get on your knees."
I do as I'm told, looking with lust up into his deep brown eyes. I fall to the linoleum below me, slamming one knee a bit too hard, making me wince. Brock unbuttons and unzips his slacks, pulling them down. "Pull down my boxers."
My hands grasp the elastic band around his waist, pulling them down. The camera flashes. Remembering that I'm being watched, I blush. When his huge cock springs free, I can't help but gasp. I've never even seen someone so big!
"Suck it," he commands.
I nod, but he reaches down and grabs my braid. "Didn't I tell you to call me master?"
I choke back tears from the pain and humiliation. "Yes, master." Keeping his grip on my hair, he pushes my head forward toward his quickly growing cock. Lifting it up with one hand, I slowly stroke it. I open my mouth and lick the head, which makes the prick spring much more quickly.
Swirling my tongue around the head, I lap up his salty pre-cum. He groans happily, pulling at the base of my braid before pushing my mouth onto his cock. I quickly take the whole shaft down my throat, nearly choking but somehow holding it back.
Before we can really get into that, Paul tells Brock to hurry up. "We don't want you to cum in her mouth."
Pulling my braid again, Brock removes his cock from my mouth. "Stand up and lay on the desk."
"Yes, master."
My brother helps me up like a gentleman, and I lay flat on the desk. Lifting my legs up, I give the men a good view of my pussy and ass.
"Rub your pussy for the camera."
I do as I'm told, one hand holding open my cunt lips as I swirl two fingers from the other around my clit. Then, I use the whole hand to rub up and down my slit, enjoying the look of lust on all three men's faces. "I would like to be fucked now, master."
Brock raises his eyebrows, surprised that I'm getting into it. The cameramen move to get a better view while Brock inches toward me, pumping his huge cock to get it read for me. He spits into his hand, rubbing the saliva over his prick's skin.
Pressing his cock between my pussy lips, Brock rubs himself against me, pressing against my sensitive nub just right. I moan and pinch my nipple through the thick fabric of the uniform. Slapping his cock against me a few times, Brock then places the huge mushroom shaped head at my entrance and presses into me.
"Ssss," I hiss, breathing in slowly to manage the pain. He's much larger than he looks, and if he's not careful I could be ripped apart. The danger of the situation only makes it hotter for me, leaving me panting and wanting more. Slowly, Brock enters me inch by inch until he's finally fully nestled within my quim. I feel my vaginal muscles twitch against the invader, and watch his eyes roll back with each twitch. I consciously flex my muscles now, milking his cock as he gets ready to fuck me.
With his first stroke, he pulls out almost completely, only the head of his penis remaining inside of me. Slowly, he pushes himself back in. Again, faster this time. And again, and again, until his cock is pounding me fast enough for his balls to be audibly slapping against my ass while he fucks me.
He takes one of my legs, forcing me onto my side and my calf over his shoulder. The new position makes me feel even more pull, the pressure of his thickness driving me wild. He reaches over to grab my tits, and then my braid. Pulling on it allows him more power to fuck me harder and faster. The pain and pleasure mixing together is pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the orgasmic cliff, but I don't want to cum until he does. I want to feel his hot seed inside of me before I explode.
Letting go of my braid, he digs his nails into my back, scratching down my skin as he lets out a long, manly cry. I know he's about to cum, and I finally let myself loose as his cock twitches and the first gob of sticky cum hits my womb. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I shout, grabbing his arm and trying to move against him. I need it rougher! Harder!
Finally, as my orgasm subsides and the last of his sperm shoots within me, he pulls out. I feel the sticky mess dripping out of my cunt. Laying on my back again, I spread my legs wide as the camera clicks away, frame after frame of my cunt leaking Brock's ejaculate.
The men hand me a towel as my brother goes off to the bathroom to clean himself up. "So," I say with a wicked smile on my face. "How did I do?"
Paul glances at Harry and shrugs. "We'll cut you a check for $1000, and we'll need your phone number. We'd definitely like to use you again in the future. I'm sure your brother wants that, too. I hear that he's wanted to fuck you ever since your parents got married."
Brock comes out, and I give him a surprised look. He just grins. He set this whole thing up!
His Black Taboo Bimbo
A Forbidden, Interracial and Bimbofication Tale
Victoria Ward
Jacinda Loose preens herself in the bathroom. Her long black hair bounces with every movement she makes. When she steps out of this bathroom, she'll be stepping into a world her mother never thought she'd be in.
Laying some pink lip gloss on her large lips, she smacks them together and tries out a smile. Friendly but professional, just like she practiced all last night. Jacinda presses her hand down her body, checking that her sweater lays right on her large hips. She checks out her ample cleavage and then does up one more button so she doesn't look like she's selling her body. No, Jacinda is here to sell her brain.
Applying for an internship at a bioengineering firm scared the hell out of her, and even as she walks out of the bathroom and back into the lobby, her heart is fluttering fast. This isn't the time nor the place to look sexed up. Especially when the man interviewing her used to be married to her mother.
For Jacinda, though, it's hard not to look too sexy. There's just so much about her body that is made for touching and groping. Big hips, big lips, and big tits. The holy trinity, as her mother used to say, and extremely annoying for someone who just wants to do her job.
Jacinda smiles at the woman at the
front desk. She's black too, and seeing a face similar to her own makes Jacinda feel like she really belongs here. The secretary was even kind enough to point out that she was looking a little wild.
“Thank you again,” Jacinda whispers.
The woman nods and smiles, then points to a row of chairs. They're plastic, but not the cheap ones you normally see at doctor's offices. “He'll be ready for you soon.”
The whole room is sterile and smells a little bit like formaldehyde. On the table in front of the chairs is a selection of magazines. Jacinda leans over and shuffles through them until she finds Psychology Today.
She flips through the pages, trying to distract herself while she waits. With one leg crossed over the other, her foot shakes impatiently. It's a bad habit she picked up from an auntie when she was little.
After studying the same ad for 5 minutes, a man steps into the lobby from behind the glass doors that lead into the rest of the facilities. He chats with the secretary in hushed tones for a few moments while Jacinda watches. The secretary points to Jacinda, and the man glances at her and nods before saying something that makes the secretary blush and giggle. Jacinda knows exactly who that is, and his womanizing ways don't surprise her at all.
With gray hair only peppered with black, you'd think that Dane Somers should look old. Instead, he looks like he could be a fitness model. His face barely has any wrinkles, too. He must still work out and eat right because Jacinda is finding it hard to hold back her arousal. This is a work interview, get ahold of yourself! And you know how he left your mom the second some better piece of ass walked by. When Dane was only 20 years old, he started this research facility and got it off the ground. Now that he's 56, it's the leader in bioengineering studies in the United States.
Once the secretary stops giggling, Dane turns to Jacinda and calls for her. She stands up, pushing her sweater down once again before walking over to the man,
“It's a pleasure to see you again! Your resume is extremely impressive.”
“Thank you! I've worked hard to set high goals for myself, and I always meet them.”
“That much is clear.” He smiles with exceptional warmth. Something about this man just exudes charisma. “How's your mother?”
Easily hiding her urge to tell him the truth, she smiles. “She's just fine. Busy, but fine.”
He nods toward the door. “Come on, let's go sit down and chat.”
Jacinda finds her shoulders loosening and her stress headache going away. There's no reason to be scared of this, I've got this in the bag! And indeed, her interview goes very well.
Dane pauses, holding up his glasses as he reads the end of the paper in his hand. “Well, that's the last of the questions, Jacinda. I'm again very impressed by you. I think you will make a perfect intern if you're still interested. I might even hire you at the end of your three months, if you can schedule a date between your mother and I.”
Jacinda's heart throws itself at her chest, making herself momentarily light-headed. She smiles wide, revealing white teeth. “I would be honored!” Surely Mom will suffer through a date to see me succeed!
Dane holds out his hand, and Jacinda takes it. She practiced for weeks with her friends, trying to get the perfect handshake. Strong, firm, but still womanly.
“Well, the last thing for today is a tour of the office. Are you interested? I can't show you everything we're working on, since some things are government contracts.”
“Of course, I understand.”
“Great! Well, come on.” He stands up and Jacinda fully realizes then how handsome Dane is. Maybe it's the wave of dopamine after the weeks of stress, but Jacinda is feeling really good now.
Dane is taller than her by a lot, his teeth straight and white. But the real kicker is those icy blue eyes. She could stare into them for days and not be bored.
They both walk down a long, empty hallway before going through another set of glass doors. “This is where the magic happens,” Dane says, stopping at a 4 way intersection. He points to the lab in front of him on his left. “That lab is run by Eleanor Defoe. It's heavily guarded, and you won't be working in there without extensive training. She's been working on uses for anthrax, and we've had some big breakthroughs lately. Ah, and this one,” he points at the lab on the right. Inside, three men are laughing and pointing at a TV hanging in the corner. “They're on break right now, but they're working on using cancers to help those with degenerative diseases. I think you might fit in well there.”
“I see,” Jacinda says, wondering if there are any women in that lab. Working only with men kind of scares her more than it should.
“We also have two labs working on growing kidneys and other organs. There's a lot for you to do here.” They walk down the hallway on the right, to a lab surrounded by frosted glass windows. “And this is my lab.” He opens the door and lets Jacinda walk through first. “Here, we are studying supposed aphrodisiacs and their effect on the body.”
Jacinda steps up to the white table, glowing with light beneath the glass. There are medical papers as well as doodles and notes on shell fish. On one of the walls is a case with vials of liquid in different colors, most of them shades of red.
“So, what? Are these love potions?” She says with a grin, walking up to them. They have long names that correspond to some of the papers on the desk.
“Something like that,” Dane replies with a laugh. He brushes past her, bumping into her lightly. Her shoulder presses against the shelf and makes the glasses rattle, their pretty liquids swirling within them. “Here, we just made this video explaining what we do. We're going to send this out when we ask for more funding.” He pulls up the video on the computer and then turns on the TV hanging in the corner of the room.
Jacinda leans against the glass cabinet as she watches Dane and those who work with him explain the purpose of their work. 'Bringing people together', 'solving social ills with feelings of love', weird things like that. Jacinda thinks she'll be better off working with cancers than here.
A sudden burst of shouts erupt from the other end of the building. The shadows of what looks like three men go running by. Dane and Jacinda look at each other wide eyed as the video continues to play. Two more men go running by, one stopping to burst into the room.
“A fire started in the cancer room!”
“Shit,” Dane says, throwing the TVs controller on the desk. “Stay here! I'll be back!” He pushes past her again, this time shoving her hard into the shelves. The bottles rattle again, one clinking over and spilling onto Jacinda's head. She tries to get Dane's attention and ask for a towel, but his cell phone is pressed against his ear and he's out the door before Jacinda can say another word.
She sits down in one of the comfortable chairs and pulls one of the medical papers over to her. She tries to read it, but the occasional shouts and then the sound of firetrucks keeps her from focusing. Not to mention, the strange liquid is making the skin on her scalp tingle.
Her body is starting to feel hot. Pulling off her sweater, she's left in just her tank top. Her tits are spilling out, but she already has the job so who's going to complain now?
Jacinda's breathing becomes shallower, and by the time Dane comes back into the room she's leaning back and fanning herself with the papers from the desk.
“Are you alright?” He asks, coming to her side. He touches her shoulder and notices it's wet. Looking around the room, his eyes fall on the red liquid spilled on the floor next to the shards of glass that once held it.
“Did... you didn't get that on you, did you?” Jacinda looks up at Dane and is suddenly full of affection for him. She wants to pull him down and hug him, cuddle with him for hours.
“I did. What the hell is it? I'm burning up!” She's considering pulling off her tank top now and just letting Dane see her body. He won't mind, right?
“Shit, one thing after another... We have to quarantine you. You just dosed yourself with one of the most potent aphrodisiac mixes I have made, and it's barel
y tested. Not only that, but you probably got a dose a couple hundred times higher than what I would recommend.”
“Oh,” she says. She looks down and watches her breasts rise and fall with each breath. It's interesting, and sexy. They're also aching. She presses her hands under them and massages them while Dane watches. His pale face turns bright red.
“I'll, uh, get out of your way and come back when you're feeling better.”
“Wait!” She says, standing up. Her head is spinning. “Stay with me, Daddy! I'm scared!” She pulls Dane closer to her, pressing her body against his. Holding onto him tight, a few tears fall from her eyes. They smell like roses.
“You shouldn't call me Daddy. I really have to go. If I don't leave soon, you'll become attached to me-”
Jacinda rubs her hand up and down his leg, cooing into his ear. “Please, stay with me,” she pants. Her soft lips rub against his ear lobe and her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. “I want to call you Daddy, too. That's what you are, isn't it? You used to be my dad. I remember listening to you fuck my mom and touching myself.”
“Jesus,” He pushes her away and steps closer to the door. “You're not aware of what you're doing. This is just the aphrodisiac.”
“How do you know? Maybe you just have me all hot and bothered. Maybe I'm just naturally turned on by you.” Jacinda unbuttons her pants and slides a hand down the front of them. “Mmm, I'm so wet for you.”
Dane looks at the door again, then locks it. Jacinda pounces onto him, kissing him hard and savoring his taste. He grabs her hair, pulling her head back before biting into her dark neck. It's salty from her sweat.
“Bite harder, Daddy,” she moans, the words caressing his ear and making his body tingle. His hands shake. It's been over a year since he's had sex, and his body might know what to do but his brain is scared. It's terrified of this sexy woman, begging for him.
Her hands dig into his lab coat. She tugs at the fabric and clings to him as he walks her over to the desk and lifts her so she can sit on it. His hands grab her thick, juicy thighs and spread them wide. His finger softly wiggles against the fabric of her pants, moving just enough to send waves of pleasure from her clitoris through the rest of her overheating body.
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