by Sasha Scott
Her soft hands rubbed against his thighs as she looked up at him with those sensual eyes, her bottom lip curled up and latched in her teeth, softly nibbling along herself.
“Hmm you look pretty hard right now, and I’m feeling a bit excited too,” she explained, “and you know it is a good point in the month for me right now. How about we try for that baby?”
This had been the thing which had motivated his need for authority to begin with, her desire to have a child, to finally settle down. He had no interest in such things, he had no interest in being saddled down in the responsibilities of being a parent.
However, he was a weak man. Being offered up such a sexual buffet on a silver platter started him thinking with his lower head, not the upper.
Slowly she dragged her tongue over her lips, coating her pinkness with a light glisten of drool, her eyes alluring, dragging him into her will. He was the one firmly in control and still he was falling under her spell.
“I’ve already told you,” he told her, “I don’t want to have a baby.”
She purred up to him as she caressed her hands over his body, “Nonsense. Look how hard you are. Come on, put it inside of me and let’s start our family.”
Even though he had the ring as his disposal he could see it was a false sense of his opinion actually mattering. She still only wanted what she wanted, if she didn’t have to obey him thanks to the magic trinket there was no way she would.
The blood rushed to his head in frustration. He wanted to be listened to, not obeyed without question but if she refused to take in his opinion then he would gracefully accept warping her mind as punishment.
“You want a baby that bad?” he snarled down to her, “Then you’re going to have to earn it and you haven’t earned a thing yet. Turn around and show me your ass.”
“Yes,” she responded as she twirled around on all fours, wiggling her hips in his direction, swaying her round, curvy, ass contained in her soft panties.
Marlon hooked his fingers into the waistline and pulled them down to reveal what she had hiding below. A perfect, dripping, pussy waiting to be bred and a naughty little asshole twitching in the air.
“Come on dear,” she moaned up to him, shaking her ass around, “give me your seed.”
He didn’t want to give her what she wanted for once but he was so damn horny he could hardly contain himself. There was only one option.
“When I fuck you ecstasy will flood your mind and you will become a slut for my cock.”
“Ye--ah!” before she could finish her usual response he pressed his saliva coated shaft against her rear entrance and pressed himself into her taboo hole.
Just like he had commanded the moment he entered her body she was overcome with bliss and began to squeal out in joy, her tight insides firmly hugging against his throbbing member as he began to thrust himself into her behind, lusting for her body and for control.
Her pussy juices leaked out as her poor needy slit was left abandoned by his body as he sated his lust using her rear, her ass clapping back into his body as skin slapped into skin with a firm intensity which began to make her plush cheeks shine with a stinging red glow, milking more loud pitched squeals from her lips.
There was no agony in her voice, not from having her ass stretched open or her cheeks swatted by his thrusts, lust was racing through her body, addicting her to his cock.
Her fingers slapped up down along the underside of her body, arm outstretched up along the length of herself as she began to rub at her juicy mound which was throbbing so hotly as his firm manhood ravished her insides.
Marlon wrapped a hand into his girlfriend’s hair and pushed her down firmly onto the ground, his weight pinning onto her back as he unleashed all his pent up frustrations and needs swiftly into her tight passage.
“I am the boss now,” he growled, the ring on his hand glowing brightly as he pushed his body into hers and his commands into her mind.
“Yes!” her usual monotone voice not being able to carry the same tone thanks to the lust circulating through her veins.
“From now on you listen to me!”
“Yes!”
“You do what I want!”
“Yes!”
“You serve me!”
“Yes!”
Truly the words of his subservient was almost as sweet a relief as feeling the tightness of her body clenching around his turgid manhood as they commenced in a taboo showing of lust, sweat coated bodies grinding and slapping together as Marlon felt his insides surging, approaching the limit of what a man could take.
His grip tightened on her body as the veins pulsed across the girth of his member as the air of the home was filled with the sound of hard, rough, passionate sex.
“I’m close,” he snarled out, half to her and half to himself, “I’m almost there.”
“Me too,” she moaned out, no longer stuck in that trance like state but still hypnotised by his words, her mind warped to do his bidding, to total lust for his cock stirring up her behind.
“Cum with me,” he commanded as he felt himself being pushed right over the edge, an eruption surging through his manhood, “Cumming!”
Her conformation was muffled under the sound of lustful cries as a double orgasm raced through the couple. Juices gushed from Bex as a mind shuddering, toe curling, body quivering rush of euphoria rippled through her body, sending her up onto cloud nine.
At the same time she was given such a feeling of bliss he began to cum, spraying his hot seed deep into her behind, wasting away the seed she had begged for, that she had demanded, instead releasing it deep into her behind, filling her up with the warmth.
His weight pressed her down into the floor, pinning her beneath his larger, stronger, body as he packed every rope of cum his shaft was releasing into her body, giving her no escape, making her experience that wave until he was finally milked dry.
In both mind and body Marlon felt incredible. It was the first time he’d ever been able to establish such dominance, he felt like he’d had an immediate promotion to the alpha in their two person pack.
Her body remained pinned under his, shuddering in place as she drooled and dripped onto the floor, the pulses of pleasure still surging through her veins as he put his mark into her body, both physically and mentally.
“There are going to be some changes around here,” he said, mainly for his own satisfaction, rubbing the ring on his finger as a wide grin crept across his lips.
It wasn’t what he was expecting, or quite what he wanted but he felt it was going to work out just fine.
Sister Can’t Say No!
Life for Marlon had taken a dramatic shift ever since he came into possession of the magic ring that meant his girlfriend couldn’t say no to him.
He had managed to reclaim his domain, the household that he’d surrendered to her renovations and decorations. Finally he was able to place his own personal stamp back on the home which had been feminized beyond his liking.
More than just the style of his home he had managed to take the reins of the relationship and finally put himself in the position of control.
Using the magic ring he had twisted the dynamic between the two so he was the one who control over her will, placing his desires at the forefront of her needs. The only thing he had yet to completely wipe out was her desire for a child, instead training her body to ache with lust for a less traditional and more taboo method of sex.
The new level of freedom had gone straight to Marlon’s head. The relationship between the two was nothing like it had been before, more master and slave than boyfriend and girlfriend. He was enjoying finally having control and was letting the power corrupt his personality. A once timid Marlon was oozing with confidence.
There was nobody who could bring Marlon’s mood down now that the bossy Bex was under his control. Or that was what he thought until there was a knock at the door to their home, Marlon not expecting anybody.
He opened up the door and looked onto his doorst
ep, his heart sinking in a matter of moments at the sight. Blonde hair, big tits, clothes a bit too revealing; Bex’s just as bossy and stubborn sister had dropped by unannounced.
“Yo Marly, how’s it hanging?” she said with a wide grin on her face. Here came trouble.
Katherine, or Katie as she went by, was Bex’s younger sister and was just as troublesome, perhaps more so.
A few years of junior she managed to have all of Bex’s bossy, stubborn sureness about herself while presenting herself as a bratty, slutty, seductress.
While Bex was good looking she didn’t show herself off; she dressed modestly and acted the same way. Katie on the other hand didn’t mind giving everyone a show, in fact she insisted on it.
Thanks to her blonde hair, her big tits and the fact she liked to wear mini skirts she was very popular with the opposite sex and she enjoyed the heck out of it, wrapping guys about her little finger to get anything and everything she wanted.
Bex had at least the good grace to get a boyfriend she could boss around, Katie simply extended her dominance to every guy who oogled her sexy, exposed, body for too long.
Being a guy who had a hard time stamping down his authority on anybody he had great difficulty dealing with an overly selfish teenage tease and even though he’d finally managed to get control over Bex that didn’t mean he suddenly had the recipe for dealing with her sister.
Once again Katie had decided to make herself at home, feet draped over the furniture as she drunk a beer she’d stolen from the fridge, showing off her pink panties which peeked out from under a black mini skirt.
Whenever her parents got sick of her, and she didn’t have any current fling close by who she could go and bother, she’d always come and mingle with her sibling, constantly getting on Marlon’s nerves as his household’s bossy female population was doubled.
Marlon watched on as the siblings took over the lounge again, Katie treating the home like it was her own. Usually he simply let things lie but he felt like a changed man, he no longer had to simply let things happen, allow people to walk over him. He could stand up for himself and that’s what he was going to do.
“Bex,” he called over to his other half, “Can I speak with you in the kitchen for a moment?”
Her face dulled over for a moment as she replied in her monotone voice, “Yes,” a red glint flowing over her eyes as she rose from the couch, next to her sister, and followed him to the other room as Katie called out.
“Hey Marly, get me another beer while you’re in there too, thanks!”
Grinding his teeth together in frustration at having his sanctuary besmudged he marched into the kitchen with his lover following. Swiftly he turned to face her as he ordered her, outside the range that her sister could hear.
“You will tell her she needs to leave.”
“Yes.”
“Good, you know I can’t stand her.”
“Hey don’t talk about Katie that way,” Bex scolded, just arriving back from her confirming trance.
“Don’t talk back to me like that and go and do it,” he ordered, his patience already tested by the arrival of that brat who frustrated him so.”
“Yes,” she obediently replied again, twirling around and returning back to the lounge where she confronted her sister, “Katie, you need to go.”
“What, why?” Katie protested, not enjoying being told what to do by anybody, not even her own bloodline. It was no wonder that her parents threw her out of the house so much.
“Because Marlon doesn’t like you and needs you to go.”
The way she said that so casually sent a shiver racing through Marlon’s spine as he listened in from the doorway to the kitchen. Shit, she couldn’t go against his commands but that didn’t mean she was going to do a good job with them.
“Oh is that so?” Katie snarled as she jumped up onto her feet, “Now I see what he needed you for.”
She began to storm through the lounge, stomping her feet into the ground like a petulant child, “Hey where are you coward? Show your face? Not man enough to tell me to fuck off yourself?”
Despite the fact he was getting towards a foot taller than he, and considerably stronger than her, that didn’t stop the fact he was intimidated by the force of nature which was just over five feet of bouncing blonde hair and jiggling curves.
“I-I can explain,” Marlon protested as his weak excuse for a hiding spot was quickly discovered and he had a furious teen marching down on him with fire burning in her eyes.
She began to twist her hands together, cracking her knuckles as she looked up at Marlon with a wide, sadistic, grin on her face.
“Yeah you got some explaining to do chicken,” she growled, her fiery temperature overflowing as she lunged.
“Stop!” he squealed out shortly before his fist came into sharp contact with his face, her body coming to a sudden halt.
“Yes,” she responded, her voices usual enthusiasm and spark being replaced by a low, lifeless groan, a red glint shining across her eyes.
Even though her sudden change in action, tone and personality was something he’d seen a lot of recently it still took him a few moments to actually register the scene. He was used to seeing it but that was all with Bex, his mind didn’t suggest that this was an option.
He had to test it, just to make sure, to confirm he wasn’t simply hallucinating having been smacked hard in the face, seeing stars.
“Put your arm down,” he commanded her, the fist still hovering in the air.
Slowly she lowered her arm down to her side as she answered back to him, “Yes.”
“No way,” he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his fingers across the magical, ruby encrusted, ring. He presumed that it would only work on his girlfriend, that she was the only one who the hypnotic powers would have an effect on. Was it possible that it worked on everyone?
Katie was still frozen in place, her body kept still by her mental lock. When she was still and not making a fuss he could really take a good look at her body and appreciate just how hot she was. Sure she looked like a bimbo but those huge tits on that small frame looked incredible.
He grasped a hand onto her chest, fondling one of those huge breasts which were barely contained in a small vest top, as a squeal popped from her lips, the only part of her which was still moving.
“Marlon!” she protested but he was quick to react.
“Be quiet and let me touch you,” he commanded, making her freeze up completely as her soft flesh sunk around his fingers.
Not only could he have control over his bossy girlfriend but he could now command her bossier sister as well. He was about to have a lot of fun.
“You two will be my obedient sluts for the evening,” was the command he gave to them once he had grouped them both together, the magic ring’s effects working on the two of them at the same time.
The pair responded in unison with the familiar word, “Yes,” which rung out like music to his ears.
“Now go and put on some slutty outfits for me.”
The siblings, no longer in a trance but still hypnotized, both obediently followed the command and vanished out of the lounge where Marlon waited, slumped down on the couch, waiting for his toys for the afternoon to return.
It took some time but the two returned and delivered on what he’d ordered, their sexy bodies exposed, not that Katie was doing much to cover herself up to begin with.
Katie hadn’t actually had to do much to make her outfit slutty. She’d simply stripped away her underwear, tied her vest top in a knot just below her chest to emphasize everything while showing off her stomach, along with dolling herself up in a thick layer of makeup.
Bex had been more drastic but had gone for a similar style, wearing her shortest skirt and pulling it up high to expose her thighs, one of her common shirts left unbuttoned, tied at the front to cover her modesty with makeup thick.
Along with the high heels the two had slipped into they wouldn’t have looked out of place prowling aroun
d street corners late at night, or hanging around shady clubs and strip joints. The two of them had the looks of real sluts.
“So hun, how do I look? Hot right?” Bex growled out in a low, seductive manner, tracing a thing along the v-shaped opening to emphasize her skin.
Katie pushed her arms high above her head, pushing out her chest, “How about me? I knew you totally had a lust for me, you dirty bastard.”
The two of them posing together sent the blood surging down to his loins, his manhood stiffening up in his jeans. He crooked a finger and beckoned the pair over.
He didn’t even need to activate the power of the ring. They’d already agreed to be his obedient sluts which meant as far as their minds were concerned they wanted to be his obedient sluts. When he called them over they followed, each moving to a side next to him on their couch.