by Sophia Taboo
"I am so far from done with you. Now you get to see my favorite part of my apartment. Come with me," he instructed.
I was still sticky with his cum when I got up off the floor and followed him obediently to his bedroom. He punched in a code on the keypad that I had neglected to notice earlier and the door opened. When he clicked on the light, I was shocked by what I saw. Brett had a huge king size bed on the far wall, and it had a metal headboard with handcuffs and ropes attached to it. The sheets were a deep red, and they matched the curtains. On a table near the bed, there were various types of whips, paddles, and switches. I felt fear take over, and my knees got weak. He noticed the fear on my face and came to my side.
"I will not inflict any pain that you can't handle, Kari. Do you want to stop now?"
"No. I don't want to stop. But please don't hurt me, Brett."
"Trust me. And obey me. And you will be pleasured beyond belief."
I nodded and didn't hesitate when he took my hand and led me toward his bed. I was still afraid, but I was also intrigued.
"Get up on the bed on your hand and knees close to the headboard."
I did as I was told, and he joined me on the bed. He moved toward the headboard and grabbed a rope. He took my hand, and tied the rope around one of my wrists. Then he did the same thing with the other wrist so that I was unable to move. I was completely bare and his to take. He got up off the bed and moved over to his table of punishment. His fingers slid over each of the toys, caressing them as he decided which one he wanted to use. He finally settled on a switch, and he moved toward me with it in his hand. His eyes were full of hunger, and his cock was fully erect again. It was obvious that dominating me brought him great pleasure.
"I love the sight of your perfect ass up in the air for me. And just look at your sweet pussy. It is so swollen and wet for me. You love this, don't you, Kari? You want me to control your body."
When I didn't answer him right away, he brought the switch down hard against my ass. I cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure it brought to me.
"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer right away! Do you love this?"
"Yes, I love it. I love it when you control me!" I cried out.
"That's better. I'm going to do whatever I want to your body, and you're going to love it."
He climbed onto the bed and started to rub the spot where he hit me with the switch. Then his hand wandered lower and cupped my aching sex. Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside me, and I cried out. The switch came down hard on me again.
"I didn't give you permission to moan! You listen to me, or you will get the switch!"
He plunged his fingers deep inside me again, and I forced myself to remain quiet. It felt so good, and all I wanted was to cum. But I knew he wasn't going to make it easy. I remained completely still as he pushed his fingers deep inside me. He pulled out suddenly and pushed his fingers into my mouth.
"Taste how fucking wet you are. What a little whore. You just love being fucked with my fingers, don't you?"
"Yes, I love it so much."
"Good girl," he said while pushing them back inside me, and suddenly I felt his mouth on my clit while his fingers fucked me. It felt so good that it took every ounce of self-control I had not to scream. He sucked on my clit while he fucked my pussy with two fingers. He didn't let up at all, and I was losing control. I had never had a man be so rough with me, and I never knew that I would love it. I started to feel my orgasm coming, and he did too. He sucked hard on my clit and pushed into my g-spot with his fingers and that was it. I started cumming harder than I ever had before. Brett pulled his fingers out and I turned to see clear liquid shooting out of my body onto him. I was squirting for the first time ever as wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure rocked my body. I didn't even know I was capable of it, and I was shocked to see Brett catching some of it in his mouth.
"Fuck, that feels amazing!" I gasped, and as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had been bad. The switch came down hard across my ass, and I struggled against the ropes around my wrists. I was still in the middle of my orgasm, and ever nerve ending in my body was on fire. I clamped my mouth shut so that I wouldn't cry out again, but it was torture.
"That's right, Kari. Take my punishment like a good girl. I just gave you a gift, and you need to obey me. You are mine to take and do what I wish with tonight. Be a nice, quiet slut, and I'll continue to pleasure you. It brings me so much pleasure to see you tied up and under my control. Do you like to be controlled, Kari?"
"Yes. I love it."
"Good girl. Now that I have you nice and wet, I'm going to put my big cock inside you. And you're going to keep quiet unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I understand," I replied in obedience.
My body was shaking in anticipation of him putting his huge member in me. If he hadn't gotten me so wet already, I would have been terrified. Brett was suddenly by my side and without warning slapped me across the face with his cock before shoving it back into my mouth. I had to turn my head at an awkward angle since I was tied up. He held me by the hair and fucked my face hard. I was gagging and drooling everywhere, but I refused to let him see that I was suffering.
"That's right, little sister. Take my big cock in your throat. Suck it hard. Get it nice and hard and ready to slam into your tight pussy."
I continued to do as he said. I didn't have much choice since he was relentless.
"That's enough of that. Spread your legs wide for me and get ready for my cock. Let me see how dripping wet your pussy is for me," Brett commanded.
I spread my knees apart as far as they would go on the bed. I could feel my juices running down my legs. He positioned himself behind me and ran his fingers up and down my wet folds. Then he gave my pussy a light slap, and I bit my lip to keep my moans inside. I felt him place his swollen head against my opening and without warning, he plunged it all the way inside me. He bottomed out because he was so big, and it hurt. He pulled all the way out and slammed right back in. After a few strokes, I got used to his size and was able to join in his pleasure. His hands were on my hips, gripping so tightly with his fingers that I knew I would have small bruises there in the morning.
"You have the hottest, tightest pussy I have ever felt. I knew you would feel fucking amazing. My huge cock barely fits in this tight little hole. I'm going to fuck you hard, and then I'm going to cum inside you and watch it drip back out. Do you want my cum?"
"But, I'm not on anything, Brett," I confided.
His hand came down hard against my ass, slapping me for not giving the answer he wanted.
"I don't give a fuck if you're on anything or not! I'm going to cum inside you, and you're going to love it. Do you understand?"
"Yes," was all that I could muster. He was still fucking me hard and I was completely under his control. I knew there could be terrible consequences for this but I was too turned on by the thought of him shooting inside me. I tried to let my fears go and give in as he pounded into me over and over, moaning and swearing loudly. My tits were bouncing, and my wrists were raw from being bound for so long. I could tell he was getting close to the edge because of how calculated his thrusts were.
"Kari! I'm going to cum in your hot little pussy! Are you ready for my cum? Fuuuuck! Take my hot cum, slut!"
He pushed all the way in one last time, and I could feel the streams of hot cum start to shoot deep inside me. I held still under his strong hands and let him have his moment. My pussy was raw, but I was still in a heightened state of pleasure. When he finished, Brett pulled out but stayed behind me.
"Spread open wide and push my cum out of you. I want to see it dripping out of your pussy," Brett instructed.
I did as he asked and felt his seed drip out of me. He put some of it on his fingers and brought them to my mouth.
"Suck my cum mixed with your juices off my fingers. You love the taste of my cum, don't you?"
"Yes, I love your cum," I immediat
ely replied.
He let me suck on a fingers a few minutes more, then he came to the head of the bed and started to untie my wrists. They were raw and even bleeding a little bit in a couple of spots but Brett got some lotion out of his side drawer and rubbed it gently into the scrapes. Pulling me off of the bed he led me to the shower where he slowly washed every inch of me. I no longer had to be submissive, but I was quiet because he had taken everything I had. After the shower, he dried me off and carried me into my bed in the guest room. He lay me down under the covers without getting me dressed. He gave me a soft kiss on my forehead, turned off the lights, and left me. I drifted off to sleep quickly.
I woke to the alarm going off on my phone. It was 7:00 am, and I was a bit disoriented. When I realized I was naked, the events of the night before came back to me all at once. I had been dominated by my stepbrother, and I had loved it. My whole body was aching like I had just run a marathon and I noticed my wrists were still a bit red. I pulled myself out of bed and went into the guest bathroom to get ready. I didn't shower since I just had one with Brett hours earlier. Instead, I freshened up by putting on my makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes and straightened my long hair. When I returned to the bedroom, I slipped on a pair of black lace boy shorts and a matching bra. Then I slid on thigh-high black stockings under my black pencil skirt. My blouse was white, and I tucked it into the skirt, zipping it up over my hips. I finished the outfit with a black jacket and some black heels. I looked professional and ready for the interview. I added a spritz of my favorite perfume and headed out of the bedroom with my purse and briefcase. The apartment was quiet, and I wondered if Brett was still asleep. His bedroom door was closed. I got my answer quickly enough when I found a note waiting for me on the kitchen counter.
"Hey Kari. Good luck at your interview today. I know you'll do great. Be confident and show them what you're capable of. Love, Brett."
I was a bit surprised that the note made no mention of what had gone on between the two of us in the early morning hours. I knew it wasn't a dream because of the bruises on my hips and the aching between my legs. Just thinking about it made my sex ache for more. I hoped I didn't show my discomfort when I sat down on my sensitive backside at the interview. I grabbed a quick breakfast of yogurt and apple juice and headed out the door. I made my way through the bustling city streets to my interview and arrived 20 minutes early. I felt a new confidence surround me while I met with the woman from Human Resources. I described my experience to her and answered all of her questions to the best of my ability. She gave me a tour of the magazine, and I was in awe of the people, the atmosphere, and the fashion. I knew I would be happy here if I got the job.
After about an hour, the interview was over, and the woman told me she would contact me soon. I went back out into the streets of New York feeling happy and confident. I had given them my best and I could only hope that it would result in a job. I treated myself to some lunch and retail therapy, and just enjoyed being in the city. I knew I would love living here once I got used to it. I headed back to Brett's apartment around 2:00 pm, and the doorman told me he was instructed to let me in even though Brett was at work. I went straight to the guest room, took off my jacket and shoes, and slipped into the big bed. I was exhausted and needed some rest. I was awakened by the feeling of someone sitting on the bed beside me. It was still light outside because the room was filled with sunlight. I opened my eyes slowly to find Brett on the bed staring at me. I suddenly felt both self-conscious and turned on.
"Hey sleepy. How was your interview?"
"I think it went very well. She told me they would be in touch very soon. I really hope I get it. Living here and working for a magazine like that is all I ever wanted to do."
"I'm sure you did great. And just look at you. All grown up and ready for business in this suit. I couldn't help but admire you when I came in. I decided not to stay late at work tonight so we could spend your last night in New York together." He reached for my hand and noticed the marks from the ropes.
"Ouch. That is an unfortunate side effect of all the fun we had last night. I can't control myself around you. I usually take it easy on women the first time I let them into my bedroom, but you aren't like any of them. Sexy, but still innocent. I wanted to show you so much, but I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"It only hurt a little bit, but I loved it. You gave me confidence for my interview. You made me feel like I could handle anything. I woke up this morning still wanting you."
"Are you trying to make me even harder than I already am, naughty girl? You look so fucking sexy in that skirt. And those fucking stockings are incredible. Do you think you can handle more fun?"
"Yes, please. I'm aching for you."
Brett pushed me onto by back on the bed and lay on top of me. He kissed me hard on the mouth, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. He started to unbutton my blouse, then gave up and ripped it open to reveal my black lace bra. Buttons went flying across the room, but he didn't even flinch. He started to bite my nipples through my bra. He closed his hand gently around my throat as he took control of my body once again. I was more than willing to let him. He helped me take off my shirt and bra, then he began to unzip my skirt. He pulled it down over my hips and got on his knees. He was admiring me in nothing but my lace boy shorts and my stockings.
"Take the panties off, but leave the stockings on," Brett demanded.
I did as he asked and slipped off my panties, revealing my bare pussy to him once again. To my surprise, he lay down on the bed on his stomach and sucked my swollen clit into his mouth. Then he flattened his tongue and licked slowly from my forbidden hole back up to my clit. I felt like I was on fire, and it was obvious he knew exactly what to do to get me off quickly.
"Your pussy tastes so fucking good. I need you to cum for me so you are nice and wet when I fuck you. Let go and cum like my good little whore."
His tongue moved faster, working my clit until I could barely breathe. I came fast and hard, soaking his mouth in my juices. I couldn't control my cries, and he didn't punish me this time. He just moved back up and kissed me, slipping his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself.
"Good girl. Now you're ready for me. I want you to get up and put your shoes on. Meet me in the living room."
Brett got up, left the room, and I slipped into my stilettos. When I walked into the living room, he was standing completely naked in front of the huge windows that overlooked the city. I knew people from other buildings could look over and see him standing there in all his glory.
"Come here, Kari. Now." I hesitated a bit because I was afraid to let people see me. "That was not a request. It was an order."
I went and stood next to him by the window. He spun me around to face the windows and placed each one of my hands up against the glass.
"Spread your legs wide, sweet sister. I'm going to fuck you just like this."
I looked out over the city and could see people on the street and moving in the buildings surrounding us. Brett positioned himself behind me and thrust up into my aching pussy. This time it didn't hurt. I loved the way his huge cock filled me. He fucked me slow and deep, grabbing my tits and pulling at my nipples. He didn't tell me I had to be quiet, so I let him hear how much I loved what he was doing to me. I could see his reflection in the window, and his face was filled with passion and want. I felt sexier than I ever had before standing there in stockings and stilettos getting fucked for the world to see.
I could feel another orgasm building, and I concentrated on his thrusts, wanting nothing more than to get there. His strokes hit me in just the right spot. Suddenly, it hit me, and I writhed back against him, cumming so hard that he had to hold me around the waist to keep me from falling over.
"You love having the world watch me fuck you, don't you? I love the idea of everyone watching your big tits bouncing, knowing I'm fucking you good."
"I love it when you fuck me, Brett. Please don't stop."
He continued to thrus
t into me, letting his body take over. I moved back against him, letting me know how good it felt. I wanted to make him cum hard. After a few more hard thrusts, he pulled out and ordered me to my knees. He started to jerk his cock hard and I licked and sucked his balls.
"Fuck, Kari, you are such a good little slut. I'm going to fucking cum all over your beautiful fucking face! Fuck yes!"
I opened my mouth wide as his cum shot onto my tongue, mouth, and breasts. I licked it up hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop. It tasted so good, and I longed for his approval. He looked so fucking gorgeous holding his cock and shooting cum everywhere. When he finished, he helped me up off my knees and cleaned me with a warm washcloth. We cleaned up, and I met him back in the living room. He was dressed casually and suggested we go out to dinner. The hard, bossy stepbrother had once again been replaced by the old Brett, but I knew I could bring the other side back out. The rest of the night was normal, but I went to bed wanting him. Unfortunately, he never came for me that night. I did end up getting the job in the city, and Brett offered to let me move in with him until I found my own place. My parents thought it was a great idea because I would have him to protect me. If they only knew his idea of hospitality.
Family Threesome
Turning 21 was the best thing that had ever happened to me and my two best friends. We were home for the summer from college, and we spent just about every night at the bars near the beach in Wildwood, New Jersey. None of us were tied down in relationships, and we could flirt freely with locals and tourists. My job as a beach lifeguard kept me busy during the day, but at night, I could let loose and be young.
Summer was the best time to be in Wildwood. The sun shone hot almost every day, and people were happy. The rides ran from morning until well after dark, the boardwalk always smelled of fried foods, and there was never a lack of things to do for fun.
My friend Kelly's dad had plenty of money because he worked as the CEO of a large hotel chain, so he rented her a condo for the three of us near the beach. We each had our own room, and there was a beautiful view over the water. Kelly didn't have to work, so she spent her days sunbathing and shopping. Rachel worked at one of the t-shirt shops on the boardwalk, selling customized t-shirts to tourists who were willing to pay high prices for them. She was great at it because she advertised using her own body. She would sport a different t-shirt every day, emblazoned with some cute saying, but she would tie it in the back so her stomach was showing. She was thin, tan, and had long, auburn hair, so the guys flocked in there to flirt with her. The manager knew she made him plenty of money with her looks, so she was free to do what she pleased.