“You made Daddy very proud.” As she sucked his cock, he continued. “I have a new training regimen for you starting tomorrow. Something to make you even more obedient, even more eager to please.” Sarah moaned around his shaft, her pussy dripping with anticipation. “I can’t wait, Daddy. I want to be the perfect little slut for you.”
A woman leaves the club, is raped (while enjoying it) and then is forced into sex with dogs, which she enjoys too.
Eleanor turns into a mind controlled bimbo for the Mayor of her town.
That night, I decided it was time to bring my conquests home. I lived with my mom and sister, both of whom I’d been eyeing for a while. My mom, Lorna, was forty-two but looked ten years younger, with a body that still turned heads wherever she went. My sister, Kaylie, was twenty-one, just a year younger than me, with curves that made my cock ache every time I saw her.
I walked into the living room where they were watching TV. “Off,” I said, pointing at the screen. They both looked at me, surprised. “Rick, what’s wrong?” Lorna asked. “Nothing’s wrong,” I replied, unzipping my pants. “In fact, everything’s about to get much better.”
Lorna and Kaylie stared as I pulled out my rock-hard cock. “On your knees,” I commanded. To my surprise, they both obeyed without hesitation, dropping to the floor in front of me. “Suck my cock,” I said, looking from one to the other. They shared a glance before leaning forward, their tongues meeting at the tip of my dick.
“That’s it, take turns,” I groaned as they began to work my cock with their mouths. Lorna was more experienced, her technique confident and sure. Kaylie was eager, her tongue exploring every inch of me as she learned what I liked. I closed my eyes, letting them pleasure me, their moans mixing with mine.
“Enough,” I said after a few minutes, pulling away. “Strip for me.” Lorna and Kaylie stood up, their movements synchronized as they removed their clothes. I watched, my cock throbbing, as they revealed their naked bodies to me. Lorna’s breasts were still firm, her stomach flat. Kaylie’s pussy was shaved bare, her clit peeking out from between her folds.
“Lorna, on the couch,” I said. “Kaylie, on the floor.” They quickly obeyed, positioning themselves as I’d instructed. I walked over to my mom first, running my hand over her wet pussy. “You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes dark with lust. I positioned myself between her legs, thrusting into her in one smooth motion. Lorna cried out, her back arching as I began to pound into her.
“You’re so tight,” I grunted, my movements rough and fast. “You like being fucked by your son, don’t you?” Lorna could only moan in response, her hands gripping the couch cushions. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, her orgasm building fast. When she came, she screamed my name, her entire body trembling.
I pulled out, moving to kneel between Kaylie’s legs. “Your turn,” I said, rubbing my cock against her wet folds. “Please, Rick,” she whimpered, “Please fuck me.” I slid into her tight pussy, her wetness enveloping me. Kaylie cried out, her hands gripping the floor as I began to pound into her, rough and fast.
“You like that, don’t you?” I taunted, reaching up to squeeze her breasts. “You like being fucked by your brother.” Kaylie could only moan in response, her body arching against me with each thrust. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, her orgasm building fast. When she came, she screamed my name, her entire body trembling.
Chloe’s smile widened. She pushed herself up, the sheet pooling around her waist, revealing the full, heavy curve of her breasts. “Good,” she said, her voice still husky with sleep. “Because I’ve been thinking about what we did last night. I can’t stop thinking about it.” She leaned over, her lips brushing against my ear. “I want you again. And I want Dan, too.” I felt a surge of heat in my groin. “Is that so?” I murmured, my hand sliding down her back to cup the soft swell of her ass. “You want us both to fill you up again?” She nodded, her breath coming faster. “Yes. Please. I want to feel you both inside me. I want to be full of your cum.”
Jason decided to pound his mother Crystal for the first time when he saw her bending over in a tight black dress to pick up some laundry. The dress hiked up, revealing the round curve of her ass and a hint of lace panties. Jason’s dick got instantly hard at the sight, a surge of possessive lust washing over him. He wanted to fuck her right there on the floor, in the middle of the laundry room.
Crystal, 42, was a stunning woman with full D-cup breasts and a tight, curvy body she worked hard to maintain. She felt her son’s eyes on her and stood up quickly, a flush creeping up her neck. “Jason, do you need something?” she asked, her voice a little shaky as she clutched the laundry basket to her chest like a shield.
“Take me to your room, Mom,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Now.”
Claire complied, her body moving on its own accord. She led him down the hall, her heart pounding with anticipation and a healthy dose of fear. This was wrong, this was taboo, but she had never felt more alive. As they entered her bedroom, James kicked the door shut behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the silent room. He turned her to face him, his eyes dark with desire.
“On the bed,” he ordered, gesturing with his chin. “And take off your clothes. I want to see what’s mine.”
Claire’s hands shook as she obeyed, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. She let the shirt fall to the floor, followed by her skirt, leaving her in just her bra and panties. She hesitated, a sudden wave of shyness washing over her.
“All of it, Mom,” James growled, taking a step closer. “I want to see all of you.”
She couldn’t get enough of this fantasy, but after several minutes of fruitlessly searching her memory for some attractive face or name that might be paired with a cock perfect enough to ride until she exploded like this, Julia found herself starting to grow increasingly frustrated and confused. That was odd, and more importantly, distracting – why was she getting so upset over some imaginary guy who probably didn’t exist? Why did she care if her neighbor across the street got impregnated before her?? All of these questions left her even more angry and distressed than she already was at the sight of her neighbors displaying their sexy new outfits – how could they get knocked up without her??
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, rocking back against him, impaling myself further. “Your cock feels so good in my cunt! Stretching me so wide!”
Dad grunted and buried himself deeper, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. He worked a second finger into my ass, stretching it even more.
Casey pushed Brian onto the bed. She stood over him and peeled off her clothes. She wasn’t used to putting herself on display, but it felt exciting and sensual to put on a show for him. He seemed eager to watch as well.
The first to go were her pants and panties in one move. Then came her shirt. She pulled her bra off slowly, savoring the moment of revealing her breasts to her lover. Finally she removed her socks and kicked them across the room playfully.
Casey straddled Brian. She held herself inches away from his face, letting him admire her exposed flesh. After a moment she moved closer and let his lips find the soft flesh of her breasts. She moaned lightly as he explored the tender flesh around her nipples. She could feel his cock getting hard beneath her, and she rocked back and forth, grinding against his erection through his pants.
“Fuck me,” she breathed. Casey didn’t quite recognize herself in those words. Even though she knew Brian had made her say them, they didn’t seem like something she would ever say out loud. They almost seemed too vulgar. It was like she was only saying it because she couldn’t help herself. She needed him so badly…