Jazzy go shower and I will set out what you will wear today."
"Yes, Master." She took off up the stairs grabbing a towel from her room and into the shower. I went to her room and picked out a nice sun dress, no panties -- of course, and no bra -- Hm Duh. She walked into her room naked except for the towel wrapped on the top of her head like a bun. Her nipples were hard and I could not resist tweaking them with my forefinger and thumb which caused her to moan loudly. I continued to the point of her gasping in pain from my squeezing and twisting of her nipples. I looked down and her juices were running down her leg to about the bend in her knee. I smiled and walked out to my room grabbed a towel and showered. It took me about five minutes to complete. In my room I put on a pair of jeans, Harley Davidson T-shirt, socks, and sneakers. I wanted to be comfortable. Jazzy needed to catch a bus for school; I made a small breakfast for her to take on the way to the bus stop. I leaned over to her ear and said.
"You already had the protein shake this morning and will have a protein injection when you return home this afternoon. Make sure that Krissy is not aware I am home and invite her to stay with you tonight. I have plans for the both of you. Also, make sure she has her toys inserted this morning."
"Yes, Master I will obey." Off she went bouncing down the driveway in her semi warm short coat. I watched her ass sway until she turned the corner for the bus stop. I was hard just thinking about Mommy Slut naked and primed for fucking. I walked upstairs to the Master Bedroom and saw Mommy Slut bent over putting some things into the last suitcase; Man the temptation was unbearable. I unzipped my jeans dropped them to my feet scurried over lined up my cock to the entrance of her well lubricated pussy and shoved forward.
"OHHHHHHH...GOOOOODDDDD...Master...OHHHH...SHIT!" Mom came on my cock from just my inserting it into her. I started to bang away at her ass and pussy, slapping her ass with my free hands, and telling her to ride the wave. Oh boy did she, every time I slammed forward Mommy Slut would orgasm. Finally, I could not take it any longer and needed my own release I started to beat her ass with my body, fucking her as hard as I could not caring if she came or not. Finally I could feel my balls tightening up and my dick swell.
"Ohhh...GOD Yes, Master cum inside me, Please cum inside me I want to feel you pulse in my hot pussy. OH OH OH...Oh FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, harder Master Harder. May this pony girl cum please Master. I have been good, Please OH OH OH OH! OH SHIT FUCK...Here I cuuummmm..."
Her entire body shook, convulsed, and I pulled out spun her around she opened her mouth for me to shove my 10 inch hard cock into her throat and lost it. I exploded five or six good strength pulses into her stomach. God she was good. Finally able to stand I pulled my pants up, fastened my belt buckle, and walked away as if nothing happened. I left Mom kneeling in her bedroom sucking, licking, and cleaning cum off her body. I went downstairs to the kitchen pouring a large cup of coffee thinking of this morning events and my cock twitched. Jazzy woke me with a blow job and now I just fucked Mommy Slut to multiple orgasms it indeed was a beautiful day. My thoughts turned to the two slaves coming -- pun intended -- home this afternoon Oh the joys of being a slave owner. Mommy Slut came down stairs naked with her pony tail still in her ass, watching the tail move with her walk just got me really hard again. Mommy Slut walked over to the coffee poured herself a cup and sat down at the kitchen nook. I looked over at her and smiled.
"Mommy slut you look radiant."
"Thank you Master Son I have you to thank for that, but I will have to tell Master that I came without permission when he gets home."
"Oh, I could do that by telling him I went by your bedroom and heard you scream his name two or three times. I guess he would really punish you especially if I did it when he walks through the door and you're here in the living room waiting on him."
Mommy Slut's eyes went really wide staring at me in total fear of what would her Master would do with their son in the house. I smiled my evil smile at her thinking what Dad would do and knowing what Dad would do.
"You know if I tell Dad he will tell you to go to your bedroom to discipline you."
"Yes, Master."
"I think it is better that we tell Dad the full story and see where that goes. I do not like sneaking around on Dad especially with you. However, we need to be honest with him before you two leave for the Philippines. I was thinking about that in the shower. I feel that since you and Dad are going away I would really feel bad if something happened and I could not tell him the full truth about you, me, Jazzy, and Krissy."
"Yes, Master Son I have not slept well and kept thinking of your big cock up my ass, it makes me horny and forgetful." Just then we heard the key in the door Mommy Slut panicked and I just looked over at the front door. It was indeed Dad I could see his shadow. Mommy Slut started to get up, but I put my hand on her shoulder forcing her to stay seated. Dad walked in turned and saw Mommy slut naked with me being clothed sitting on the opposite side of her. Mommy sluts breathing was shaky she was aroused for being caught naked in front of her Son and Master.
"What in God's Name is going on here?" I looked at him and said
"Please take a seat Dad. Your slave and I have something to tell you. However, we want you to sit and listen before you make or say anything. Is that ok?" Dad was stunned into silence but nodded his head. I looked over at Mommy Slut.
"Mommy Slut you must tell him the full truth of what has been happening. Remember what we said just before he walked in the door." Mommy slut got off the seat and kneeled in front of Dad bowing her head, putting her hands behind her back interlocking with her elbows.
"Master, I must confess my bad behavior to you. I have orgasmed without your permission six times today. Our Son will explain in more detail, but I must be punished for disobeying my Master." Dad looked pissed. I was sure he was going to take a frying pan and beat the living shit out of me instead he looked down at Mom.
"Will you both tell me the truth? Holding nothing back?"
"Yes, Master I will tell you the truth."
"Yes, Dad everything will be told truthfully."
"Then proceed slave."
Mommy slut started with my early entrance into the house yesterday. How we got started then how I incorporated Jazzy in the mix of things and what transpired until he got home yesterday. She told him what happened this morning and how she came to be naked in front of her Son. Dad looked at me and I said the exact same thing, leaving out that Jazzy is my slave; then I concluded the story.
"Well, I am not surprised with you son, I am surprised with my slave. She knows what happens if she orgasms without my permission. You say that she has had 25 orgasms over the last 36 hours." I nod my head and look at Mommy Slut. She is still looking down at the floor not saying any further word. I looked at Dad and then took a sip of my lukewarm coffee.
"Son, I am not at all surprised that you dominated your mother, you do have my genes for that. What I am disappointed in is the fact that MY FUCKING SLUT OF A WIFE did not tell me about it yesterday while I beat her pussy raw. SLUT you have disappointed me go to the dungeon stairwell and wait for me. My curiosity went up about a thousand percent.
"Dungeon?" I said to Dad.
"Yes, you know those keys I gave you yesterday in the white envelop marked open when I am dead."
"Yea, I remember them."
"Well, those are the keys to the dungeon, now you have a set and I have a set -- no one else will have them. You my son have grown to a fine young man and it is about time you learned your legacy and destiny. Follow me and I think you will enlightened."
As he stood by invisible door next to the linen closet, he inserted a key into the door and with a loud click the door opened. Dad grabbed the back of Mom's hair and shoved her through the opening I followed suit shutting the door behind me. When my eyes got accustom to the dim light I just stood in awe of the place. There was a St. Andrew's cross in the corner, a spanking bench in the middle of the room, a glass enclosed full shower, an exam table, a chair with leg holders on them, hooks, and eyelets in the ceiling and floor, whip, paddles, chains, crops, and other assorted BDSM tools and toys. Dad had forced Mom onto the spanking bench and started to secure her hands to the leg of the bench.
"Take those cuffs and secure her ankles to the bench. Now secure her wrists to the other legs."
Which I did post haste not wanting to get myself in further trouble; I stood when I finished and looked at Mom bent over at the waist, head at cock level, pussy at cock level, and her puckered brown hole was opening and clamping. Mom was a true bondage slut from watching the video feed, some of the private movies I found in their room and just from watching porno films, and Mom fit the bill as a true bondage pain slut.
"Now you told me this slut has cum without my permission. Not once, but 6 times this morning and 19 yesterday before I got home. Slut what is the standard punishment I give you for cumming without permission."
"Master you discipline this slut with five strokes of the paddle or crop."
"Well, since you did it 6 times with your son it is only fitting that he delivers the 30 strokes from the cane to your ass and thighs and then another 95 with the crop over the rest of you body. Does that sound reasonable to you SLUT?"
I thought about his statement "reasonable." Was it really reasonable or was he just saying that to make sure Mommy Slut understood that I would be delivering 30 strokes of the cane which I have never used, the crop yes, but never a cane. The process of how to swing the cane for maximum striking ability fascinated me: I thought it is similar to the crop but slightly longer. Dad handed me the cane.
"Now, I am assuming you have never used a cane before on anyone of your girlfriends."
"No Sir."
"It is longer than the crop and has a definite stinging power to it. Here let me show you. Lay the cane on the area you want to hit. Short stroke, you don't need a big swing although the bigger the better. Now watch me I will be giving her the first 5 strokes then you will deliver the remaining." Dad swung the cane back about 45 degrees off of his side and swung it until it connected with Mommy Sluts right ass cheek. Mommy slut cried out and then counted the stroke and asked for another. Dad did short quick hard strikes to Mommy slut's ass cheeks. When he had finished there were red welts crisscrossing her ass. He handed me the cane.
"Now, I don't mind sharing my slave with you son I always knew you were a Dominant from the day you were born. Now it is time to get your training in using of this cane. I will direct you, but this slave needs to be reminded that MY WORD IS LAW." The last words stated into Mommy slut's left ear. Mommy slut was still trying to wrap around the constant pain causing such arousal from the strictest of implements. I walked behind Mommy slut, swinging the cane back and forth listening to it singing in the air. Since I was right handed I lined up on her left I looked down at the pattern that show on her ass looking like a chess board, I laid the cane just between the ass and her thighs, knowing that it is a sensitive spot to maximize her pain and then her arousal. I looked at her ass and pussy, her pussy was dripping her fluids down her leg. I thought in my head "Fucking damn Mom is a pain slut too" then I struck her with the cane right where I had laid it with a quick flick of my wrist it connected with a short but sharp crack, almost sounding like a 22 going off. Mommy slut yelled out counting the stroke and thanked me asking for another. Before she could finish talking I struck her thighs lower then went to work not stopping until I had counted my 25 strokes. When I finished Mommy slut's head was down, her ass, back, and thighs crisscrossed with red welted lines none drawing blood or cutting into her skin. Dad released her and told her to stand with her arms interlocked behind her head, tits out, legs spread wide. Mommy slut stood in front of us tears running down her face, pussy juice streaming down her thighs. I gave the cane back to Dad, who held it like a spear and then swung upwards into Mommy slut's pussy; the strike was quick and strong and Mommy slut screamed. Dad handed me the cane again."5 more strikes to her cunt and make them so she screams. I will bet she begs to cum after the third strike."
"Sure thing." I looked at Mommy slut right into her eyes she was pleading, but I had to prove to him, her, and myself that I could be the Dom I wanted to be and not some ideal Dom my Dad or Mom thought. It is amazing to think that three and half years after graduation with no inkling to be in the lifestyle all I can think about is the lifestyle. I swung up three quick sharp strikes into Mommy slut's pussy. Did she scream, Oh Yea she did and I then went to her pussy sliding two fingers into her without any resistance.
"Does Mommy slut want to cum?" Mom nodded her head.
"Did Mommy slut already cum from her abuse?" Mom nodded again my eyes went wide.
"Did we I give you permission?" Mommy slut shook her head. I guess you have two more plus the three more for cumming without permission. I told Dad what had happened and he agreed. I swung up with more force this time and it centered in between her lips and struck her large enflamed clit with then caused her to scream and fall to the floor shaking convulsing and moaning from the intense orgasm that I just gave her. She still had three more strikes on her pussy to go. I looked over at Dad he shook his end used his hand and made a cutting motion across his throat which I understand meant to cut the scene. I put the cane and other instruments way and then went to Mommy slut.
"I guess from now on when you are told not to cum slut you will not cum until you get permission. Right?"
"Oh, yes Master." Mom said almost in a whisper. Dad and I picked her up, steadied her, and Dad told her to get showered because the limo would be here in 45 minutes he wanted to go as soon as it got here. Mom ran upstairs and seconds later heard the shower running.
"Well, that was a good session. You are a fast learner. I watched you strike her exactly where you wanted too. I will administer the rest of her punishment during the trip. Now while we are gone you can use this room to discipline, train, and generally have some fun sessions with your slave. Use the time wisely and don't hurt the slave too much. I am going to go shower and fuck the living shit out of my Pony slave before the limo shows. Oh and one more thing, don't show this to your sister I don't think she would understand."
"Ok, Dad." He just didn't know and I thought it be best if we kept it that way. I cleaned up the dungeon got familiar with the layout of the cabinets, shelves, and the room in general. Dad had spared no expense for the dungeon I saw some high quality leather work on the tawse, whips, and leather covered paddles, not to mention a lot of other interesting toys, clamps, and spreaders. I looked at my watch and remembered that Jazzy and Krissy were going to show up soon to see Mom and Dad off for the adventure. I was thinking about my own adventure with two slaves to enjoy, abuse, fuck, and suck for the next eight weeks my cock twitched with the possibilities. I went upstairs locked the door and hid the door handle in the cradle pocketing the keys I went to the kitchen to get a drink. About 5 minutes later is when Jazzy and Krissy walked into the house calling out for Mom, Dad, and me. I walked out of the kitchen to find the girls sitting on the couch watching TV when they saw me Krissy dropped to her knees and pulled Jazzy down with her.
"I see my soon to be wife understands what to do when her Master walks into the room. Where were your manners Jazzy? Huh? Does my sister slave not understand that her Master walks into a room you are to kneel in display position ready for me to use you? Well, that will earn you 10 kisses from Veronica later."
"Yes, Master, I am sorry Master." I smiled at her reference of being "Sorry" for I knew she did like the kisses from Veronica. I heard a door close upstairs and Mom coming down to where we were waiting. Dad was right behind her holding onto something. I looked hard at it and saw it was a leash attached to Mom's collar in the back; her cuffed hands in front of her with her butt plug Pony tail was swishing back and forth as she walked. Mom was wearing a thin summer dress her nipples poking the top of her dress and I could only imagine she was naked underneath except for the pony tailed butt plug. Krissy and Jazzy had returned to the sofa before Mom and Dad walked into the living room.
"Slut, tell your daughter and son what you said to me upstairs. Tell them your punishment and why you ask for your son's forgiveness before I deal out the punishment."
"Yes Master. Jason Chase Cooper, please forgive this Mommy Slut for disobeying instructions by my Master I intentionally seduced you to treat me like you did and to fuck me in my holes, so that I may use you as an excuse to cum without permission."
"What is your punishment Mommy slut?"
"Master has told me that I must wear the collar to airport, kneel on the floor of the limousine naked, and suck his cock until we arrive. Then I will dress with my collar and the pony tail plug in my ass through security. If the security agent requests that I remove my plug I will do so in front of him or her and allow for a cavity search by a female agent. Once finished I will reinsert my plug and go to the gate kneeling in front of my Master for all to see."
"Well, that does seem like an appropriate punishment, but what about my punishment towards you seducing me to fuck the Mommy slut. Should I not have the opportunity to discipline you for your naughtiness treatment of me?" Mom looked at Dad and he just nodded his head.
"Master has stated that you may punish me anyway you would like and I am to call you Master Son from this day forward." My thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, I could not think of any type of punishment that would suit the situations when suddenly the doorbell rang. That is when it hit me I looked at Dad and said
"Strip Slut." Dad looked at me and I smiled. He smiled right back at me and told Mom that I was in command at this moment. Mom stood up unzipped her dress letting it fall to the ground, yep, naked as I assumed.
"Answer the door Slut. Let the driver in"
"Yes, Master Son." Mom held her head high and opened the door to a 30 something gentleman in a black two piece suit.
"Please come in." The guy walked in with his eyes wide and looked at Dad. I watched his cock twitch and he was red faced for seeing Mommy slut naked holding the door.
"Uhmm, Sir My name is Frank and I am here to take you and the missus to the airport. Where is the luggage and I will load it in the car."
"Well, Frank the bags are right over here we have eight pieces and one slut to transport. Girls help the nice man with the luggage." Krissy and Jazzy still dazed by Mommy slut's admission sprang to life and took the luggage out to the limousine. I walked up to Dad and asked to talk to him in private for a second. Telling his slut to stay naked and in display position we walked into the kitchen.
"Dad I would like for Mommy slut to suck the driver off as a generous tip. What do you think?"
"Son, it is your show right now. I know you would never hurt or disfigure your mother in anyway. So be my guest to treat your mother the slut she is calling her Mommy slut is perfect. Seems your sister and girlfriend were a little surprised by what I did."
"Yea that is an understatement. It shocked me as well. When you get back you can tell me all about it."
"Yes, that would be great. Take care of your sister and your girlfriend"
"Fiancé Dad. I am going to marry her a couple of months after I graduate once I am settled in the firm."
"Yes, Carl is looking forward to have you as an intern this coming year. We have plans for you."
"Thanks Dad. Now let's get back to the slut and the driver."
We walked back into the living room Mommy slut was still kneeling in display position, Jazzy, Krissy were sitting on the couch, and the driver was standing by the door. I walked up to the driver and said we have a very generous tip for him if he would like it. Frank eyes Mommy slut's hard nipples and said that would be fine.
"Mommy slut, get over here and suck Frank's cock but don't swallow until I tell you."
"Yes, Master Son." Moms crawled over in front of Frank, unzipped his pants pulled out his semi-erect cock and slide it straight down her throat.
"OHH, Jesus. Damn this slut is a great cocksucker best I have had so far as a driver." He said looking at Dad.
"You trained her well. OH Damn what a way to start my day. OH SHIT YOU cock sucking slut you can suck a mean cock. OH SHIT I am going to OH CHRIST here is come SLUT" Frank exploded into Mommy slut's mouth jerking four or five times and Mommy slut catching all of the white creamy goo in her mouth. Finally, Frank stopped jerking and Mommy slut opened her mouth to him to show that she indeed had his spunk in her mouth. Frank looked down totally out of breath and smiled.
"Slut swallow do not lose any of the special sperm or I will punish you here and now." Dad said. Mom swallowed three times before she could say anything.
"Thank you for your deposit of your seed into this vessel. I am forever in your debt. Someday I will repay you in kind."
"Mommy slut you may get dressed you have a plane to catch."
"Yes, Master Son." Mommy slut licked Frank's cock clean then she put him back into his pants then got dressed. Turning toward Dad she said
"Master we must go now. Our plane leaves in four hours." She stood up walking over to Jazzy, who was still in a fog from the humiliation display put on by her mother directed by her brother and father. Mom hugged and kissed Jazzy and Krissy then turned to me.
"Master Son may this pony slave girl hug and kiss you?" Smiling I nodded my head. Mommy slut wrapped her arms around my neck and put her mouth to my ear.
"Master, when I return will you punish me in the dungeon? I want to feel the cane again Master." I tilted my head back looking into her eyes they were full of love and lustful indications. My hard cock twitched and jerked against her belly. I knew she could feel my 10 inch man meat pressing her belly causing her pussy to start dripping again. I looked down, sure enough Mommy slut juices running down both legs, and I smiled.
"I will deal with you upon your return Mommy slut."
"I like it when you call me that" I smiled and stepped back from her.
"Mommy slut you may go with your Master now. Have fun and enjoy your vacation. We want to see pictures of the places you will serve." Mom nodded she knew what I meant so did Dad. Smiling they walked to the car Jazzy, Krissy, and I stood at the door. The girls waved I reached under their dresses and played with their butt plugs. Both of them started to moan and I felt wet pussy juices running down their legs. Once the limo was out of eye sight I leaned over to Krissy telling her to strip here and did the same to Jazzy. I walked back in the house, my two slaves followed me with their dresses, and I continued to walk at the dungeon door I stopped them.
"Kneel Slaves. Before we go any further I want you to know that this room is a secret room and not everyone needs to know. If someone asks me about this room outside of the three of us, severe punishment will beseech both of you and I will release you. Do we understand?" They both nodded.
"I want to hear you say it I do not understand a nod. Tell me in your own words that you understand if anyone outside of this family asks, talks, or makes a suggestion about using this room I will punish you both and release you of your servitude to me."
"Master, we will not mention this room to anyone. Under severe penalty and banishment we agree to your commands."
I looked deep into both their eyes and could see the excitement and truth behind their words. I pulled the hidden latch unlocked the door told my slaves to kneel and wait. I went into the room and turned on the low lights they gave off the eerie glow in the room. I grabbed two blindfolds and walked back up the stairs. I fastened the blindfolds to Jazzy and Krissy's heads stood them up and guided them down the stairs until they were in the middle of the room. I grabbed the wrist and ankle cuffs attaching them to my slave girls. Once the cuffs were on I clipped Jazzy's ankle cuffs to the eye bolt in the floor and her hands to the hoist chain above her head. I guided Krissy to the gyno chair, secured her ankles to the stirrups, and secured her thighs to the chair so she wouldn't fall out and secured her hands to the bar above her head. Looking at my beauties naked, dripping pussy juice on the floor I decided to leave the blindfolds on. I reached for Veronica and I started on Krissy's exposed nether regions. Slapping lightly on her inner thigh to her pussy I went up and down and back again, striking here and there just hard enough to cause pain but not enough to hurt her. I smacked her pussy three times; Krissy was moaning and trying to rock her hips for better contact with Veronica. By the time I was near the third time around Krissy started begging me to fuck her. I smiled and laughed.
"Krissy, my sweet slave wife to be I am enjoying my torture of your body." As I was talking to her I had removed my clothes and sporting a very hard 10 inch meat missile I stabbed balls deep into her tight wet pussy. Krissy gasped and mumbled sentences which I didn't understand. I kept fucking her hard and fast watching signs of her impending orgasm and I pulled out. I then struck her pussy harder three times her moans and cries were music to my ears. Looking at Jazzy watching her try to get come contact with her clit but could not because her ankles were secured to the eye bolts in the floor. I walked over to her and swung up into her dripping pussy, juices flew everywhere, and her moans of pain and pleasure echoed in the room. Krissy was moaning, hearing her sister slave's moaning, she was on edge of an intense orgasm that I had denied her. With my cock sticking out in front of me I walked in between Krissy legs and sank straight into her open pussy.
"OHHHHH...God Master. Please fuck me just fuck me hard, pound this pussy, beat my cunt until it is raw. OHH Master please fuck me."
Fuck her - I did sweating and slapping beating her cunt with my body, I felt my balls tighten and my dick grow it was more than I could handle and sank until my pelvis hitting her clit. I exploded into her firing four or five strong ropes of sperm into her fertile womb. I knew she wasn't on birth control and it made it that much more enjoyable to know I might have just bred her.
"Cum Slave!" Krissy cried out and her muscles went rigid, and tightly showed signs of the intense orgasm.
"OH SHIT Master OH SHIT Master...OHHHHH SHIT MASSSSTERRRR" Then her head slumped to the side and she passed out. I released Krissy and carried her to the bed in the corner of the room. Now on to Jazzy, I walked over to a cabinet opened a drawer and pulled out the cruelest pair of nipple clamps I could find. Taking my right hand I twisted and pulled on her nipple; she was moaning and begging me to fuck her as I did her slave sister. Her mouth opened in a silent scream when I attached the nipple clamp to her right nipple then I did the same to her left I then added a 3 ounce weight to the chain connected to the two clamps pulling her tits and nipples down. Jazzy was moaning her pussy was leaking down her legs and onto the cuffs to the floor. There was a large puddle below her.
"Oh my look at this slave you have created a pussy juice lake below you. I wonder if I shoved this large dildo into that sweet tight wet pussy would it go in without much resistance let's see." I took the 3 inch girth dildo and pushed into her cunt with no resistance. I kept pushing it in until just the base was peeking between her pussy lips.
"You are to hold this dildo in that nasty wet pussy if it falls out Veronica will beat your pussy raw, understood?"
"Oh...My God Yes Master. OH...shit...I feel full OH GOD Please Master may this slave girl cum for you? I so need to cum Master. OH..SHIT..NO...OH..SHIT...Master it is vibrating." Yep, a vibrating 8 inch by 3 inch dildo stuck in her pussy and I turned it on HIGH; man I am evil but that is the life of this Dom.
"Yes, my slave girl a vibrating dildo and weighted nipple clamps biting into your nipple flesh. Are you ready to orgasm when I tell you?" I started to fuck her with the dildo and added a hand held vibrator to her clit. Jazzy tried to fuck back on the dildo as the vibrator tickled her clit. Her ankles secured to the eye bolts she could not get the required motion going and caused her to become more aroused, her fucking motion caused the weight to swing which pulled on her nipples giving her more painful pleasure. I took out the dildo and told Krissy to lick it clean; she was kneeling beside me while I tortured my slave girl. I took Veronica in hand and smack Jazzy on her left cheek she jerked forward the weight went backward pulling on her nipple.
"Now my Jazzy slave I am going to remove the nipple clamps while I fuck you. You may cum when the clamps are removed, understood?"
"OH. Yes Master. Please hurry and fuck me. OH SHIT OH SHIT, Please hurry Master." I instructed Krissy to move underneath Jazzy and me, lick her clit while I went around behind her, and easily slide into her drenched pussy. My long cock slide effortlessly into her cavity, since I had already cum in Krissy it would take me longer to cum in Jazzy.
"Slave girl do you feel my cock buried in your dripping cunt, can you feel me sliding easily in your depths?"
"OH MASTER I can feel every inch of your wonderful powerful cock in my pussy. It feels so good. OH MASTER please fuck me OH SHIT MASTER OH NO Please I don't want to cum NO Master Please, Please release the clamps. OH GOOOODDDDD NOO NNNOOOOOO OH SHITMASTER OHSHITMASTER NO NO.."
This is all she could say as I started to slide back and forth in her drenched snatch and with Krissy licking her clit to a frenzy; Jazzy didn't have a chance of not cumming before I commanded her. I reached around to take the left nipple clamp off but instead of opening it I yanked it off. Jazzy screamed and I rubbed her left nipple then I grabbed the right nipple clamp yanking it off, Jazzy screamed again, I dropped the clamps on the floor, holding my slave sister's hips fucking into her spasming pussy. The orgasm was intense; she was convulsing and jerking forcing my cock deeper into her unprotected womb.
I whispered into her ear "You wanted me to breed you didn't you?" She was silent still in the throes of her orgasm, I felt my balls tighten and my cock expand knowing full well I will cum deep inside of my sister and possibly getting her pregnant. It was the thought of getting her pregnant that I lost it, shooting five or six thick streams of sperm into her fertile womb, my cock sliding deep into the opening of her uterus. Jazzy screamed from the insertion of my cock into her uterus then passed out. I removed my cum covered cock from her still twitching pussy; releasing the wrist cuffs from the overhead chain Jazzy slumped into my waiting arms I told Krissy to release her ankle cuffs. Carrying Jazzy over to the small bed in the corner of the room I put her down covering her with the blanket from the shelf. I looked over at Krissy and pointed to my cock, she came over swallowed it and proceeded to clean and arouse my cock to full length. I just let her suck my cock until I exploded down her throat she cleaned me up again then sat back on her knees into the slave position.
"Well, my sweet Krissy you did rather well today. I am impressed with your attitude and service to me and your sister slave. Remain naked go upstairs and fix us some lunch with only water for drinks I am going to tend to Jazzy then we will be up shortly.""Yes, Master. What would you like for lunch, Sir?"
"Oh, make about four or five sandwiches the meat and fixings are in the refrigerator as well as the water. The chips are on top put them in a large bowl for the three of us to share."
"Yes, Master." Krissy stoop up and cum dripped out of her pussy on to the floor. She dropped to her knees and licked up the splatter. I told her never mind and go fix lunch. I watched her hips sashay to the stairs and up to the kitchen, Krissy closed the door and I looked at Jazzy still out cold. I got up took a wash cloth wet it with cold water and started to clean up her pussy and legs. This caused her to stir and wake up.
"OH Christ that is cold. Damn Master you could have at least warmed it up." I slapped her left tit with my open hand which brought Jazzy back to her reality.
"I am sorry Master. I did not mean to be that way it was just a shock to my body when I felt the cold press onto my mound. I understand you are cleaning me it was just a shock, Sir."
"Be mindful of who you are addressing slave. I might not be generous next time and have Veronica teach you a lesson or two."
"Yes, Master."
"Krissy is making lunch are you able to stand and walk upstairs?"
"No, Master. I have to clean up the dungeon before lunch."
"Slave you and your sister slave will clean up after lunch and not before. You still are demanding to control the situation and that I will not have or you will suffer worst punishment."
"Yes, Master I will do my best to keep that in mind." I helped her up her legs were a little shaky but otherwise after a thorough search of her body for cuts or bleeding from the nipple clamps, she was able to climb the stairs into the kitchen. I shut the dungeon door but didn't lock it.
We sat down at the kitchen table eating the sandwiches my slave wife made for our lunch. I was deep in thought about what next I could do to torture my slave girls and decided that lounging around the house naked would be best the girls needed a break and frankly so did I. I told the girls to go down to the dungeon and clean up the mess we made and come back to the living room when they finished. I walked into the living room laid down on the couch and fell asleep. I woke up about 2 hours later and the girls were not around. The last place was the dungeon so I made the small walk to the dungeon. I opened the door and hear moaning and groaning; when I got to the bottom of the stairs Krissy was over the spanking bench her hands and feet shackled to the benches legs and Jazzy was swinging the tawse on her ass and fucking her with a strap on dildo going deep on each stroke. I silently grabbed Veronica walked behind and slightly to the left of Jazzy. I raised Veronica over my head and just as Jazzy was coming out of Krissy's pussy I smacked Jazzy on her right cheek. Jazzy screamed and thrusted forward causing Krissy to moan, I struck Jazzy again on the back stroke and forced her to fuck Krissy deeper while getting her ass marked. I grabbed Jazzy's hair in mid back stroke and forced her back into Krissy's wet snatch stopping her from moving back.
"So, slave girls want to play some more and without you Master being present. Did I give you permission to play SLAVE?" Still holding her head I forced it down on top of Krissy's back with the strap on still embedded in her pussy. I turned to the left giving my right hand and Veronica a clear target to strike. I hit her fast and hard on her ass cheek leaving red welts where Veronica kissed. Jazzy tried to move her ass forward away from Veronica but pushed deeper into Krissy's pussy causing Krissy to cry out in pain.
"You will release Krissy from the bench and she will secure you in her place."
"Yes, Master." Jazzy unstrapped Krissy and then bent over the bench in her place. Krissy strapped her in and held the strap on. I selected a 10 by 3 inch round dildo attachment to the strap on. I told Krissy to put it on and wait for instructions. I reached for Veronica then changed my mind picking up the cane. Krissy looked at me her eyes wide, I held up my finger to silence her. I stepped to the left of Jazzy lowered to her ear.
"You wanted punishment for disobeying me slave. Well, here is your chance to feel my punishment to the fullest. Now do you know why you are being punished?"
"Yes, Master because I felt it better to play than to work." She said with a smug smile on her face. Oh, that smug smile will go away after the first strike of the cane I said to myself. I laid the cane at the bottom of her ass at the top of her thighs just were they meet just like Dad taught me not just three hours before I moved my wrist back about 2 feet and flicked the cane into Jazzy's soft flesh.
"OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh...Master OH Master that hurt. Please I beg you have mercy on me." She screamed. I struck again and Jazzy screamed again for the next five strokes of the cane Jazzy screamed but never safe worded out, I was impressed because I was so mad. I told Krissy to move between Jazzy legs and insert the dildo just the tip into her dripping pussy. I moved behind her and slide my cock into her wet snatch, and forced Krissy into Jazzy. Jazzy felt the large dildo entering her pussy and moaning her approval. I reached around with the cane and struck her hanging tit flesh three times on each tit. Jazzy moaned louder and told Krissy to fuck her and I fucked Krissy. As Krissy pulled out I pushed in and so forth until I heard Jazzy begging to cum. Krissy wasn't far behind her she started to beg as well. In one big push I planted my cock deep into Krissy, pushed the fake cock deeper into Jazzy, and told both to cum. Jazzy screamed as the orgasm took over, I felt Krissy's pussy clench on my cock squeezing and milking my balls of my seed. I exploded into Krissy for the second time that day. I whispered into Krissy's ear that I just slashed her womb for the second time with my sperm and I indeed wanted to breed her. She turned her head kissed me passionately on my lips.
"Master if you so want to breed me it's within your right as owner of my body to breed me. I love you Master and want nothing more than to see you a happy Master." Her pussy was still milking my cock of my sperm while she orgasmed away. Jazzy had come down from her orgasmic release and was still twitching when I pulled out of Krissy to release Jazzy. I looked at her ass nice thin red welts showed up right where the cane struck her body; the marks were up and down her thighs, ass, and back.
Jazzy dropped to her knees open her mouth and cleaned my cock tasting her slave sister's and her Master's combined juices. Once my cock was clean she looked up at me waiting for her next command.
"Slave girl you really disappointed your Master by disobeying."
"I understand Master. I will do my best not to disobey you again." Krissy still attached to the strap on was standing to my left providing me with her ass as a target for the cane. I swung and struck her ass very quickly with the cane. She screamed and cried out, but never said anything about it hurting. I swung again striking her ass where the thigh meets; Krissy did a little dance in place but never moved away. I struck her on the upper thighs she danced again. I did this for 5 more strokes of the cane, Krissy danced in place on every stroke.
"Do you know why I punished you my slave?"
"Yes, Master because this slave played before doing her work."
"Very good now secure yourself to the spanking bench." Krissy bent over securing her ankles and one wrist to the spanking bench. I told Jazzy get in front of her spread her legs pushing her pussy into Krissy's mouth. I walked behind Krissy and slide my raging hard on into her dripping snatch fucking her. It took me about 5 or 6 minutes before I felt my balls tighten.
"Slave, are you ready for another load of your Master's seed?" Not really waiting for an answer I blew my semen into her unprotected sex. I pulled out Jazzy knelt and licked my cock clean for the third time that day. I went to the cabinet pulling out a pussy plug stuffed it into Krissy's cum filled pussy. I expanded it telling her to leave it in until I told her to remove it. I wanted Master's seed to impregnate her. Jazzy walked around and released Krissy helping her stand up. Jazzy then secured herself to the spanking bench wiggling her ass for me to come fuck her as well.
"Jazzy my slave I have none left to help you with. I am spent. I will wait for 2 hours before planting my seed into your juicy cunt." I walked in front of her and secured her left wrist since she secured the right wrist to the leg of the bench. I took hold of Krissy's arm and walked out of the dungeon upstairs. For the next two hours Krissy and I watched TV and drank. Finally, I went down to the dungeon found Jazzy crying.
"Slave, why are you crying?"
"Master, you left me here in the dark."
"Yes, because you were so insistent on getting you pussy fucked by your Master that I decided you needed to know that I am in charge not you. If I wanted to fuck you 2 hours ago, but I told you I could not for another couple of hours. You decided to pout about it, so I decided to teach you a small lesson in patience."?"
"Yes, Master. I understand." I walked round to her head and knelt to eye level looking into her sad green eyes. I smiled my cock getting hard just thinking about her unable to move. She was at my mercy. Standing up I moved closer to her head. Jazzy opened her mouth wide to allow my semi hard cock into her waiting lips. I moved forward as she sucked my cock into her warm wet mouth. Krissy had come down to the dungeon and I motioned her to play with her slave sister's wet pussy. Krissy slide her fingers up and down from asshole to clit several times enlisting moans from Jazzy. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips back and forth in Jazzy's mouth, so good, so warm, so inviting I couldn't help myself and started to face fuck her ramming my cock down her throat. Jazzy for her part just opened her throat making like a pussy to allow me full control of her mouth. Soon I felt my balls tighten and I did not want to cum in her mouth. I pulled out of her hearing her gasp and cough I walked around motioning to Krissy to move away. Jazzy's cunt was dripping juices on the floor. Grabbing my hard cock in one hand and Jazzy's hip in the other I slammed forward spearing her tight wet pussy until my pelvis hit her ass. Jazzy screamed her pleasure and I motioned Krissy to start twisting and pulling on her slave sister's nipples. I continued to slide in and out of Jazzy's slippery wet pussy making squishy noises from our fucking. I picked up my pace fucking her harder and faster.
"Yes, Master. Fuck your slave, fuck me harder fuck me faster. Master abuse this slave's cock vessel beat my cunt into submission. It is yours Master, it is yours. OHHHHHHH...MMAAAASSSSSTTTTEEERRRRR...fuck fuck fuck fuck...OH SHIT Master please may this slave cum for you? Please Master Please MASSTTEERRR...OH SHIT NO NO NO..." I felt her cunt clamp down on my cock like a vise; damn she has been practicing her Kegel's in her spare time. Fucking her was fantastic I reached around to play with her clit rubbing it back and forth. Jazzy was trying to move her hips trying to rotate her pussy into my thrusts but could not, I pounded her hard and faster finally I felt the urgency of my release moving from my balls to my cock.
"OH..Damn Slave. You cum when I tell you. If you cum without permission you will stay here. I will punish your ass and pussy so hard you will safe word out of the punishment. OH FUCK!! Yes, that's it squeeze your Master's cock. Get ready slave here I CUMMMMMMMMMM...OH SHIT"
I shot my load deep into her fertile pussy with one final thrust. I yelled for her to cum and almost regretted it. Her vagina clamped so hard I thought she would cut my dick off at the base. I was stuck in her pussy feeling the contractions milking me of my sperm. I leaned down onto her back and whispered "Slave here is lesson one if you wait for your reward it is much better than getting no reward."
I pulled out of her walked around and offered my dripping cock to Krissy who cleaned me. She sucked me down and cleaned my cock and balls. She sat back on her heels when I was clean waiting for my next instruction. I then walked over to the table grabbed the pussy plug, slammed it into Jazzy's slippery pussy and inflated it making sure it was not coming out until I released the valve.
"This plug in your pussy is to make sure that my sperm will not leak out. If I remember correctly, this Slave said she wanted a child planted in her."
"Yes, Master I do." She said breathlessly. I released Jazzy from the bench; she stood on wobbly legs but looked well fucked. Her legs spread a little further apart from the pussy plug; she dropped to her knees next to Krissy waiting for their instructions. Clean this dungeon, then take a shower, and make yourselves clean and beautiful for your Master. Jazzy when you are finished come back to me in the kitchen.
About 20 minutes later Jazzy was kneeling at my feet, Krissy was next to her. I crouched down in front of Jazzy and reached her pussy rubbing her clit. Of course she was still highly aroused; so I reached the plug and released it pulling it out caused Jazzy to moan some.
"Oh, I see that was enjoyable was it slave?"
"Yes, Master just knowing that it held your seed in my fertile cunt is more than enough to keep me aroused for you Sir." I looked at Krissy. She looked a little saddened by Jazzy and my exchange. Lifting her chin I looked into her eyes.
"My dear sweet Krissy, you too will get the pussy plug. I will plant my seed in your fertile womb this afternoon, but first both of you make something to eat. I know I am hungry, trying to keep both of my slaves satisfied and aroused is a full time job."
The girls made lunch naked and served me. I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, we had been fucking, sucking, and in sessions for over the last 36 hours, I told them to sit down and eat and that we will eat as a family.
"When you serve me you serve yourselves as well. I don't like eating alone."
"Yes, Master" they said in tandem. I discussed with my slaves the next couple of days we would curb the fucking, sucking, and more fucking. There was work to complete in the house. I told Jazzy to clean the bedrooms, gather the sheets to wash. Krissy I sent out to the pool, she was to clean the top of the pool while I checked the chemicals and pumps. I finished with the pool within 10 minutes; Krissy was still swiping the top of the water getting the bugs out. She stood there naked, her tits firm and her nipples sticking out like two pencil erasers. They were hard and ripe for the taking. It took more will power not to grab them than I thought. We were on day two of Mom and Dad's three week vacation. It was a day after Christmas I had not given my slaves there special present I was waiting for later that day. I walked into the kitchen to prepare our meal. I was making New England clam chowder and grilled swiss and ham sandwiches. I called my slaves in for their lunch. As I was eating I turned on the TV to see some news. A news flash came up about a Typhoon that hit the eastern side of the Philippine Islands; I thought back and then went to look at the paperwork that Dad had left, checked Google Maps and found they were on the Eastern side of the Islands. Oh shit, I wonder if they are all right. I went back to the TV to listen to the news some more. The Typhoon waves crested to 50 feet above the little island. There were survivors but not many. I started to pace around the kitchen listening to the reports. I called Mom's cell phone and got no answer then I called Dad's phone went to voice mail. Shit this is going to kill me the waiting to hear from them. I sat and waited, the girls were watching me, and Jazzy said that those poor people need some help. Looking at me her eyes grew wide with shock.
"Where Mom and Dad on that island?" I just looked at her with a saddened expression.
"Oh No, NO not them please God not Mom and Dad. Oh Please no!" I grabbed her and pulled her close allowing her to cry, her head buried into my chest. I looked over at Krissy, she had tears in her eyes, I opened my right arm to have her join us. With both my slaves crying I did my best to comfort them. Finally, with enough tears to float a battleship I said.
"Ok, look let's give this a couple of hours at least. I will call Dad's partner at the firm to see if he has heard anything from the island." I grabbed my phone and walked out to the pool dialing the firm's number.
"Yes, good morning. Is Mr. Caloria in? It's Jason Cooper. Yes, Reginald's son. Thanks I will wait. Mr. Caloria, Vito, yes, I remember sorry. Hey have you heard from my parents yet? Oh, you didn't hear about the Typhoon that hit the resort. Yea, it happened sometime two days ago. No, I haven't heard from them since Christmas. They called around 7 PM. No, nothing. Thanks please let me know as soon as you find out. Bye."
I told Jazzy and Krissy that the firm had not heard from either parent and we were not to worry. Yea, right fat chance that is going to happen.
Three days had passed we were in a small funk, not wanting to play or have sexual fun. The girls cleaned house, muddled around picking up laundry, they were naked wearing only collars, both shaved smooth; we did not play at all during these days. I was in a bigger funk; I talked with Vito a couple of times over the last three days with no update from State or the Philippines. I called some of my influential college friends, one in particular his dad was a diplomat for the US in Japan. I called Cheeks -- that is our nick name for him -- Charles Epstein Emanuel Kerger -- Cheeks.
"Hey Cheeks! Yea, it is me, nope not yet. Yes, I will let you know, but first I need to ask a really big favor. We can work on the payment later. Well, four days ago a Typhoon hit an island resort were my parents were staying. I have asked Dad's firm to see if they can find out anything without any luck. Can you do some digging and see if you could tell me if our parents are still alive. Yea, they were at "Wishful Intimacy". Yes, it is a BDSM resort. Yes, they have been for many years. I believe Dad was in #15, and Mom was in the stables. Yea, she loved being a pony girl for Dad. Oh, she is a great pony girl as far as I have heard from Dad." I didn't want to go any further with him on this tract.
Cheeks listened "Can you just try and find out what happened to them and if they are still alive. Thanks I will wait to hear from you. I will have my cell on me just call my number." I gave Cheeks my number and then hung up thanking him again for helping out. I knew he wanted to session with Jazzy and I will have to allow it for the work he is doing for us. I will not discuss it with Jazzy I know she will do my bidding.
At 6, my phone and I answered "Hello this is Chase."
"Chase its Cheeks. Hey man I have some news and I hope you sit down before I tell you."
"What is it Cheeks?"
"Well, you Dad is dead. I sent you a picture for confirmation. The authorities need to make sure it is him and I said I would get the confirmation." Just then my text notification signaled. I opened the picture and sure as shit it was Dad. Looks like he took something into his chest -- it had punctured his left lung between the 4th and 5th rib. Yea, he died instantly felt no pain. My emotions welled up in me and I started to cry. With a shaky voice I answered Cheeks and confirmed that yes it was Dad. Cheeks told me that the body they would fly the body back to the home airport and I would have to sign and intern our father in the family plot on the property. He gave me the flight information. I then asked about our mother."Cheeks what about Mom? Any word on her? Did they find a body yet?"
"Chase there was not a lot of information about who and what was happening. The Police happened to find your father in a tree. As for your Mom, well no information at all, but if the images are what they are then she may have been killed as well. Hell, Chase the entire resort is now floating in the South Pacific. Most of the low-lying areas of the island are out in the South Pacific. I will keep on top of it, and keep checking the reports, but it doesn't look good buddy. I will let you know as soon as I have any word."
"Thanks Cheeks." I hung up and then walked into the kitchen were my slaves were preparing our evening meal. With my head held high and a heavy heart I told them what Cheeks has just told me. Jazzy lost it, dropped to her knees wailing, shaking, and became a total quivering mess. I picked her up and carried her to my room. I helped her and did my best to comfort her. I too needed to be comforted, but I had to deal with my little sister. Finally around 9 or so, Jazzy had calmed down and had fallen asleep on me. I gently removed myself from under her and went down stairs to find Krissy sitting watching TV. She had been crying as well. I sat down next to her reached around and pulled her to me to cradle in my arms. She let loose as well and cried for another 2 hours before she regained her senses.
"Dear sweet love slave of mine, I must go to the airport and pick up our father and transport him to the funeral home. I want you to get dressed, sun dress, panties, bra, and a light make up on I will be back to gather you and Jazzy for the funeral. I want her in the same type of outfit. One more thing insert the balls into your pussy's I want to know that you are still my slaves even during this trying time."
"Yes, Master I will make sure we are ready for your return." I went to my room and put on jeans, t-shirt (Harley Davidson), my boat shoes (not for the boat any more), and grabbed my truck keys and headed to the Air Cargo entrance of the airport. I entered the Air Cargo office and told the person behind the desk that I was there to receive a body. He looked up the information and told me that the flight just landed I had to wait until the cargo was unloaded. I looked outside and saw the plane pull in and shut down the engines. A representative of the State Department came in looked at me and said
"Mr. Cooper, I am sorry for your loss. We have been looking for your mother without much success we fear that she may have perished in the Typhoon as your father. We have search every sanitary within 30 miles of the resort without luck. Please accept our sincere condolences on the loss of your parents." I thanked him for the recent efforts to find Mom. I took the clip board he was holding and signed for our father as a tear started to form on my cheek. I looked at the hearse; long and black with what looked like silk window curtains. The casket was loaded into the hearse the driver said that he was going straight to the funeral parlor and would see me there I nodded my head to him and watch as the hearse drove out the gate and onto the highway towards home. I went inside sat down and cried.I leaned back in my chair swung around putting my feet on the ledge and starting gazing out the window on the twelfth floor of the office building. The firm, Dad and his partner, own the entire building and I had a corner office overlooking downtown. June in the city was beautiful and I looked back, I started to reflect on the last twenty-four months since Mom and Dad untimely death. Zoning out -- you know looking but not seeing only what the mind's eye will see -- I traveled back to the "phone call" one that changed my mind on family and my relationship to my sister, my then girlfriend, now wife, and their devoted sister slave.
The phone call, which I dreaded, to our Uncle Jack, which I never knew we had until Mom told us the day she left for the Philippines. It turned out that Uncle Jack lived in Virginia Beach, Virginia. I called him that evening and reluctant I tell him that Mom and Dad died in the severe typhoon in the Philippines at a BDSM resort.
"Hello? Master Jacks house. How may I help you?" A sultry voice said.
"Hi, my name is Jason Chase Cooper. Is this Jackson Kyle Champion's residence?"
"Yes, this is his residence. How may I help you?" A sultry voice of a female asked.
"Can I speak to him, please? I am his nephew?"
"Just a minute." The phone silent for a few seconds then a male voice.
"This is Jackson. How can I help you?"
"Do you know someone by the name of Pauline Cooper?"
"Wow, haven't heard that name in a while. I know her she is my sister. Why do you ask?"
"I am her eldest son, Jason; I have some bad news Uncle Jack. Mom and Dad went on vacation to the Philippines just before Christmas. The day after Christmas there was a huge typhoon that ripped through the resort were they were staying. We have not heard from them since then and Mom said to call you if anything happened. Well, here is the call Uncle Jack." Why cloud the issue? I thought to myself, come out telling the truth it is the best way.
"Oh wow. Ok, how are you and Jasmine holding up?"
"Hold up. How do you know about my sister and me?"
"We are holding together. Well I am a lot better than Jasmine. She seems to have gone into a depressive slump and I am having a difficult time doing my best to get her out of it."
"Ok, give me a couple of days I will be up there before the end of the week."
"Uncle Jack, I can handle it." I stated.
"Jason, I know you can. I also know that you need some time to think and get some things in order for the inevitable outcome. I am not trying to be morbid about it, but reality is reality."
"Ok, yea your help would be greatly appreciated. I didn't know you even existed until Mom gave me your number the day she took off."
"We will discuss the finer points of why I have not been around the family. I will see you by the end of the week."
"Thanks, Uncle Jack. See you soon."
Three days later, as I finished the funeral arrangements for Dad, there was a knocked on the door. I called Krissy over and had her answer the door, naked -- as per my house rule.
"Wow, nice tits toots. Is Jason around? I think he is expecting me."
"Just a minute sir, I will go and find him." As she closed the door in his face, Krissy walked to me in my study.
"Master, there is a man at the door asking for you. Should I let him in or send him away."
"Krissy, I will go to the door and see what he wants. Get Jazzy and put on the clothes I laid out on our bed. Then come down to greet our guest."
"Yes, Master." Krissy bound up the stairs and disappeared.
Getting out from behind my desk, I walked to the front door peered through the peep hole, open the door. Standing at the entrance was this long-haired braided bread burly guy about Dad's age, with tattoos going down each arm wearing a twenty-year-old leather jacket with motorcycle and other type patches decorating it.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Yeah, are you Jason?"
"Yes, I am Jason Cooper. Whom might you be?"
"Oh, nobody important other than your Uncle Jack, are you going to let me in or am I going to have to find a hotel room for the night while you run my credentials."
"Come in please Uncle Jack. Sorry, but I was expecting someone totally different when I called you."
"Yeah, I get that allot lately." Jack said with a smile.
I called for the girls to meet him. Jazzy strolled to the foyer, Krissy came bouncing in both wearing the summer dresses I had laid out that day just for this reason. We made our introductions, Uncle Jack appraising Krissy and Jazzy.
"So, who was the beautiful woman that answered the door naked?" He asked.
"That would be slave, Kristine Kimberly Kracen and this lovely woman next to me is Jasmin, your niece."
"Must say Miss Kracen, you do have lovely tits and such nice color areoles, those nipples look tasty." He said with a smile and an evil grin.
"Thank you, Sir." Krissy was blushing from head to toe. Uncle Jack walked up to Jazzy then hugged her and he whispered into her ear "I miss them too." ,then hugged Krissy and finally shook my hand. With the pleasantries out of the way, I showed Uncle Jack the house and set him up in the Guest bedroom.
"Uncle Jack thanks for coming with such short notice. I have arranged for funeral services, Dad's body will be arriving at the funeral home sometime today. We have an appointment at the funeral home around one this afternoon. After that we will go to the lawyer's for the reading of Dad and Mom's will."
"Wow, you are very thorough with the preparations. I thought I would need to do something but you seem to have it under control. What can I do to help?"
"Uncle Jack could you talk to Jasmine, please. I have tried to get her out of the slump she is in with the loss of Mom and Dad. She is not taking it really well. My slave and I have done our best, but doesn't seem to be helping."
"Jason it will take time but I will talk to her and see what I can do. I will do my best but I am still trying to cope myself with the loss of my sister and your dad."
Thanks Uncle Jack." Jack left and I stayed in the study looking over some of the papers Dad had left for this occasion. Jack left about thirty minutes after we walked into the study. Two hours later, Krissy came in and kneeled beside me.
"Yes, my sweet one?"
"Master, my sister Jazzy, and your uncle have been in her room for some time and I have fixed lunch. Should, I go and let them know it is ready?"
"Yes, knock and tell them that lunch is ready. I will meet you at the table. Do not wait for an answer. Come back down stairs and we will start without them.
"Yes, Master."
After a while, Jazzy and Uncle Jack joined us for lunch in silence. My thoughts running from Uncle Jack; not knowing him for my entire life, to Jazzy, her devotion to me through thick ant thin, to my sweet wife to be Krissy, planning our wedding and her collaring ceremony. Jazzy and Krissy cleaned the dishes. We got dressed in silence and headed toward the funeral services. The viewing, funeral service, and burial took over three hour and I know Mom and Dad would have loved it. We left the burial site heading toward the lawyer's office. During the drive I held Jazzy on one side and Krissy on the other, both crying and heaving. It took all my strength and will power not to bust down with them. We went into the lawyer's office sat down. Jazzy and Krissy would not stop crying and in my fragile state I told to stop and be quite or punishment would be severe when we returned home. Soon they were quiet and the lawyer started.
"This is the last will and testament of Reginald and Pauline Cooper. In the event of our death together or separate our estate is hear by remanded to our son Jason Chase. Cooper and daughter Jasmine Christine Cooper, she will retain two percent (2%) of the estate. Jason is now owner of sixty percent interest in the law firm of Cooper, Brackston, and Chase, LLC PA. Upon my death -- Reginald Francis Cooper -- Jason Chase Cooper is the Managing Partner of the law firm mentioned above. Of our many assets -- the house in Maine, the summer house in Jamaica, and the cabin in Colorado donate for safe shelter for battered woman and children, unless Jason decides to keep one or all. The Sailboat "Pauline's Escape," the speed boat "Pauline's Getaway," the cars, the house, and other assets in my or my wife's name are now property of Jason C. Cooper. Jason will find a blue envelope in the safe -- combination is my birthday and our wedding date -- once this is open -- for his eyes only -- he will understand he is the sole beneficiary of our estate. All financial bills, loans, and any other monies owed to individuals, corporations, or banks are not be transferred to this estate nor to Jason C. Cooper. We love you both. Please celebrate our lives don't morn. Move on. Much more love than can be spoken. Reginald C. Cooper. Dad"
Needless to say, I had a thousand questions with no answer by the lawyer. I signed where I needed, make sure the taxes were paid, Jazzy was hysterical about receiving only two percent of the estate. It surprised me as well, but he did say a blue envelope in the safe. We drove back, Jazzy crying the entire way Krissy doing her damnedest to calm her down. Jazzy just kept saying, "Mom and Dad never loved me. I was a mistake." I put the caddy in the garage everyone got out. I proceeded to stop Jazzy when she came around to the front of the car. I grabbed her putting her in a huge bear hug and let her wail on my shoulder. Krissy and Jack went inside while I dealt with my sister.
"Jasmine do you trust me?"
"Yes, Master."
Right now, I am not your Master. I am your brother and you are my sister. I want to know if you trust your brother not as you trust your Master, but as your brother."
"Yes, always."
"Good you and I are going to the study. I am going to open the safe and we will read his letter together. Got it?"
"Yes, Jason." We walked into the house holding onto one another. I felt her huge sigh letting out her breath to ease her tension. She relaxed a little, not enough and I will have to see to that later. We walked into the living room, the study was to the right, I saw Jack and Krissy sitting watching some TV.
"Uncle Jack and Kristine, we will be in the study for a long while. Please Krissy make some dinner for all, Jasmine and I will eat later. You two please give us some time and we will join you."
"Hey that's ok. I can go see some old friend's in the area. Would you like to come along Kristine?" Uncle Jack said. Krissy looked at me and I nodded my head.
"Where something nice but revealing when your with my Uncle."
"Of course Jason I will." With that I took Jasmine into the study and shut the door. Once inside the study, I sat Jasmine down in the lounge chase, I went to the safe dialed in the combination opened the safe grabbed the blue envelope moved over to sit next to my beloved sister. Opening the envelope I pulled the contents out spreading them on the coffee table. Four Letters two addressed to me and two addressed to Jasmine. Looking into her sad green eyes I said, "See Mom and Dad did love you. You are not a mistake. Hell how could you be a mistake if you have a brother like me." She smiled.
"I know it was just embarrassing to be given only a small percentage, now please read Mom's letter to me." I picked up the envelope marked to Jasmin Christina Cooper in Mom's hand writing pulled out the letter
"My dearest, sweetest, and loving joy of my heart daughter this is the hardest letter I have had to write. I have to address it to my daughter who by now is a wreck. From losing us and finding out you received a small inheritance. There is comfort though in the fact that your father and I both knew you two would become intimate. Yes, I We just hoped it would be after we were gone from your lives, but alas it is not so. You see we suspected something was going on before Jason finished his junior year. We were wrong, your father sent you away without telling me breaking my heart, and I believe his as well. I found out when I returned early from a social event the weekend following Jason's return from college. Jasmine, you seemed rather antsy and hyper to hear your brother was coming home. I heard you one evening, while your father was way, masturbating to your brother's name. You started to be happier, more energetic the closer to Jason coming home. I accepted that and was not really thinking about the summer just that he was coming home too. The second day of his return, Jason went to go running and you came down wearing the shortest running shorts -- I wanted to say to you go back and change, but I let it go. You bounded down the steps to the drive way and both of you turned left down the street. I decided to follow at my own pace but keeping both of you in sight. It was difficult; you and your brother run so well together. When you stopped at the bench and then slipped behind the bushes out of sight. I saw my son and daughter hiding and was wondering what was going on. When suddenly I see Jasmine removing her clothes, I wanted to run over there and yell at the both of you, but couldn't I was to voyeuristic to stop it. I knew it was wrong and it really turned me on and I watched as my daughter gives herself to my son. As I watched your brother slamming into your pussy, I was fingering mine as well. When you both came, I came as well. He is impressive and would love to have his cock in my pussy one day -- don't say anything to your father about it. Oh hell, he already knows I want to fuck both of my kids. My kink and I digress.
The point is Jasmine, please don't limit yourself to just Jason. Find a nice man -- I didn't say boy find a Man. Age is relative it only matters to your relatives. I don't know your sexual preferences whether it be male, female, or whatever. I love your brother, as you know and if he makes you happy then by all means stay with him and be happy. If on the other hand you don't seem to be as happy, find someone who will make you happy and make them happy, love them as you love your brother.
Jasmine, I have no regrets in life. What I will miss is helping plan your wedding, watching you grow with my grandchildren, listen to your millionth complaint about your absent brother and wanting to say so myself. I will miss you both. I love you both. I have to stop now because I cannot see the paper from crying through all of this. Please Jasmine find someone to love, be loved, and want love nothing less. Love Momma."
"Holy Shit! Mom fucking knew and never said anything!" Jasmine said after a millisecond pause. Her loud voice made me jump a little in my seat.
"Holy fuck fuck Holy shit fuck. Mom and Dad knew" suddenly snapping her head around leveling her eyes at me.
"Jason Chase Cooper, I said this at the beginning of that summer and I will say it now. I didn't care then and I don't care now, I am happy and want no, I need to be your slave. I am professing my heart, mind, and soul to serve you in whatever capacity I may serve as your property. Jason Chase Cooper, I am now your property inherited by our parents. You are my Master and I will obey and trust your instructions, commands, and if you see fit to punish me when I might be disobedient, a little testy, back talk, or just because you want to smack by ass Big Brother, Master, and Lord of this lowly slave. How can I please you Master?"
"Ok, I understand but -- SHIT -- SHIT -- SHIT -- SHIT. Man o Man.....damn it just damn it. Sorry Jasmine had to get that out. Right now let's finish read the letter from Dad to me. Then we can figure this out." I opened the letter and started to read.
Jason,
The difficulties I have writing this letter to you will be profound and it is one of the most difficult letters I have ever written. Reading this letter means I have passed way, missing presumed dead, or some other fortuitous reason I have been declared deceased.
I have watched you grow into a fine young man and look forward when we can work side by side at the firm. However, I guess if you're reading this I am dead. Which really sucks. Well I figure you have a million unanswered questions about why your sister only received a small inheritance. Oh yeah, I bet your really pissed and just cannot understand why. Well, I did say that the blue envelope would explain things. When your sister became obsessed with you, I watched her when you were around. Jasmine wanted you more than as a brother; she was submissive around you Jason. I shipped her off to a private retreat to help her get over her addiction to having her brother become her Master. I read jasmine's diary and instead of handling it myself like a Father should, I shipped her off to some god forsaken hell hole of an institution for her re-education into proper sexual morality. It didn't work, she came back more determined to be your slave and she seems to hate me for sending her away, well that is my suspicions. I felt lousy, I felt alone, and I felt I lost my little girl because of this, when in fact I gained much needed respect for her. I know but why did I leave her with so little because she told me upon your return that she was going to submit to you and beg you to be her Master. I tried to be the father she needed, but alas it was too late. Jasmine had already committed to you when I tried to talk to her about it. She told me in so many words that her brother had already claimed her as her slave. What I didn't know was the length of time between you and Jasmine. There is a key in the envelop, that is the key to the storage closet in the kitchen -- secret stairs down to the basement and turns right into a fifteen hundred square foot dungeon with reinforced steel beams, and sound proofing. If Jasmine is really your slave now then you get a chance test it out with Jasmine. Jason be good to her if I find out you have harmed her or done something bad to my little girl I will haunt you for the rest of eternity.
With that said, I must close this letter out. I will bring one more sage advice to the newest managing partner at Cooper, Brackston, and Chase, LLC PA -- go in confidence, hold your head high; you have a law degree just like the other partners in the room just not a lot of experience but experience means set in your ways and don't get set in your ways. Biggest difference is that you manage a lot of lawyers and I know you can do it and I own, well you do now, sixty percent of the firm and as my successor. Daniel Brackston -- he is the Senior Partner and other forty percent of the company don't try and buy him out he will not sell. Everyone in that firm, now works for you and Dan, be wise in your decisions. Most importantly talk to them and treat them with respect with any luck they will respect you. Son, I will miss you and our ladies. Take good care of Jasmine and the firm. I love you dearly son be good. Love Dad.""Well, doesn't that beat all? He knew and accepted that I am your Master as you have professed since junior year, I guess?"
"Yes, Master since I have been sixteen. I had been masturbating to our fantasy which is now reality. Master, I don't know if I want to read Dad's letter to me or Mom's letter to you. That could be real interesting in light of the fact she too wanted to fuck your brains out. Hell you did the night before they left. God that was amazing."
"Uhmmm...slave! Jazzy! We will read both of them and finish what is in this envelope before we walk out of this room. STRIP!"
Jazzy stood up removed her dress, bra, and panties in front of me. She stood in slave display; her glistening pussy was at my nose. I reached up with both my hands grabbed her ass pulling her pussy to my tongue. Jazzy gasped at the sudden stirrings of pleasure and a moan escaped her lips when she felt my tongue sliding across her erect clit. I lavished on her naked cunt causing her to spread her legs wider. Her breathing labored and fast, I could feel her legs trembling with need. Her pussy was pouring out her sweet nectar onto my tongue and I was drinking it all. I couldn't get enough of her; I felt her hand grabbing the back of my head forcing my face and tongue deeper into her bare pussy. Taking two fingers, I slide them slowly into her opening. A loud moan bellowed from her lungs then she started to bounce up and down my fingers fucking herself. I snaked in my third finger resting my thumb on her very hard sensitive clit. Her trembling legs showing her growing signs of a massive orgasm, she couldn't stand because of the sheer intensity of the pleasure running through her body. I grabbed her hand off of my hair and stood up my fingers still in her snatch holding her up. Still finger fucking her flooded bare cunt because that's what it was her cunt and I own it, she even said as much. Faster, I went harder deeper still holding her up by her pussy.
"What is it you want Jasmine? Your brother's fingers are fucking your soaked cunt. You are getting you close orgasm and you are denied from orgasming until you answer my question Slut. What is it you want my slut of a sister. Tell your brother your Master what is it you want and then and only then will you be allowed to cum."
"Ohhhh....Myiiieee.. Goooddd...Jason....please I have told you....OHHHH....MASSSTTTEERRR.....please....I want to be your slave, I want you to breed me with your child, I want to be fucked, loved, and used any way you desire Master....OH....god Please Master....I can't hold off....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....Masssttteerrr...AAhhhh...Ahhhhh.... I want to be owned by you, I want to pleasure you, I want to serve you, I am your servant, I am your slave,,,,,I am your SISTER SLAVE, I AM YOURSSSS.....OH...GOD PLEASE MASTER!"
"CUM" I whispered in her ear jamming my three fingers into her slick wet pussy rubbing hard on her stiff enflamed clit. Jazzy's head went back, her eyes rolled, her mouth opened, she started to convulse around my fingers. Shaking and thrashing about it took all my strength to keep her standing through the powerful orgasm. Her pussy doing its best to draw my hand inside, clamping down hard on my fingers praying her pussy didn't break them. She lost her legs, dropping on my hand with my fingers buried deep into her pussy. Jazzy grabbed around my neck and I held onto her until she stopped moving, her breathing was rapid and labored. After a couple of minutes, Jazzy regained her sense of balance, I had to hold her up, or she would have fallen. She looked at me through glazed post orgasmic slits and said, "Master, I am yours. How my I serve you. I love you and meant ever word you forced out of me."
"At this moment, your pleasure has pleased me. I will defer to later after we finish the letters. Now open Dad's letter to you."
"Yes, Master." Jazzy opened the letter handed it to me.
"My dearest daughter;
At the time of this letter you are in the institution for your re-education and I feel awful. I should have kept you here and talked to you about your feelings for your brother. I know you trust him and he will treat you well. However, you both are consenting adults and whom you want to be with is none of my concern. I just wish you could talk to me about it. Your mother and I could have helped but instead we shipped you off because we didn't want to deal with the harsh truth about your natural ability to be submissive towards your brother. I felt like I had failed to provide the better home.
I purposely provided you with a smaller amount of the estate for two reasons one because I, undoubtedly know, that Jason is your Master at this point since we are dead and there is nothing I can do from the grave. I gave him major control because you as a Slave, everything that belongs to you belong to your Master; I gave him authority because you wish to be his property. Therefore, as of this letter and as your father and my property -- Jason is now your owner through inheritance. Therefore, call him Master, Daddy, call him whatever he chooses for you to call him. You are now officially his property. Look at the remaining documents. Second, if you did leave Jason to pursue other avenues or relationships, you will have some money. Remember daddy will always love his little girl. Be good and proper slave to your brother. Dad"
"What the fuck? I have inherited a slave. I have inherited my sister as my property and slave. How cool is that?" I joked. Jasmine playfully slapped my arm. Knowing that this is not even legal in this or another state of the union, I kept my mouth shut and listened to Jazzy.
"Well, Master. Look at this piece of paper. What the Fuck? Holy shit! Master look at this. It is a certificate of Ownership for one Jasmine Christina Cooper from Reginald and Pauline Cooper to Jason Chase Cooper. This certificate is proof that Jasmine Christina Cooper, henceforth to referred to as the "Property." The Title of transfer of "Property" to the new "Owner" is effective immediately upon the death of previous owner -- Reginald and or Pauline Cooper. All Liability, taxes, and other municipal, state, and federal regulations, policies, and procedures are completed and henceforth will be the sole responsibility of the New Owner.
Signed by Reginald C. Cooper."
I looked at the document and the certificate both were totally legal -- I don't know how, but I legally owned Jasmine. She was my slave -- according to these documents -- and she had no rights but what I gave her as her Master.
"Well, Jazzy. It is here in black and white signed, sealed, and delivered you are officially my property to do with as I see fit. I will have to look into how we can get you from Slave to Free woman unless you want to stay as my property?"
"Oh silly Master, I don't need a piece of paper to tell me that you are my Master. I already know you are my Master. This just let's everyone else know that I am your property and Master. Now read Mom's letter to you and that is the last one right?"
"Yes, it seems that way." I looked over the items from the envelope besides the four letters and the certificate of ownership for Jazzy, there was a check book and bank account statements for the last two years. I glanced at the top of the most recent statement from six months ago. I dropped my jaw just staring at the number on the page -- What the Fuck! We were millionaires. Holy Shit! I looked and found the investment portfolio in the envelope shifting through the pages I found the total of our investments and the return we were getting monthly. We can survive until our grandchildren had grandchildren and still have a left over to help some needy families. With liquid assets, investments, and from the firm, paid monthly and that number would go up or down by five to eight percent over the next three years. Shit, I calculated in my head that we -- I -- was worth close to 250 million dollars at this time and I had sixty percent of the Law firm. I didn't have to work for the nearable future, but I would anyway. Somebody had to make sure the firm would make money. MUAHHHHAAAHHHAAA....
"Master, please read Momma's letter to you" Jazzy asked bring me out of my day dream. I opened the letter and started to read it aloud.
"My dear Jason, sweet baby boy;
I don't really know how to start this conversation, but here goes. I am your father's slave; I have been since the day he took me out on "Pauline's Escape," the day I said yes to marry him. He has told you the tale and for the most part, I do dearly love being at his beck and call anytime or any place. He has kept our sex life and our marriage very consistent and strong. I do not regret becoming his slave I enjoy it. Your father has a way about him in court and at home -- commanding is all I can call it. Which reminds me Jasmine is your slave, I knew the day after you arrived home, on her 18th birthday. Jasmine was too happy -- at least that what I sensed -- and when you were in the room she gravitated towards you. I do remember watching TV one night and thought Jasmine looked a little flushed at the end of the movie we were watching as a family. I took notes Jason -- well not written ones at least mentally was another story.
Jason, please reconsider Jasmine is a smart, kind, loving woman, she has her life ahead of her and I would hate that she be pinned down to her brother for the rest of her life not knowing the true joy of someone else. She needs to find love outside of the family. She has not done that, part of it is my fault trying to live the life of a Socialite and a Trophy wife which blinded me to the situation at hand. I witnessed you and Jasmine in the park, I witnessed you having intercourse with Jasmine, and it hurt me. I thought you were better than this standing up for her as not only a woman, but also your sister.
Jason I know you're a strong healthy dominate man you are nice, kind, find someone to fall in love with and be the dominant I know you to be caring, loving, and determined. I will love you always in my heart and my soul. I will miss you. Love Always Mom -- Pauline Cooper.
NOTE: Added - Today, I watched you spank your sister's ass and make slow love to her out beyond the shed. As I watched, I imagined I was Jasmine, feeling the sting of your hand and the fullness of that wonderful cock of yours. Alas, I will not that's not the type of Mother I am. Mom"
"Well, that is a damn shame. She didn't update her letter before she left. Damn, she wanted me back when I first got home. It wasn't until I returned for Christmas break that we hooked up. Then we both were fucking her."
"Master, Mom never mentioned that she saw us together that day. I thought she would have but guess not."
"Yeah, it seems that she wanted to find out how far we would go. Well, now we know that both are parents knew we were fucking. Dad knew the full score Mom not so much. I wonder did Dad ever mention to you about knowing who you are and who I was to you."
"No, Master he never talked to me about it. With the night before they left I wanted to feel his cock in my ass, but he wouldn't do it."
"Yes, we all had our fun that night." We sat there in silence for a bit then Jazzy slide off the couch and kneeled in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, without saying a word gave me her pleasing eyes and then looked down at my crotch then back to me.
"Ask for what you want my slave sister."
"Master, I want, NO, I need to worship your wonderful cock. I have been thinking about it since we left for the funeral. I wanted to please you in the limo on the way to the burial site. I need to taste your semen Master. I need to taste my Master's seed, his sweet tangy essence. Master, please this slave needs to worship your cock, use your slave's mouth as you would her pussy. Allow me to pleasure, my Master by worshipping his cock."
Wow, now that is begging at its finest. How could I refuse a request like that I nodded my approval. I stood and she removed my clothes, soon I was standing in front of my sister naked as Her Master. Jazzy kneeled up grabbed my cock with her mouth pulling my head in, swirling her tongue around the tip getting it nice and wet. Then she sucked my cock until her lips met my pelvis. I sat down before I fell down; Jazzy followed me never letting me out of her mouth. God, what dedication, what fucking skill, cheerleading really paid off I guess. Oh shit bad Jason, your sister was not a slut in high school she was a slut for you in high school.
"Oh...shit, Slave that feels fantastic. You have been practicing! OH....Damn...sis....OH FUCK!" I said as my sister swallowed me whole. Resting her lips at the base of my cock using her tongue to circle around the head then suck me going up then slammed down to the base. I leaned back, in the lounger, letting Jazzy worshipping her Master's cock. She would slowly move up my cock licking and sucking me then slam her face to my pelvis and back again up slowly. She was savoring my cock, loving it, worshipping it and me. I finally took my right hand grabbed her hair from the back of her head and forcefully moved her up and down my cock, Jazzy open her mouth and throat allowing me full access to her cunt mouth. I face fucked her, increasing my pace until I was slamming my balls on her chin. Jazzy was drooling saliva running down her chin to my balls, she made gurgling sounds and moans while I fucked her throat. I felt the orgasm in my balls, that tingling feeling and the swelling, the urgent need to blast down her throat.
"FUUCCCKKKK...DAAMMMNN....you ready slave to receive your Master sperm? DAAAMMMNNNN...here you go SLLAAAVVVEEEEEE..." Groaning bucking up and forcing her head down until she bottomed out at the base of my entire ten inch cock; Jazzy had opened her throat swallowed my ten inch cock down her esophagus and was still fucking breathing. I looked down, my pubic hair tickling her nose while I pumped my sperm straight into her stomach. I let out a mighty roar as I finished. Licking and cleaning my cock juices completed, she lifted her head sat back kneeling straight up between my legs wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Oh sweet slave, when did you learn to suck Master's cock with swallowing."
"Oh, I have been practicing Master. Do you like?"
"Slave, no I didn't like, I fucking loved it. From now on that is the way you will worship my cock understand."
"Oh yes, Master." In her sweet innocent Barbie Girl voice. I looked at my baby sister naked in front of me, her bald pussy glistening with her pussy leakage. I slide my hand down her belly until I split her lips running my finger around her dripping mons. Her eyes never left mine as I parted her lips, sliding three fingers into her wet love tunnel. She moaned as I slowly finger fucked her, still she was kneeling-up on her knees, spread wide apart giving me access to her treasure. I jammed my thumb on her clit forcing the orgasm out of her.
"OHHHHHHHHHH....GGGGOOOOODDDDD..Master. OH SHIIIIITTT Master..." Leaning back bending her body until her head laid on the floor to give my fingers better access I slide a fourth into her wet cunt. Her orgasm still causing her to lift her pussy into my invading fingers, she was fucking my hand rocking up to meet my inward thrust.. Finally, I curled my thumb into my palm and forced my hand into her. My entire hand slipped into her well lubricated pussy.
"OH Master. What the fuck! OHHH....my goodness....OH SHIT. I...I...MASTER may this slave cum, please I beg you to allow...OH....Master, What the fuck, Oh shit, I feel you touching my cervix OOOOOhhhh....MASTER OH FUCKING WOW." Indeed my hand was messaging her uterus making like a cone, sliding my fingers up and back again like fucking the outside of it. She was cumming and cumming, her tits jutting straight up arching backward putting her head on the floor, I pinched and twisted her right nipple causing her to moan louder. She still moved her pussy into my hand and I was fucking her womb with my fingers incased around it. Smooth gently pressure with an in and out movement, Jazzy was rolling on the fourth or fifth orgasm.
"Master, Please STOP, Oh God, Please Master please mercy Master." As she kept humping my hand in her cunt I stopped and slowly extricated my hand from her abused cunt. My hand covered in her juices up to about four or five inches of my wrist. Amazed that her pussy could take my whole hand inside, I presented my hand to her lips, and Jazzy started to lick it clean, moaning as she did so.
"Now that is a first fisting, slave. How did it feel?" Jazzy couldn't answer she was still in her post-coital pleasure from the intense orgasm she had while her Master fist fucked her to orgasm, She was slow to respond, but finally, she could speak to me.
"Master, I could not believe you had your hand in my pussy. It was fantastic never have I felt so full and wanton. When you started to message my womb, I lost all control I couldn't stop cumming until you pulled out of me. Master what you did; fucking incredible. Thank you." I just smiled knowing it would not be the last time I do that to her or my slave.
As she put her feet and legs in front of her, I messaged some life back into them, then I slide down in between her shapely legs, gliding both of my hands up her smooth shapely runner legs. I gently pushed outward on her knees, she opened wider for me, I looked at her glistening pussy and dove in, no preamble, no warning, nothing just buried my face in her bald pussy and proceeded to suck her juices out the pussy I had my hand in. I gave her another three orgasms before I stopped. She was exhausted, Jazzy still wanted to serve me. She slide off of the couch next to me, descending into my arms. I forced her onto her back jamming my cock into her heated cunt without a misstep, forcing my cock into her depths stopping only when I felt her pelvis against my pelvis, both of us moaning while I penetrated her Pulling out ,Jazzy groaned from being empty then moaned when I started to fuck her.
"Fuck your slave's pussy Master. Beat my pussy until it is sore red and swollen then keep fucking me. Oh FUCK Master Fuck Me Harder Harder YES Fuck me just like that....OH SHIT." That is when she felt my cock head at the entrance of her cervix opening her womb with my fucking. The longer the stroke the deeper I went and her eyes were wide with wonder and lust. I grabbed her feet forced them back bending Jazzy at the waist, her legs going to her head. I plowed deep leaning over her hips slamming into her like a jack hammer.
"HOLY FUCK...Master....OH MY GOD...YYYEEESSSSS....Oh fuck me Master FUCK ME....MASTER FUCK ME." Right at the time I supposed to let loose of a torrent of my sperm into my sister I heard a knock on the door. Still pounding away on my slave I told them to come in. I heard Krissy ask if everything was all right and Jazzy yelled.
"Sister, Master is fucking me into oblivion. OH...FUUUCCCKKKK.....MASTER PLEASE MAY I CUM! OH...MASTER...NO MASTER...I CANT HOLD IT....PLEASE FUCK ME POUND ME MAKE ME SCREAMMMMMM...NO MASTER I AM GOING TO FU...FU...FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMMM.......MASTER I AM SORRY...Oh god, I cumming again....OH SHIT." Jazzy was convulsing around my cock, her cunt clamping hard on me trying to milk my cream out of my dick.
"Are you ovulating today Slave?" I whispered in her ear. Jazzy nodded her head unable to speak through her long intense orgasm.
"Good because I am about to blow my seed into your womb directly, do you feel that Slave, that is your Master's cock in your womb fucking it. Your Master is fucking your womb, SLAVE; my dick is so far into you that I will inject my seed directly into your fertile womb. OH FUCK" I was hammering my sister bent over ass under my spread legs, I held her legs onto of the sofa not letting her move, pounding away on her pussy. Jazzy was grunting from the onslaught of my full body weight slamming down on her pussy pounding it into mush, trying to push her through the floor to the basement.