Thread: Dinner for Two! (Jack Stalker and ShadyPrincess)

Emily supposed, just from the growl in his tone, that she didn't really know what Idris wanted. But she grinned all the same, as if she did know, and continued on - she figured he was about to tell her some part of what he wanted. Now that they had embarked on this adventure he was holding almost nothing back. He was prepared with fantasies that she wasn't sure she was quite ready for but each time that he insisted, that he spoke to her like a whore and called her a slut, he was dragging her deeper into the fold, more intrigued by every breath he breathed. How had he hid it so well for so long? The craving in his voice was nearly impossible to misinterpret now, but how long had he really been thinking about this? He didn't afford her much time to think, though, as his hands made relatively quick work of her dress, pushing it up over her ass so that she was exposed to him once again. She groaned as his large fingers entered her slit, forcing her thighs to spread a little more as he pressed them in deeply. No doubt he would feel how wet she was for him already, once again ready to be fucked silly by her brother, her new lover. Her head was forced backwards and toward the side as his other hand gripped into her hair he was making it impossibly clear who was in charge here, if she had any doubts at all. But she liked it and as her muscles clamped down around his fingers, he would know it. Mm, I am a cock-crazed whore. I've need someone to fuck me right for so long... she admitted, degrading herself mostly for his amusement. A grunt escaped her lips as he forced her down onto her knees in front of him, her hands now on his knees, gripping lightly into the fabric of his suit pants as he continued to speak harshly to her. She groaned lowly when he informed her that he expect to take each and every one of her holes regularly over the week here at work, maybe even at home, wherever and whenever he wanted really - and that she was not to let her husband fuck her even once. She was certain that wasn't going to be too much of an issue her cravings were going to be satisfied by Idris after all. Emily knew this was a demand, not a request, just by the way his fingers gripped tighter into her brown, wavy locks. The corner of her mouth twitched when he threatened to get even more hard, pound her deeply and make her beg to cum - and she was okay with that. She grunted audibly when he forced her back up onto her feet, swaying slightly with the balance of her heels on the slick tile. Her blue eyes wandered down to the drawer where she saw various toys and she raised a brow when he set the silver and red plug down onto the desk. She had never really used toys before - but if that was what Idris wanted, she wasn't about to be able to deny him. She wondered for how long he had a drawer of vibrators and various other things and how many other women he had used them on Is that how he conducted his interviews? She supposed she might never actually know and it wasn't really her business - if she asked, she had a feeling she would be punished. When he made it clear the order in which he expected things to go, she grunted and stepped back just a bit. Her hands reached up behind her neck to undo the clasps, the fabric loosening just a little once those were undone. She cleared her throat and reached down to the hem of the dress which was no at her waist because he'd already begun to pull it up for her. Emily's arms crossed in front of her and she began to slowly pull the dress up over her body. The brunette's body swayed slightly on the heels, her calves getting a workout from having to hold her up on such high platforms and such a small point at her heel. She tugged the dress up over her tits, feeling as the relatively small, white globes bounced out and settled down onto her chest as the last of the red fabric was pulled off over her head. She tossed it into a pile on the floor and let him take in the scene before him before she reached over to the desk to start the next instruction. Emily had done anal before, but this plug was larger than anything that she had ever had up there and that made her a bit nervous. But when her eyes caught a glimpse of her brother's massive cock, she knew it was nothing compared to that. Last night she had gotten a really good feel for his shaft inside of her, but she hadn't really seen it fully erect and waiting for her. But there it was, nearly a foot of meat pulsing and waiting to be buried deeply inside of her mouth, struggling for release with each stroke of her brother's own hand. Without wanting to waste any more time, Emily grabbed the hard metal toy and played with it for a minute to try to decide how she should to this. Finally she slipped it down between her legs to get it slick with her juices, pulling it out from her lips to see it glistening with the same wetness that he had just licked off of his fingers. She turned around and showed him her ass, bending over slightly to give a better view. Her left leg moved up and she set her heel down on a nearby empty chair, usually reserved for interviewees to sit in, causing her lips to spread and as she bent over a bit more, her ass cheeks spread as well. Like the nasty tramp he had turned her into, she spit onto the shiny silver metal, making it even more slick. Emily brought the toy back behind her and with her left hand she spread her left cheek open and with her right, she brought the toy up from underneath her. His sister's hand curled underneath her as she pressed the hard tip of the plug against her puckered hole. The flesh was resistant at first, making her twist and turn the soaking wet, cold metal against her warm, tight spinchter. Finally it began to open, causing her to groan as her body started to accept the foreign object. her whorish hold opened up around the widest part of the toy before it disappeared into her body, filling her up in a new way, and Emily moved her hand away. She groaned as she moved to stand up a bit straighter, setting her heeled foot back down on the floor. The red jewel on the end of the toy sparkling and prominent against her porcelain skin. Mmm, I've... Always liked Egypt, she grinned, answering his question about which set up she liked, indicating it with a quick flick of her hand. Slowly the brunette turned toward him, making her groan slight as the toy slipped around inside of her ass, a new sensation to the brother-fucking whore one which she gathered she would have to get used to. Then next step was to suck her brother's cock like her job depended on it which she also would not be surprised if it sort of was. Emily moved a few steps closer and clambered down onto her knees, her heels scuffing against the floor some as she crawled closer to him, settling herself between his knees. Slender fingers reached up to replace his large hand on his cock, barely even able to wrap around the girth of his massive erection. She brushed hair out of her face with her free hand and then set it on his thigh as her occupied hand stroked the length of him. Not wanting to be punished for wasting time, she leaned forward and pressed the head of his member into her mouth. Her lipsticked lips parted wide to accommodate him and she looked up at her brother from her lowly position as she pushed down farther, only the first few inches of him disappearing into her slick passage. She wanted to please him, was eager to do so, even knowing how wrong it was, but she was going to struggle - that much she was certain of. Never before had Emily's little white body been subjected to such a massive amount of hot, slick prick in any of her whorish holes.