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

It was hard to stuff his steel hard cock back into his pants, but Idris realised that it had to be done, simply in order to maintain the illusion that family life was normal and that he had not just fucked his own sister. The rest of the people downstairs needed to remain oblivious for as long as possible, if not forever, as being caught out in some sordid and illicit liaison with Emily would cause problems, not the least of which for his photography studio and himself. The urge to carry on fucking and abusing her tight flesh was almost overwhelming, but the brief taste of cunt he had secured seemed to be enough to bring him under control as he watched her slide off the bed and begin to straighten out her dress, tugging it down over her curves and smoothing it out over her tight body. He could still feel her tight narrow cunt tightening about his shaft, still feel her wicked ices staining his shaft and drenching its thick cunt destroying length, as he stood waiting, watching, thinkiing about when next he would defile her flesh. Every time he fucked her would just make her more his, more of an incestuous cheating slut who owas ready to risk all. You are a nasty mouthed little whore when you want to be, aren't you Emily. I like it. I can see how easy it is to bring out your inner whore now, and so can you. he growled, moving to take hold of her arm as she moved past him. He held her in a strong grip, not allowing her to move, then he span her around, slamming her into the door, leaving her teetering on her heels as he moved in towards her. One hand slid up to her throat, holding her in place, while the other eased down to slide around her hip, squeezing at her ass, before moving up to molest a tits, before slipping down to press in between her thighs to force fabric against cunt lips as he leaned in to roughly kiss her. His mouth laid claim to hers, his lips trapping her lower one, before his mouth opened up to mash against hers. Tongue slipped between lips, slashed across tongue, tasted spit and the heat of warm breath as he devoured her lips, his powerful and forceful kisses pushing her back into the hard wood of the door as he slaked his thirst for her with a searing series of harsh lip locks. His hands were everywhere, sliding, squeezing, grasping, until finally he pulled back and spent a moment smoothing down her dress again while he drew in a few breaths. You won't be outside my office all fucking day you little brother fucking tramp, because I'll be fucking you at some point. he hissed with a confident grin as he stayed next to her, hot breath on her neck as he removed his hand. No more self imposed misery for me, I'm fucking taking your soaking cunt whenever the fuck I want now. I'm going to be thinking about you all night, I'm going to be so fucking hard until I'm inside you again. I bet you'll be soaking yourself as well Emily, won't you? In fact I bet you'll be lying there, in your marital bed, with your fingers stroking away at your hot wet slit while your husband lies next to you, oblivious to the wretched sinful thoughts drifting through your head. he told her, taking her hand and pressing it against his crotch, letting her feel how hard his enormous cock still was after blasting his cum into her quivering cunny. One hand in your cunt, the other muffling your mouth as you finger yourself, dreaming about the next time your brother gets to wreck your tight young pussy. In fact... I want you to take a few pictures of yourself, abusing that tight brother fucking hole that you call a cunt, send them to me, it'll give me something to do while I'm waiting for you tomorrow. he looked amused at the idea. Don't be late. he said finally with a parting glance as he finally moved away, raping her with his eyes as he took out his phone and began to make a few calls. Next Morning His business was in a converted loft. An entry waiting and reception area bordered his office and en suite, as well as the studios where he did some of his portfolio work when he wasn't out on location. There were a few people working at the place, on lighting, wardrobe and a couple of staff photographers to deal with the numerous models who worked for him, but they would be in much later to work. Right now he had a few scenes set up in the vast area available for photography shoots. One area was devoted to a mediaeval dungeon setting, set about with various tools and toys which were of the sort which would never have made it into a real dungeon, that was for a line of sex toys which were being promoted. The other two areas were more mainstream in aim, an Egyptian tomb area, with a sarcophagus dominating the middle along with an altar and a shallow walk in pool area surrounding it, it was the largest of the settings and hieroglyphs and other Egyptian style paraphernalia was strewn about on pillars and on plinths. The final area was a simple cell, sand covered floor and blood splattered decor. Weapons strewn about and set up to look like one which a gladiator might occupy beneath an arena in ancient Rome, waiting to kill above for the crowds and be rewarded below with wine and whores. Idris was in his office with the door open, leaning back in his large leather chair with a panoramic window behind him, feet up on his chrome and glass desk as he spoke angrily into his phone. No, you aren't going to get paid you dumb bitch, and the next time you double book on me you can forget about working in this town again. Where the hell do you think I'm going to find a model at this late stage? he growled, dismissing the panicky apology as he disconnected. He pondered the situation, then began to idly distract himself by skimming through his phone. Had Emily done as asked and sent him any photos? He heard the door to the loft open and a familiar clicking of footsteps. He continued skimming his phone while speaking. We've had a set back. he said in a businesslike tone, as though speaking to a staff member instead of the sister he was fucking. I'm going to need some help testing out lighting and composition. first things first though... he growled, looking up to check out Emily, raking his gaze up and down her from head to toe. Come over here. You know what I want.