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

The feeling of his large cock stretching her throat was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Especially as he treated her like a common street whore, someone he had paid to use and abuse and throw away. Only he wasn't about to throw her away - he had made that much obvious. He was obviously invested in this now that he had taken the initiative to get things started. Emily choked and gagged on his massive fuck tool, gasping for air and struggling to remain fully conscious as he removed his member from her throat a few times. She sputtered as he slapped the hot flesh against her delicate cheeks, now smeared with her red lipstick and covered in her own saliva and his precum, only a small preview as to what exactly was coming to her. His taste was earthy but also diluted by how hot his flesh was searing through her throat. Her tongue pressed hard against his cock, protecting him from her teeth as he forced her mouth opened wider. Somehow he seemed to be growing in size which only caused Emily to groan out in more pleasure, wanting her brother to spunk in her whore mouth, desiring it more than she could've ever imagined. He had truly turned a switch on in her brain that made her a depraved little whore. Emily's body was raw from being pushed and pulled against he hard top of his desk. Her ass was pink from pressing so hard against the material, her legs trembling from having to hold herself up and from the pleasure she was deriving from finger fucking herself. Her heels were still on, the only 'clothing' she had left on her body. But even those heels had been turned into some sort of fuck toy, as if it was a torturous last vestige of reality that she was wearing whorish heels and being pounded in her mouth by her brothers black cock. Mm, fuck, Idris, yes... I'm your cock-hungry whore sister... Punish me... she begged from him, waiting to hear him explode with another orgasm, just as he had done the night before - but this time he would be able to yell and grunt in pleasure so much more than he had been when he fucked her against her bed. Emily's free hand gripped at the edge of the desk, trying in vain to steady herself against the furniture. Her body was being pushed around like a ragdoll, especially as Idris leaned over her to finger her cunt alongside her own fingers. His lower abdomen was pressed against her chin and even cut off some of her ability to breathe through her nose, putting her in an altered state of euphoria as he brought her closer to her own orgasm with his chunky, long fingers. With his large fingers now deep inside of her soaking wet hole she could feel the plug in her ass even more now. As the muscles of her slit squeezed around his fingers, her asshole puckered, forcing the toy just a little deeper, forcing her to moan out with a wave of pleasure. His sister could tell he was getting close and as he stopped talking, she tried to moan, but was cut off as ropes of searing hot, sticky cum were forced into her throat. She tried to keep up with swallowing his hot load, but it was so powerful that some shot out between her lips, soaking the length of his cock. Her tongue lapped to get what she could, though, even as he held steady in her throat, forcing her to take as much of his incestuous load as she could. As he finally pulled away, she coughed a little but continued to swallow, flinching only a little as a final string of hot cum shot across her naked breasts. Emily panted heavily, having not quite reached a climax of her own even as his fingers retreated from her cunt. But the talk of him fucking her soon filled her ears and she was ready to do as he asked. Emily got up off the desk and looked around at the mess they had made. She looked over in the direction he pointed and started to walk, a little unsteady on the high heels now that her legs were weak. As she walked away he would certainly be able to see the red gem still pressed firmly against her behind. She moved behind a curtain to the wardrobe area and used a nearby towel to wipe her face off, a comb to brush quickly through her locks - that way at least if someone walked in on them, she wouldn't look quite so disheveled. There was a thin fabric dress that was meant to go with the Egypt scene - she slipped it on over her head, belted it around her waist, and slipped on the larger neck piece that sparkled with gems. There was headband and arm bangles that went on her small frame as well she left on her heels as they made her as tall as most of the models that would actually be working the scenery anyways. Emily felt a little silly in this get up, but it was what Idris had wanted and she already knew better than to defy him. She slipped out from the wardrobe area and moved over to the scenery. She smirked at him a little as the bangles made noise as she moved the dress was pretty non-traditional but was the sensational version that most of the American public would recognize as Egyptian. Emily moved onto the scene, squinting a little at first from the intensity of the lights. More steady on her legs now, Emily moved toward the sarcophagus and began to pose for her brother. She stood next to the large wood and gold colored piece of prop, pressing her body against it in the thin fabric, still naked underneath - and of course, Idris knew now very well what she looked like underneath it. She began to change positions, leaning forward and creating a bit of cleavage for herself and his camera lens, making her way across the scene toward the alter, even going so far as to put one long, pale leg with her foot up against the sarcophagus, almost flashing him a view of her still wet, waiting cunt. As she moved across the scene and he was able to adjust the lighting, she leaned over the alter, feeling the fabric of the dress rise up and show him a quick glance of that ruby-red toy that was still forced so deliciously up her ass.