Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 39

No… this was a dream… this had to be a dream. Helen wasn’t here with me. She was in New York. I’d broken Danni’s heart. She wouldn’t be loving on me like this.

“Does that mean you’re available again?” I asked Natashya in a stranded voice. Danni was alternating between kissing my jaw and raking her teeth across it, and I held her close to me, squeezing her tight as I felt Erin’s lips bring me closer to the pinnacle of orgasm with every stroke.

“Yes,” she said, releasing the hold her teeth had on Helen. The lawyer let in a sharp breath as the pain left her. Natashya tossed her head, throwing back some of the dreads that had fallen in her face as she gathered Helen’s long mane of golden tresses in a thick rope and used it like a leash to hold Helen in place as she picked up the pace of fucking her.  “I can’t wait to ride that cock again. Maybe I will while we watch Bobbi use her, yes?”

“What?” I asked.

Bobbi use Helen? I wasn’t sure that could even happen in my dreams. Some things simply weren’t reality, and Bobbi switching with Helen was part of that.

Danielle grabbed my chin, directing me to look back at her just in time to give me a searing kiss, lashing my lips with her wet tongue before pulling away and pushing my head to the side. Then she pressed her lips to my cheek and gave me a prolonged kiss before sliding her tongue up the side of my face until she reached my ear. “Isn’t she just gorgeous?” Danni whispered softly in my ear. My entire body shuddered with the feel of her hot breath on my cold ear.

My ears were cold. Why were my ears cold?

I never got a chance to contemplate the question. As my eyes focused on what was happening in the direction Danni was making me look, every other thought was driven out of my head.

Bobbi knelt on the ground about five feet away. She was completely nude, and her hair had been pulled up to the back of her head, showing off her swan-like neck. Her grey eyes were staring up at me through long, dark lashes, and the smirk on her face was pure sex and smugness. Her collar was nowhere to be seen, and none of that mattered a goddamn bit to me.

Because kneeling between her legs in front of her was my sister Emily. Her back was arched as she leaned back against Bobbi, thrusting her breasts toward me. They hung heavy off her chest, with pink nipples fully erect and looking delightfully tempting. Her hands rested on her thighs, and no matter what happened, she wouldn’t move them. Her long torso was taught, and her faint abdominal muscles strained under the effort to maintain that position while Bobbi held a vibrator between her legs. A pool of liquid surrounded the pair of them, suggesting that one or both of them had been squirting half their body weight in fluids from all the sex they were having. Judging by the way Emily’s thighs glistened, it was mostly hers.

There wasn’t a scrap of clothing on her, and despite our relationship, I couldn’t help but stare. As I got sucked off by my assistant and practically molested by Danni, I couldn’t tear my eyes off my beautiful Emily.

Especially while she was wearing Bobbi’s damn collar.

Fuck!

“Oh god… Mistress! Not again!” Emily whimpered. Bobbi yanked on something behind her victim, pulling her victim harder against her. It was a leash. Bobbi—my Bobbi—had Emily leashed and collared and was making her cum over and over again for her amusement. All while watching her mistress get fucked by Natashya.

Emily whimpered and squealed again, her chest heaving as she strained against the collar Bobbi held firmly onto. Her thighs trembled, and I watched as the puddle surrounding the pair began to ripple and the edges crept outward. Liquid dripped from Bobbi’s hands and the vibrator where she had it firmly planted.

Bobbi drew her lips close to Emily’s and whispered something while the pair watched me.

“I know you want to fuck her,” Danni said as her lips brushed my ear. She pressed them to my temple for a gentle, loving kiss and then continued, “I know you want to skink that big cock of yours into her. Just look at that beautiful little pussy. Wouldn’t you love to have your dick soaked by all that fluid? Just imagine Emily cleaning it off after you were done with her.”

Again, Danni sucked my earlobe between her lips and gently chewed on it while I tried to process the fact that it wasn’t Danni’s voice I heard. She’d spoken, but the voice was Bobbi’s.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

Bobbi stood up, her fingers still holding the leash tight as she dragged Emily behind her before the poor girl could have a chance to recover from who knows how many orgasms. She approached the table I was lying on, grabbed Danni by her thick mane of raven-black hair, and pulled her off the table. Taken entirely by surprise, Danni managed to keep her feet under her as she was suddenly forced off the table and to her knees. Bobbi, with her legs spread, shoved Danielle’s face between her legs and groaned as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Bobbi groaned through gritted teeth. She looked down at me. “Trade you. You didn’t want this one anyway.” She shoved Emily toward me, and my sister broke her fall by holding her hands out to catch the edge of the table where Erin was still sucking me off. My hips were working involuntarily as Erin was still deepthroating me. How had I not cum yet? I usually didn’t last this long… especially when someone was this good. Why hadn’t I cum down her throat?”

Emily looked up at me with those massive, striking eyes of hers, her messy brown hair falling around her face and partially obscuring it. Her generous lips were pursed as she stared first at me, and then her gaze traveled down my body as it involuntarily thrust into the air in time with Erin’s efforts.

The collar around her neck read, ‘Marcus’ Property.’

Where the fuck was this dream coming from?

“Kiss him,” Natashya said breathlessly. I tore my eyes away from Emily to see Helen bent over the table I was lying on near my head, panting as her increasingly damp hair fell around her face.

“Kiss him,” Helen repeated between breaths.

“You want to join me?” Erin said, pulling her lips off my cock long enough to ask the question and give my sister a cheeky grin.

“What the fuck is going on!?” I asked. Looking from one to the next.

My eyes settled on Emily, and she stared back at me. She’d risen halfway to her feet and paused when I stared back at her. She met my gaze, and her tongue danced across her lips briefly, wetting them.

Oh my god… was this going to happen?

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