Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19
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Juana Campo
“There's my little bitch,” I grinned when Carmelita, her hair still damp, followed Lee out of the bathroom. The air smelled so fresh, the piss quickly cleaned up, bacon and eggs now frying. But I was having a breakfast of sliced fruit.
And so was my sister.
My pussy was stuffed so full.
“Mistress,” Carmelita said, her body stiff, her eyes red. Had she been crying?
Good.
“I bet you're hungry,” I said, twisting in my seat. Juices trickled out of me, soaking into the mat I sat on. Naked girls had to sit on mats to keep from ruining the chairs with their juices. They were washed, so Clint claimed, every day.
“I am, Mistress,” she said, glancing to the kitchen. Clint and his harem were in there, crowding around the island, laughing, joking, so comfortable with each other. Lee joined them, goosing Alicia's ass which caused Clint and Melody both to smack her rear hard.
How she beamed at that.
“Well, bitches eat from bowls on their hands and knees,” I commanded my older sister. “So get down on them.”
She obeyed. No objection, no fighting. There was such an alacrity to it. She was being conditioned to obey. She was tired and clearly horny. Lee had done her task well this morning. Clint's plan was going perfectly.
When he woke me up early this morning to tell me about it, I became so wet. It had been so hot to piss in Carmelita's mouth. I'd make her do that every morning. Drink my piss before licking me to a screaming orgasm.
“Now come here and eat from your bowl,” I said, pushing my chair out from the table, the legs squeaking on the hardwood floors in here.
“Bowl?” she asked, looking confused, not seeing one.
I spread my legs. My pussy bulged with pieces of fruit. Peaches, orange slices, bananas, and little blueberries. One fell out, rolling onto the pink mat, covered in my juices. “Your bowl's right here. I have all your favorite fruits in here.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she said as she crawled towards me. Her stomach rumbled loud enough for me to hear it.
“Oh, someone's hungry for pussy this morning,” I giggled. “My big sis just craves my cunt, right?”
She flinched then muttered, “Yes, Mistress.”
I closed my legs as she reached me. “Try to sound enthusiastic. I am letting you eat your breakfast out of my pussy. You should be thankful. Not acting like a pouting bitch.”
“Sorry, Mistress.” She took a deep breath, forcing a smile on her lips. “I am so hungry to eat your pussy this morning.”
I could see it in her eyes. She meant it. And there was something like...relief. Like by forcing her to say it, she could pretend she really wasn't a lesbian. Just forced to follow my orders. And that irked me. I wanted her to admit that she was gay like me. To embrace this instead of fighting it.
Damn. What more did I have to do?
And then I groaned as she pushed her face between my thighs. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled into my pussy. Her teeth pulled out a piece of fruit from my over-stuffed pussy. I smiled, loving her jaw chewing, eating the fruit covered in my tangy musk.
“Oh, yes, just enjoy the fruit coated in my cream. Peaches and cream, your favorite.”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” she said before nuzzling in and snagging another piece of fruit.
Her curving ass wiggled back and forth. Bruises were blossoming across it, blotches of purple fading to browns and yellows. It added splashes of character to her heart-shaped rump. I loved the squirming.
Her pussy was on fire. She enjoyed this.
Her tongue probed into my pussy, pulling out a little blueberry. She ate it, moaning her enjoyment before diving in to get more and more. I twitched and shuddered, my pussy absorbing the pleasure of her tongue reaching in, the feel of fruit sliding out of my snatch.
But the ripples of delight came from the sheer fact my big sis was eating the fruit out of my pussy. That she was devouring my cunt and obeying me. It was so naughty. I wanted to feed her pussy-flavored fruit like this every day.
“Oh, yes, get out every piece of fruit,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, trying to force out the pieces of fruit deeper in me. “Just such a cunt-hungry slut. God, I love my sister-slave.”
Carmelita shuddered, her hands squeezing my thighs as she feasted. Her tongue kept reaching in, swirling, finding more and more of the fruit in me. She pulled out slices of bananas, blueberries, juicy oranges, and peaches. She pressed her face into my cunt, eating so hard.
Her nose rubbed my clit as she ate. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and gasped, my juices flowing, staining her lips. I loved the sounds of her chewing, eating the pussy-infused fruit. My breasts jiggled, my nipples aching.
And then she thrust her fingers into my pussy, probing in for the deepest pieces of fruit. I gasped, being fingered by her. Delight rippled through me. I groaned, my eyes opening so wide as she played with my snatch.
And pulled out the fruit from my depths.
She popped a piece of peach into her mouth, chewing, lips smeared with my cream. I groaned, loving what she was doing. She jammed her fingers back in, snagging an orange slice coated in my juices.
And ate it.
“Yes, yes, keep feasting,” I moaned as she buried her face back into my pussy, wiggling her tongue in, hooking a blueberry into her hungry mouth.
My pleasure mounted, swelled. This was so hot. I had her obedience. Now I just had to get her to admit she loved this. That she was a lesbian. Then my older sister would truly be my dyke-slave. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard, pushing out the last piece of fruit into her mouth.
She snagged it, pulling it out of my cunt, her fingers rubbing at my clit. Massaging my bud. I gasped, bucking, and then my orgasm burst through me. My head threw back. I squirmed, my pussy spasming.
She drank down the wash of tangy juices flooding out of my cunt. She moaned, slurping down my cream. The rapture shot through me. This was so hot. I groaned, my thighs tightening about her head as my orgasm shot so hard through me.
“Yes, yes, yes, you're such a good pussy-eater. Oh, Carmelita, my sexy sister-slave, you are the best! Such a great muff-diver. You ate all your breakfast.”
“Yes, she did,” Clint applauded.
I opened my eyes, blinking, seeing him watching, his mother kneeling before him and sucking on his cock. Melody was beside him, her mother eating her pussy. Professor Samuels devoured her daughter's pussy, Melody's blonde hair spilling about her shoulders.
“She feasted,” grinned the blonde.
“Yes, she did,” chortled Lee, feeding Pam a piece of bacon she had pulled out of her own pussy.
“Just admit it, Carmelita,” I groaned, my pleasure peaking. “Just admit you're gay!”
Carmelita didn't answer. She just kept eating my pussy. I shuddered, another orgasm shivering through me. I groaned, the chair creaking and groaning as I thrashed. Rapture shuddered through me. It boiled my brain. I loved everyone watching us, watching my sister eat her breakfast like the lezzie bitch she was.
“Oh, linda, you are so good at eating pussy,” I praised, using my pet name for my sister when we were growing up. She was such a pretty girl.
Then the front door opened and closed. A moment later, Ms. Hiragawa appeared. Pam's mother was dressed in a trench coat. She opened it, revealing she was naked beneath. She dropped the paper bag on the table, PetSmart's logo on the side.
“Your package, Mistress Juana,” she purred before moving back to Clint and falling down to her knees.
She joined his mother at sucking at his cock.
I grinned, snatching the bag and pulling out the dog's collar. It was red and stiff, the fabric scratchy. “Well, Carmelita, it's official, you're a bitch. See.” I bumped the tag dangling from it, a name embossed on it. “What does that say?”
Carmelita looked up, her face falling. “Carmelita.”
“That's right.” I unbuckled the collar and put it around my sister's neck, cinching it tight. I shuddered, almost cumming just from the sight. “You're my bitch forever.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she said, her head lowered in shame, her hips still wiggling.
She must be on fire right now. Good.
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