Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

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Juana Campo – Six Months Later

I stared down past my swollen belly, round with my daughter, at my equally bred sister-slave. She was naked, her breasts round and soft, her areolas large, her nipples fat. Her tits had really grown with her pregnancy, almost two cup sizes.

Mine had only gained a single one, but they were nice handfuls now, no longer the budding tits that Alicia still has. My hands swept down my belly, holding the curve. I only had sex with Clint that one time, but he had done it.

“His sperm are magic bullets,” Lee liked to joke. She gave birth to her daughter last month. She spent a whole day squirting her breast milk at the people living in the houses before Clint punished her for wasting his daughter's, and his own, treat.

We lived with Clint's harem now in the third house Clint's sex slave Ms. Hiragawa had bought. Rent was easy: Clint could fuck Carmelita whenever he wanted and we had to do our chores. Plus if I ever wanted to have another child, he had to be the father. And it had to be conceived the natural way.

He was such a perv. But I was so grateful. It didn't take long before our parents caught Carmelita and me having sex. And then we got the boot by our father, our mother sobbing hysterically, pleading with us to renounce Satan while crossing herself over and over.

It was fine. Our jobs at the pharmacy paid for us to buy naughty sex toys, and Clint's mom was an amazing cook. Our walls were covered in shelves with dildos, vibrators, floggers, handcuffs, whips, paddles, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and so many other fun things.

“Look at you,” I said, my sister's dog tags jingling as she shivered. She only took off her collar to shower. “Just sitting there, drooling as you stare at your little sister's pussy. You are such a dyke.”

“I am, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned. “Such a lesbiana puta.” She licked her lips. “Just let me devour your pussy, Sister-Mistress.”

I gripped my round belly, my bladder full. When you were pregnant, you had to piss all the time. “And is that all you want to do, you nasty, filthy dyke?”

She actually salivated. Drool leaked down the corners of her mouth. “I want to drink your piss! I have to pee, and I know you must, too, Sister-Mistress. Let me be your living toilet!”

How could I say no?”

“Get to it, bitch!”

My bitch lunged forward. Her hands grasped my ass, her face burying into my brown bush. I let it grow long and wild so she could really feel my silky hairs on her face. She pressed her mouth right into my snatch, licking so hard. Her tongue flew through my folds, brushing my clit, making me gasp and moan.

Pleasure burst from my lips. It echoed through the room. My ass clenched, my hips swiveling, grinding my cunt across her hungry lips. Her tongue danced through my folds, drinking the tangy cream flooding out my cunt.

Then she latched onto my urethra, sucking so hard. I felt the pressure reaching up to my bladder, pulling on my piss.

With a groan, I let it flow.

“You nasty whore,” I hissed as my piss splashed into her mouth.

The gurgling sound sent shivers through my body. My cunt clenched so hard as I flooded my older sister's mouth with my piss. I clutched at my pregnant stomach, loving the piss streaming out of me and into her nasty mouth.

She gulped it down. Her brown eyes smoldered as they stared up at me. She drank the piss down so fast. I shuddered, loving every wonderful moment. My bladder emptied into her nasty mouth, the pressure relieved.

And then the fun began.

“Yes, yes, yes, lick my pussy clean!” I hissed. “Your nasty tongue feels so much better than toilet paper. Lap me clean and make me cum, you filthy slag! Put all those carpet-munching skill to use! Ooh, devour my rug!”

“Yes, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned.

And then the rapture began. Her tongue flew through my pussy's folds. She stimulated my aching labia and caressed through my inner depths. Pleasure rippled through my body with her every lick. She stirred me up. She drove me wild. My head tossed, my hair sweeping down my back.

It was awesome.

It was amazing.

I groaned and shuddered. My body heaved, my pregnant belly waddling as my sister-slave devoured my cunt. Carmelita feasted on my snatch. I loved it. I was so glad I dominated her. Paying Clint's price was worth it just for submission.

My daughter was only a bonus.

“Devour my fish taco, you fucking lezzie-dyke!” I howled. “Oh, yes, ream that tongue into me. Guzzle down all my juices. You're going to drown in my cunt cream. You want to taste it so badly, don't you?”

Carmelita moaned into my snatch, too busy licking to answer. But her fervent tongue swiping through my cunt provided proof of how much she wanted it.

My sister loved pussy so much.

“Ooh, yes, you nasty dyke! Make me cream those pretty lips! Make me explode all over them! I love it!”

My body trembled. Pleasure surged through me. I bucked and undulated. My eyes rolled back in my head. My pussy smeared across her hungry lips as she built and built my orgasm faster and faster. I shuddered, her tongue diving into my cunt.

And her nose brushed my clit.

My bud drank in the sensation. Sparks hissed through my pussy, burning a fuse right to the core of my body. I detonated. Rapture burst through the depths of my cunt. Juices flooded out of my spasming snatch into her hungry mouth. Shock waves of euphoria rippled through my body.

Slammed into my mind.

“You fucking dyke-whore!” I howled as the pleasure burned through me. “Yes, yes, yes, drink my pussy cream!”

She feasted on them. She drank them. And I loved it. I reveled in it, my pregnant belly heaving, my small tits jiggling. I threw back my head, howling. Here, I could be as loud as I wanted. I didn't have to hide who I was.

A lesbian domme playing with her older sister-slave.

“Oh, you lezzie-slut,” I panted. “Mmm, you munched hard on my rug.”

“I did, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned, pulling her lips back, cream dribbling down her chin and cheek.

“Fetch your favorite strap-on,” I told her. “Then kneel like a bitch on the bed.”

She crawled across the floor, her curvy ass jiggling. Her belly and swollen tits swayed beneath her body. She was so sexy. My pussy clenched, my clit tingling for more fun. She reached the strap-on shelf, going right for that big, black dildo she bought to fuck my cunt six months ago.

She loved having her pussy stretched by the monster.

She crawled back, holding it in her mouth like a good bitch. I petted her head when she reached me, stroking through her silky hair. She put it on me, the dildo thrusting out from beneath my baby bump, the base pressing on my clit.

The last strap pulled tight, she scrambled onto the bed. Not as agile as a few months ago, but allowances had to be made for her condition.

She wiggled her hips, her shaved pussy beckoning. I liked eating bare pussy, like Alicia's snatch. So I kept my sister's cunt bare in case I was feeling generous, or just horny.

I loved cunt as much as my sister-slave.

I mounted the bed, moving a little gingerly as I got into position, my belly swaying. Then I grinned, lining up the black monster at her cunt. I pressed the huge shaft to her swollen cunt, labia engorged by her arousal, juices flooding down her thighs.

I jammed the dildo into her cunt.

“Mistress!” she moaned, back arching while I groaned, the base pressing on my clit and shooting sparks through my pussy. “Oh, Mistress, fuck my bitch-dyke-cunt!”

I smacked her ass, making her wince, still bruised from her weekly spanking every Friday evening. I drew back the dildo and rammed it in, the bottom slope of my pregnant belly brushing her ass. I shivered, so glad I could still fuck her with dildos.

My clit drank in the fake cock pressing on it. Every thrust sent sparks of delight through me while my sister howled her passion. She moaned and gasped, bucking back into the thrusts. Our flesh slapped together as we shared our lesbian, incestuous passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my filthy cunt, Sister-Mistress,” she howled. “Use me! Just cum violating my snatch!”

“Oh, yes,” I hissed, jamming the huge dildo over and over through her pussy. “Just ruin your cunt! I'm tearing you open, bitch, and making you cum!”

CRACK!

She bucked harder, moaning out as my handprint burned over her purple bruise. She rammed back harder and harder, rocking so hard. I groaned, stopped fucking my hips and just let the whore writhe on the dildo.

My clit loved it. She worked her cunt up and down that black shaft so hard and fast. Her pussy lips clung to it, her juices coating it. I smacked her ass over and over, the pressure building and building in my horny, pregnant cunt.

“Look at you, whore,” I moaned. “Just so horny, linda, that you fuck yourself up and down my huge girl-dick!”

“Yes, yes, yes, Sister-Mistress!” she groaned. “I'm going to cum! Mierda! I'm so close. May I cum, Mistress? Please, please, I need it. It was so hot licking your yummy pussy and drinking your piss!”

SMACK!

Her back arched, her butt-cheeks jiggling. My pussy clenched, my clit throbbing. “Cum, you fucking dyke-whore!”

“Mistress!” she moaned in gratitude.

Her body heaved. The bed squeaked as she slammed her pussy back over and over on the dildo. She kept fucking her cumming snatch on it, gasping and moaning. I seized my nipples, rolling them, loving the extra sensations shooting through me.

My pussy boiled.

“Cum, Mistress!” she begged. “Cum with me! You deserve it more!”

I deserved it most.

“You wonderful slave!” I howled as my orgasm detonated through me.

It wasn't as intense as the last one, a wonderful dessert after an amazing dinner. I devoured the sweet rapture flooding through me, so creamy, like a chocolate mousse. Stars dotted my vision as I trembled, moaning with my sister.

CRACK!

“You are amazing, bitch,” I panted. “Just the best slave.”

“Thank you, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned.

I pulled the dildo out of her, the pleasure peaking in me, fading into euphoria. I lay down on my side. My sister joined me, turning to face me. Our bellies pressed together. I stared into her eyes. I loved my sister-slave more and more with every passing day.

I took her hand, putting it on my belly. Then I touched her pregnant stomach, round with my niece's life. Her brown eyes smoldered as she stared into mine.

“My daughter's going to understand her place, Sister-Mistress,” she said with such breathy earnestness.

“And that is?” I asked as I stroked her.

“Why, as your daughter's sex slave, of course.” Carmelita gave a big grin. “I'll make sure she understands that her half-sister is her mistress right from the start.”

“You are the best slave,” I purred, leaned forward, and kissed my older sister on the lips, tasting my tangy pussy on them.

I closed my eyes, so glad I had the courage to ask Alicia for help. That I paid Clint's price. I had everything now. And my daughter would be even happier with her sister-cousin as her sex slave.



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