Submitting to My Step-Sister's Advances
"In case you overlooked the labels, this one includes some male-on-male and female-on-female relationships, and the main character is a submissive male. For those who prefer romances featuring rugged, macho males, this isn't for you. I wanted to explore something different and enjoyed writing it, so I hope some of you find enjoyment in it as well."
I lay back with my legs open and watched as he prepared himself. He generously coated his penis with lubricant and then placed a pillow beneath my back, raising my hips. With care, he pushed the head of his cock against my anus and slowly thrust into me. As his length penetrated me, he increased his speed, and he grunted as he approached his climax. When his orgasm neared, he drove his cock deeply into me, filling me with his seed. My erection was hard by the time he was done, and he gently caressed my penis but stopped when he withdrew his softened penis.
"Four-legged position when I arrive home tonight," he ordered before leaving the room.
When I heard the shower running, I rose from the chair where I was sitting naked and removed the pillow from under my back, closing my legs and placing myself on top of him. I slid my penis inside her and began to rhythmically thrust, groaning in pleasure as we stole looks at each other.
She leaned over to kiss me and whispered "CNN" in my ear (cum in me).With each thrust, I matched her movements, and after a few more, we simultaneously reached our peaks of pleasure and cried out in each other's mouths.
"That was fantastic, one of my favorites when we cum at the same time," she exclaimed.
"We should shower together as well; I'm starting to leak," I said.
"Just okay to cuddle first. It's a shame to ruin the mood."
We stayed intertwined for a while, and I gently brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her, smiling at the memory of how everything unfolded.
"Marcus, your room is a disaster. It was tidy earlier and now looks as if it's been bombed," complained Mom.
"I apologize, Mom. I'm returning a book that resulted in a fine if I didn't return it today. I'll clean it up," I responded.
"What book? I hope it wasn't one of those expensive ones," she asked.
"Yes, but I returned it before the deadline."
"You're usually efficient at returning such books; I guess it just slipped your mind."
"Well, to be fair, a certain 'sister' had her way with it first."
"Clara, she's a little mischievous, but when she's in dire straits, she reverts to 'sister' to avoid trouble," Mom muttered.
"Quit the sarcasm, Mom; she's not your real daughter, but I do love my stepsister," I emphasized, wrapping my arms around her.
"Eh, give her a break; at least she repayed you for the book."
Clara was a year older than me and had entered the spousal relationship with our parents while we were still young. We experienced turbulence in our past, but when we became older, we grew out of the arguing and fought less. We were simultaneously enrolled at a nearby community college, pursuing separate fields in IT.
I had learned that having an older sister could be quite beneficial. She was a helpful source of advice on women, and I was happy to inform her about the unsuitable men in my year. Clara, who was very handsome, was single most of the time and joked about not dating, saying, "Maybe I just prefer it this way." At 6'2", I was tall and well-toned due to my involvement in sports. I had developed a habit of being attracted to women who were not suitable for me. I decided to abstain from any romantic endeavors for a while and enjoy myself from a self-pleasure standpoint.
I had grown closer to my stepfather, who seemed like a positive influence on my mother. Despite my previous rejection of him as a father figure, I came to value him for making my mother happy. We had a conversation about it; I called him by name, but he accepted that I'd never refer to him as my "Dad."
After sorting through my room, I was visited by Clara that same day.
"I should've been more helpful if you asked," she said before sitting on my bed.
"Nah, it was my mess, and I forgot about your book; I was still upset over Becky."
"She was lovely in the beginning. But you have a pattern to date women who are wrong for you."
"It's just a realization, but you seem to prefer women who take the reins. That's not necessarily a negative thing. I assure you I'm not making fun of you or anything."
Upon reflection, she was correct. I lobbed a clean pair of socks at her in response.
"Ew! I hope they're not your, uh, special socks," she joked.
"No, those are being washed," I responded.
"You're right, though, aren't you?"
"It's irrelevant since I'm temporarily single and that's that."
"I believe it's crucial for you to be aware of this so you don't keep pursuing women who crave being dominated 24/7 and refer to their partners as 'daddy,'" she explained.
"You're certainly wise and insightful, as always," I responded. "Now, could you please depart so I can shower?"
"May I watch?" she asked.
"No, now you're the odd one out."
Clara slapped my rear as she walked by me, an action she often performed and I rarely found significant. Our playful banter was a result of our previous squabbling years. I noticed her chest expanding, which prompted her to employ her bosoms as weapons, exposing them to get her way or the last donut. I admitted to myself that I'd fantasized about them and saved the memory.
I should've paid more attention to that conversation. Despite my desire to remain single, I ended up dating a blonde for a time and it didn't work out well. She announced our separation in a vulgar manner in the college canteen after learning I wasn't the dominant she had envisioned.
"So, you're Big, Tall, and Muscular, but you caved at home? What the hell was that last night, Marcus?" she questioned loudly.
"I'd prefer we not discuss it here, Lucy," I replied, feeling my face get reddish.
"Fuck it! If you're going to continue spewing that kind of bullshit, I'll make sure other women are warned. Marcus, you're not a man - you're a pussy."
What happened next astonished me. I had been unaware of Clara's approach, but she confronted Lucy face-to-face and spoke so softly that just the two of them could hear her.
"If you keep shouting about my brother like that to humiliate him, not only will I fight you right here, but I'll spread the word that you stuff your bra and the others will assume you have some kind of vicious disease. Walk away, take the loss while you still have a nice, pointy nose and intact lips."
Lucy glanced at me, then at Clara, and decided against determining if she was serious or not. Clara sat with her back to me as people simply went about their lunch.
"You didn't need to do that, sis," I told her.
"I wouldn't let the bitch verbally abuse you like that. I love you, and I don't like seeing you hurt," she said to me.
"Thank you. I simply read her wrong - just another bitch."
"What are you going to do with me?" she inquired, smirking.
"Take care of me from the perils of dating apparently," I joked.
The upcoming summer break was fortunate; I would soon be forgotten by the 40 or so people in the canteen on that day, allowing me to return to my usual hiding place. However, Clara had other plans. She instructed me to prepare for a night out.
"Dad, I don't want Marcus to be stuck driving, so he'll be joining me," Clara explained.
"I don't like the idea of both of you going to a club, especially since you're not legal to drink yet," said her dad.
"Mom, if I wanted to drink, do you honestly think I'd tell you where we were going? They give wristbands to everyone; we'll both be wearing blue, which means they won't give us alcohol. If you're found without one, you're kicked out. I'm confident the club is safe," Clara justified.
"I trust him, Jack. He'll look after her," added Mom.
"I guess I can't stop you. Just call me if you miss the last train," her dad said.
At the club, Clara led the way. We were provided a locker key and blue wristbands, which marked us as underage drinkers. I gave her mine without comprehending the situation at first. They also gave her a black wristband, though I received a yellow one.
"Give me your phone," she requested.
"What?" I questioned.
"You'll find out when we get inside, but no phones are allowed. They're kept in the locker."
I unwillingly handed over my phone as she removed her jacket, revealing the most seductive outfit I'd ever seen her wear. Her bra held her impressive breasts in place.
"So, I take it you're a fan of my fashion choice?" she teased.
"You look outstanding," I responded.
"Thank you. I need to be truthful about this location, but I knew you wouldn't come if I informed you earlier. It's kind of a dating spot yet not a sex club. I only desire for you to witness that you're not the only one who is submissive and there are ladies out there who crave and yearn for this."
"Wait, submissive, what is that exactly?"
"It signifies you wish to be led, my dear. It's not a wicked thing, it's your nature and the sooner you embrace it, the happier you'll be."
"So, am I here to sell myself or something?"
"No, I informed you, you're here merely to observe. My wristband implies don't engage with me, and I'm not granting you your freedom."
"Why are you performing this?"
"I disclosed my rationale, I truly detest witnessing you get injured constantly. Perhaps we'll ascertain here that you're not the lone man here who would alternatively prefer to be led."
We obtained a beverage each, the club provided many non-alcoholic beverages. We strolled around for a while, savoring the music and mostly observing the folks. Clara was correct; I'm not the only man sporting a yellow wristband. They were all individual as well, not adhering to the stereotype for the 'submissive' guy. We relocated to one of the high-top tables and watched as the club grew busier.
"You comprehend that I'm not the sole woman here, correct?" Clara said to me later.
"Obviously," I responded.
"Because you've maintained your gaze on me predominantly throughout the night."
"Possibly I cannot assist it."
"You've seen my bosoms prior, I've disrobed myself for you many times," she said with a laugh.
"Sure."
"You look outstanding," I quipped.
"Thank you."
Clara absconded after our second beverage and went to the restroom. Whilst she was absent, a woman wearing a red wristband came to our table.
"Hi, is someone occupying this seat?" she inquired.
"Yes."
"I'll vacate once she returns," she mentioned.
"Great," I replied.
"You don't appear the form who would be sporting yellow."
"Is there an averred 'type'?"
"I suppose not, nevertheless you just seem the converse."
"I perceive that often, it's caused me much torment."
"What does red signify?"
"Your master didn't enlighten you? Red signifies single dominant-looking."
"Cool."
"Then, I shall relinquish you, thank you for speaking." the woman exited.
I didn't notice Clara returning from behind me.
"Excuse me, the line was terrible," she announced as she seated herself.
"Why are none of these women with red wristbands approaching you when you're here?" I inquired.
"Because my strap advises leave me and anyone with me alone." she responded with a smile.
"Why?"
"I didn't carry you here to procure you a woman, I desired you to observe that you're not forlorn. Did you admire her, the female who was conversing with you?"
"Hmm, yes, but she was somewhat elderly beyond what I favor."
"Do you wish to dance with me?"
"Fine," I smiled.
She was mindful of my passion for dancing; we relished it for a while subsequently ventured to the bar for another beverage. Clara astonished me, she infiltrated my space on my chair and kissed me sweetly on the lips.
"Wow, what was that for?" I requested after she separated herself.
"I'm unclear, I appreciated dancing and it transported me to a particular condition," she said with a grin.
"It was gratifying."
"Just satisfying?" she inquired.
"A kiss from you."
A pivotal shift occurred between us in that moment, we gazed deeply into one another's eyes, and the air between us seemed to be electric.
"Let's leave, we can discuss en route home," she suggested to me.
"Alright," I replied.
We remained quiet on the way to the station, it was merely a short cab ride but when we boarded the train, Clara straddled my chair and tenderly kissed me. She gazed at me with a smile.
"If we embark upon this, there will be no returning. I'm not training you for some whore to steal you away from me. You haven't perceived me in 'that manner' before, I've restrained myself, I've observed you and I believe we'd be content together," she conveyed to me.
I was struck mute initially. I had never viewed her in that light, she was amusing, she was stunning, and I viewed her as my sister.
"This... I had no awareness..." I murmured.
"I grasped it and it's fine. I crave us to coitus, I've been withholding but I genuinely desire you."
"I'd be mad to decline that request, you are incredibly alluring."
"Good response," she remarked then kissed me again.
We practically made out on the entire journey home. I couldn't contain my arousal, desiring only to ravish her, but she stopped us before we reached our house, during our short walk from the train station.
"Here, hold this for me. My face looks like I've been kissing and I just came home with my step-brother. Make sure we arrive home safely," she said, handing me a compact mirror.
Clara fixed her makeup, and we proceeded toward home. As anticipated, her father was asleep in his recliner, mumbling a "hi" then shuffling off to bed. Clara dragged me to her room and made me sit in her chair.
"I can't stay quiet, and I'm aware that if I leave like this, you'll jerk off. Once they leave for church tomorrow, you're mine," she said.
I couldn't comprehend what she meant by 'leave like this' at first, but she got down on her knees, pulled my pants and boxers down and started sucking my cock. Her mouth felt divine; she looked up at me as she worked my shaft and I was mesmerized. I wish I could claim that I lasted long but she wanted me to cum and that's precisely what she accomplished. I suppressed my moans and simply shivered as she swallowed my load, my warning that I was about to climax motivating her further. When I was spent and started softening, she tucked my cock away and stood up, pulling me to my feet as well.
"Head to bed, I expect you to repay the favor in the morning," she said to me and kissed me on the cheek.
I managed to fall asleep after lying in my bed for a while. My mind was racing, contemplating where I stood with her. I tried to think of any negatives in being with her but couldn't come up with one. She was slightly shorter than me, had a slim and toned physique from her time at the gym, and boasted the face of an angel. Although it was possible our parents wouldn't approve, we weren't blood relatives so there was no reason we couldn't be together.
I awoke to Clara kissing me. She was sitting on my bed naked and smiling at me.
"They left, we have a couple of hours. Head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and use the restroom," she said to me.
I hurriedly brushed my teeth faster than I'd ever brushed before. Exiting my bathroom, I paused to admire her rippling naked form.
"You can stare at me later. Come and lay down so I can sit on your face," she said to me.
"Alright," I replied and did as she instructed.
She wore a smile as she got up and positioned herself over my face. She lowered her pussy onto my mouth, and I began to lick her. She tasted heavenly, savoring the sensation as her juices coated my lips. I explored her labia, delighting in my time with her. When her clit swelled, I focused my attention there, using a hardened tongue to stimulate her clit.
"Oh, Fuck, right there," she gasped as I flicked her clit harder.
A few moments later, Clara experienced a strong orgasm. I nearly choked as she flooded my mouth with her fluids. She quickly stood and distanced herself while still cumming.
"That was... really good," she muttered, struggling to find the right words.
"I adore giving head. I truly enjoy it," I replied, trying to regain my composure from the encounter.
"Good, I'll take it anytime. I need a brief rest. Then I'll ride you."
"Okay," I responded.
Clara kissed me tenderly, then had me lie down once more. She straddled me, then took my erect penis in her grasp and slid herself onto me. Her pussy felt divine, and we both gasped simultaneously as she took me deeper within. When she had me to the hilt, she paused, our eyes meeting.
"You feel so good," she whispered softly.
"I concur. I never felt any better," I replied.
Clara resumed her thrusts on my erection, varying between deep, short strokes and grasping herself at the tip before sliding back in. I'd never experienced anything so pleasurable. The sensation of being beneath her, knowing she guided me, awakened something deep within me. I stared up at her captivating eyes, her lips, her smile, and her face as it twisted in pleasure. As she climaxed, I couldn't hold my orgasm back and arched my back, filling her with my semen. As soon as we were both spent, she slipped off me and curled up next to me.
"That... was truly magnificent," she said to me as she caught her breath.
"I've never felt anything quite like it before," I replied.
"What was that expression, just before you cum?" she asked softly, gently touching my face.
"I'm not certain. Being under you, knowing that you lead me... it felt so natural. I've never felt something like that."
Beyond the realm of our secluded sanctuary, I am merely Clara. I desire to train you in harnessing your servitude towards me when we are privately together, allowing you to be subservient to my will but I guarantee your respect and happiness will ensue.
"At your service," I murmured.
"Splendid. Join me in the shower," she suggested, locking lips with my cheek.
Immersed in the shower, we cleansed our bodies together. Soap sliding over Clara's nude form aroused me promptly, resulting in more vigorous carnal intercourse inside the shower stall. Our coupling was far from the elegant tenderness we'd shared during our lovemaking sessions in my bed but rather insatiable, intense sex calls both of us required. Post-washing and donning clothing, we snuggled back into each other's arms on my chair.
"When you and I are the only occupants of this sanctuary, I want you to add 'Mistress' onto my name. You hold your independence, yet I demand loyalty above all else. Should you follow my commands, your grants will be phenomenal, and moments like this one this morning will have different meanings. While we'll have to initiate some of our get-togethers by servicing me, you'll also be granted opportunities of tender lovemaking. You're destined to frequently taste me without ever savoring my internals. I boast perverse desires and potential novelties that may not initially endear to you, but if you maintain an open mind in reciprocation, I vow to yield more gratification than you've previously received. Do you still yearn for me, Marcus?" she blurted.
"Mistress, I yearn to indulge your cravings," I responded.
"Excellent."
In terms of lust, Clara's desires were strikingly equal to my own. Confined to our personal space, I was frequently entreated to appease her or to erect for her; thus, we could fucking expeditiously. Initially a reticent participant, I would ny smell Clara's aroma from a near distance; her throat would softly throb from an improvised scenario. Despite my awkward reluctance, I learned that it served my Mistress's pleasure and volition to remove any potential annoyances. These recurring churches showered me with perpetual bliss; I'd previously known these sensations alone - or with the instance of a casual female from school. Extracting sensory signals from a submissive role put psychosomatic burdens away from my emotions, and these scathing factors were formerly catalysts to rage.
I neglected to suppress hints of my censured configuration from the world at large. Eventually, my mother, her presence. In a lulling pause following a daylong lunch, while my father was golfing, she summoned her son on the patio after aiding her in dish cleaning.
"I'm about to pose a query, Marcus. Please know that I will certainly recognize deceit; thus, I ask for openness. Why have you started doing acts for Clara, but she's the one who misses out on the privilege? You've continually been a good and respectful individual, and I never believed there'd be a noticeable transformation. This state of untroubled serenity you're in is noticeable but unadulterated by me. What's the issue between you and Clara?" she inquired.
"I..., [I've] always yearned for domination... but disclosed it not. I've just sent out an influential presence, but now I've found it in her."
"I misspoke. You'd prefer to engage in intercourse with Clara?" asked my mother quizzically.
"It's deeper than mere physical connections outside the sanctity."
"I found it befuddling but now understand: You adore Clara unconditionally -- and she reciprocates. Time may have dissuaded you from chasing after those scurrilous petticoat ladies. Much of your actions toward my dear daughter are fueled by your claimed infatuation."
"Yes, I adore her and she's captivated by me: We're devoted to one another."
"It's uncommon, but I'm satisfied. Go gently wake her up. Kiss her tenderly on the lips, gently stir her. Come out and sit with us," suggested Mom, her colossal grin emerging."
I carried out Mom's directives and, upon awakening, Clara's countenance assumed a state of trepidation.
"What's happening?" she asked, shortly rising.
"Mom asked you to take a seat beside her. She guaranteed she doesn't think it's malicious," I replied.
Clara reluctantly moved and, once seated, Mother smilingly comforted her.
"Sit, my love, I promise this isn't malicious."
Overcome, Clara sought reassurance.
"Has he admitted anything?" Clara inquired.
"No, but let me tell you and you can lower your defenses. I've watched as my son transformed into a strong and good-looking young man. He resembles his father physically, with the same build and height. When he first told me he was submissive, I thought he meant it as a joke. We've been friends for years before we started dating; one night, after some subtle inquiries from him, he surrendered himself to me. I've observed Marcus do little things for you that most people wouldn't notice. His demeanor has changed too; he appears content and at ease, and after witnessing him fight for years, I'm thrilled you provided him with that. I approve of what you've done for my son."
"So, you had an idea?"
"Not entirely. I initially thought you simply enjoyed intimate relations, but when he informed me he had submitted to you, I couldn't have been happier. I find you incredibly beautiful, Clara. I've witnessed you blossom into the person you are today and knew my husband and I had no reason to be concerned about you. When he expressed his feelings towards you, I was pleased and have decided to support you. When the time arrives, I'll assist you in speaking with your father, and we'll see how he reacts. I'm fully in your corner, okay?"
With that, Clara wiped away a couple of tears from her eyes, and I passed her a tissue.
"I assumed you would be furious, and I was anticipating a fight," Clara said.
Mom rose, embraced Clara, and whispered, "I could never be furious at you for making my son happy, my dear."
During the following weeks, Clara and I experienced a period of bliss. Mom and Clara developed a code; when my stepdad, Jack, was present, any instruction offered to me would be relayed through Mom. It wasn't sexual; it simply ensured Clara's satisfaction through my actions. When Jack discovered this, the dynamic between us underwent a significant shift.
Clara had led me to her collection of sex toys and I was particularly fond of her strap-on. We were home alone for approximately five hours as Mom visited a buddy and Jack was golfing. We took advantage of this time, and Clara enjoyed a prolonged session of teasing me, climaxing multiple times with the strap-on toy while my hands were preoccupied handling her breasts. After that, Clara instructed me to get on all fours and filled me with the strap-on until we were both close to climaxing. Then, she guided me into a supine position, leaned over me, and slowly slid the strap-on into me. She whispered seductively, "Do you like how big this rubber dildo feels inside you? Do you desire a real cock filling you with my cum?"
"I do, Mistress," I responded.
"Cum for me, my sweetheart," she added.
As I was about to climax, we were interrupted by the unexpected presence of my stepdad. Clara froze, still grasping my semen-filled penis.
"So, are you both so content because of this?" Jack inquired.
"We're attempting new things. He prefers the strap-on toy," Clara replied.
"Does he want a real cock instead?"
"We're in love, and it transcends sex. It's more than just intercourse," Clara said.
"I notice he's still erect despite the strap-on in him. Are you saying that's not only it?" Jack questioned.
Clara turned to face him, her breasts jiggling as she did so.
"I think my lovely boy would enjoy a real cock in him," she said.
Jack seemed hesitant but was aroused nonetheless. "I haven't had sex in a while. I messed around in college, like many others. Your sister is aware and finds it erotic," Jack retorted. My world flipped upside down as I watched him remove his clothing.
"Are you certain?" he questioned.
"I won't disclose this to anyone. This encounter will remain a secret. You could use a release, and he would appreciate it as well," Clara suggested. She looked at me and nodded ever so slightly.
Clara took the strap-on dildo out of me and removed the harness from herself. "Continue using it until he loses his erection," she recommended.
Clara's father appeared pensive before answering, "I... it may be too late to just leave."
Clara laughed, "Then perhaps you'd like to try it out on him. He'll enjoy it more."
I stared in shock as my stepdad began unbuckling his belt while Jack hesitated. "I haven't had sex in a long time. I indulged in college, like most young people," he explained.
Clara stroked my half-hard cock while observing him. "It's okay, daddy. You'll become more comfortable over time. Have a good time with my son," Clara said.
Jack took a pillow and used it to prop me up before slowly guiding his sizeable member into me. It was bigger than Clara's toy but with my muscles already relaxed, it felt remarkable. His eyes closed as he started to truly screw me. The way his muscles flexed beneath the skin was a sight Clara couldn't help but enjoy as well. Shockingly though, he reached his climax sooner than expected, his body shaking slightly as he pumped his seed deep within me. Once he was done, he left the room.
"Thank you," he murmured quietly.
Clara stood and stood next to me as Jack left, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"I want you to come and do the same thing tomorrow when Kelly leaves for work, then one more time when you return. After that, he's all yours, and you two will negotiate payments. Comprende?" she questioned.
He nodded. "Yes."
"When we step out of here, you both go back to normal. Don't treat us any differently than ever before."
"Yeh, i hear ya li'l sis," he muttered.
"I love you so much," said Clara as she helped me stand, my bottom a bit achy.
"This was... madness," I breathed.
"Don't break character," she whispered. "We're still in your room."
"Oops...sorry Mistress..."
"I forgive you. Let's go shower together."
Clara showered with me and offered comfort in her arms on my bed. She whispered the safe word in my ear and kissed me thoroughly.
"Are you alright?" asked Clara.
"Absolutely. I love you, too, Clara," I replied.
"I'd like you to make dinner tomorrow while Kelly's at work and tonight after she leaves. Got it?"
"Sure, anything for you, Mistress."
Jack sat in the lounge sipping on whiskey, his gaze not straying from anywhere but his cup, not making eye contact with either of us. Clara started the conversation once again.
"Hey Dad, what was work like today?" she asked joyfully.
"Eh, it was okay, not much to worry about," he answered.
"We're making chicken fried rice tonight, would you like it spicy like last time or theme it like Kelly does?" she inquired.
"I think we all liked it better the way you made it, my dear."
"Cool," Claude said to me. "Dice the chicken, and I'll take care of the veggies."
Our mom came home tired, on the verge of snapping. She took a sip of her wine when I handed it to her and shifted her shoes.
"I couldn't care less, Collins, he agreed to the plea deal and admitted blame. This lawyer should know better. Find a replacement and stop this before it goes further... I'm home, now deal with it. You're all mine, let's see you tomorrow," she finished before hanging up.
"We made you dinner. It's on the table. Mom, how was your day? Enjoy your wine and make yourself at home, then shower when you're done," I announced with a friendly smile.
She gulped her wine and commenced to make out with my dad. When he got up to go to bed with her, Clara snuggled up to me on the couch. Her eyebrows lifted as she questioned, "Ready for that beautiful one inside you tomorrow morning, sweetie?"
I grinned. "Bigger than Clara's toy? Yes, definitely. Trust me, there's a lot more to come."
"I peeped at your dad's cock. You wouldn't have let him go near you if it had been small."
"That was considerate of you, sending Captain America in before the actual hero showed up."
I slept deeply that evening. My mom got ready and was gone by seven the following morning. Jack entered my room in a robe. I stretched back and spread my legs open for him, gazing at the man's actions. He slapped my backside with foam glide before easefully placing the head against my hole. Cautiously he pushed in, speeding up progressively as he mounted me thorough. Climaxing, he shot his semen inside me, his body trembling. I was so aroused by the sight that my manhood was rock hard. But he gently caressed it when releasing himself from me.
"I'll be back to you this evening," he murmured before leaving.
"All fours tonight, dick. I want you in me," he demanded as he left the room.
Upon hearing the sound of water running in the shower, Clara woke from her slumber and disentangled herself from me, slipping off the chair where she had been sitting previously in the nude. She stole the pillow from beneath my head, pressing it between my thighs while positioning herself over me. She slid my cock into her and rode me vigorously, both of us face to face, our eyes locked together in a trance.
Leaning in, Clara kissed me softly before whispering saucily in my ear, "Cum inside me." I obliged her command, meeting her strokes and thrusts while losing ourselves in the bliss of our unification. We both simultaneously reached climax, sharing outloud moans as our mouths connected in a fervent kiss.
"This was incredible, I love it when we cum together," she stated breathlessly.
"We should wash together, too, my Lady. I am beginning to release on my own," I shared.
"Patience," she replied, "Cuddle with me first."
After bathes, we returned to bed. Throughout the day, she required me to orally pleasure her multiple times. The longed-for return of her husband was marked by the approach of 5 p.m. Obediently, I prepared myself as required by dressing in all fours on my bed. He didn't utter a word but was erect by the time he undressed and settled behind me. He pounded into me with considerable vigor, and we vocalized our mutual bliss throughout. He climaxed, expelling a second load within me that day. Occasionally, I could hear someone moaning very loudly. I sensed another person beside the doorway only when he shouted, "I see you both screwing! That's why you allowed me to rest instead of forcing me!"
"I did not trick you, son. I did it to reward Marcus for his acceptance of me and your Father's relationship. I'm sorry to have been so selfish with your Dad, Jack, but Marcus is my love," clarified Clara.
"I'm not jealous. I had just begun to feel like I needed a respite. I'll wake my husband with a little blue pill since I'm utterly receptive now," joked my mother.
Mother smiled at us, then Clark joined her side on the bed.
"Since you both are aware of our relationship, I want us to be more open. We'll remain respectful and refrain from sexually explicit action on the couch or elsewhere; however, I would enjoy cuddling, kissing, and snuggling you without judgment," said Clara.
"I hold no objections, my lovely. Your spouse is definitely in need of such affection. I've tried for weeks and all the while, it was denied," said Jack.
"I'm onboard. Let's proceed as per Clarissa’s rules," decided Mom.
"This relationship belongs to me, Marcus listens to me and only does what I tell him. It's what he truly relishes," asserted Clara.
"Clinical psychology would applaud this scenario," quipped Jack.
"Can you elaborate, please?" questioned Mom.
"Marcus is a clever and attractive chap," began Jack. "He has sought out powerful women like yourselves for companionship, yet he's finally realized he desired someone like Clara. She is delighted, and I can attest - she is adored. Nevertheless...," he trailed off, turning his gaze towards me and grinning.
"You mean...?" I inquired, interrupted by Mom’s comment.
"Might we all return to the table for dinner? Our conversation shall recommence after," suggested Mom, venues: She winked, “You. Lower, Marcus.” She whispered something to Clara while I fetched the waters. Then, Mom departed. Clara grinned. “So, you're obligated to utilize me to reimburse me after fucking your Dad. You're going to feed your Dad, then I'm going to ride you until you cum inside me,” she said. "Yes," I replied.
In Clara's room, her mother lay nude on the bed. For the first time, I was confronted by the sight of the attractive woman. I couldn't help but stare. My wife swiftly guided me out of my oblivion, saying, "Sit in my seat, and watch. It's fine if you become aroused, but refrain from touching yourself. Take your clothes off."
I obliged her request.
I was ready by the time Clara and I had removed our clothes. I sat in the chair as Clara moved to the bed beside my mom and watched as they kissed passionately. I enjoyed watching lesbian porn, especially when one woman was dominant, and my erection was apparent. When Clara moved between her legs and began licking her intimately, I wanted to stroke my cock but restrained myself. My mom was moaning loudly, talking dirty, and it was definitely an eye-opening experience. When she came, she sprayed her juices all over Clara's face and chest, leaving her red-faced and breathless.
"Thank you, dear," she said to Clara.
"It was my pleasure," replied Clara.
"I'm going to bed now to make love to your father," she said before leaving.
Clara immediately straddled me and lowered herself onto my throbbing member. Her wetness allowed me to penetrate her completely. She still had juices over her chest, which I could taste from my mother's luscious breasts. I knew I wouldn't last long when Clara fully orgasmed, causing a robust ride and my own climax.
"That was incredible, you've only been with two women!" she said to me while we were spent.
"It was magnificent, seeing the dominant side of you," I added.
She kissed me sweetly, which was different from the intensity we usually experienced. I could see tears forming.
"Why are you crying?" I asked.
"I've never felt this level of love in my entire life. You give me everything I've wanted in a man, and you give yourself to me without a second thought," she said, staring into my eyes.
"I give myself to you because I love you and trust you with my entire being."
"And I will never want another man for as long as I live."
"I am your possession."
We continued to make love that night, but Clara held me closer than usual. I didn't mind, I just enjoyed being close to her. I later found out why that weekend. She had been speaking to my mother and her father throughout the week and suggested a walk in the local park on Saturday.
"I love walking in this park; it's always so tranquil," she said to me.
She took me to a quiet spot we used to frequent, near the pond. She embraced me and faced me.
"I've already discussed this with both of your parents and believe me when I say that our relationship is unique, making it acceptable," she said rapidly, as she was nervous.
"But are you both okay?" I asked.
"My heart is racing because I'm about to propose," she said.
She lifted me up, and we stood facing each other.
"Will you be my husband? I promise you will never want. If one day you wish to be my equal instead of my sub, we will adapt together, but I wish to spend my life with you," she replied. I was stunned.
I got down on my knee and faced her.
"I am honored to be your husband. To remain your submissive partner for however long you tolerate me." Yes, Clara, forever.
She embraced me and kissed me passionately. More tears flowed down her face, and she could barely speak.
"I'm so happy... I was afraid you'd say no," she managed.
"How could I, you are perfect? I will never find another woman like you."
A few months afterward, we had a low-key wedding in a remote location. We spent our honeymoon in a Caribbean resort that catered to our desires. As we enjoyed the sunset, we spoke with an older couple we had met at dinner.
"You two look adoring at each other; my husband still gazes at me in the same way after 15 years of marriage. How long were you together before you married?" asked the woman.
"Well, he is actually my stepbrother; he didn't know he was submissive until I introduced him to his true nature," said Clara.
"You're my Mistress," the woman responded.
"I'm indeed," replied Clara.
I added, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"My husband cheats at times, but I still belong to him. I used to be severely unhappy without realizing the reason. Congratulations," she beamed.
Following our college graduation, both of us managed to secure respectable employment, largely due to her father's influence. We moved into a modest apartment and haven't been more ecstatic. Friends see us as those excessively smitten couple but we couldn't care less...
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