john jasson wrote: ↑Mon Oct 30, 2023 11:02 am
Over the years, at work and at home, I’ve often had to cover for Sherrie when she’s been absent while indulging in scandalous behaviour. She’s arrived late and breathless at business meetings and family occasions, and most times we can obscure reality by putting it down to busy schedules not quite aligning. A particularly blatant example in her final few months under Geoff’s regime springs to mind. It occurs while her sister Marie, with her husband Matt, and their two daughters are visiting us for a rare long weekend. Given the distance involved since our move north, it can be months between the sisters seeing each other and, when they do, it’s more often if Sherrie is down south to do with the business, and she’s fitting in a brief visit to our old stamping grounds.
Having her family around has been an enjoyable interlude for everyone. They love our location on the edge of the national park, but they are going to be leaving early on the Tuesday morning to travel home. We arrange a family meal at a local restaurant at 6pm on the Monday to mark the occasion, but a little after 4.30 that afternoon, Sherrie, who is already kitted out for the restaurant in a pretty red knee length dress, comes scurrying into my office and hands me her phone to look at a text from a few minutes ago:
G: Get your arse over here for 5, girl, and I strongly suggest you brace yourself for the cane.
She’s wide eyed and in a bit of a panic.
S: We’ve got the meal with Marie! Will you go and meet them and I’ll be as quick as I can?
I have to laugh at my emancipated woman flapping around in her high agitation at this command from her Master.
J: Will you be able to sit down when you get there? It doesn’t occur to you to tell him no for once? You said yourself that it’s winding down.
S: Christ no! I’m not ready to kill it stone dead which is what would happen. You know he doesn’t do “no” where I’m concerned! I will be quick, I promise!
I watch her type her subservient reply to him.
S(to G): On my way, Master.
S(to me): Sorry, babe. You keep them entertained. Tell them I’m stuck here on a tricky call, and I’ll be there as soon as I possibly can. Love you forever!
She’s still talking as she hurries out of the office, distracted, knocked for six. Her face is almost as red as her dress which now features her erect nipples poking through it. She’s frantic to get to him; that complex mixture of fear and excitement that fuels her submission to him has possessed her once more.
The scene moves on to the restaurant where I’m holding court with her folks after conveying Sherrie’s profuse apologies for having to take an unexpected and important transatlantic call. We’ve had drinks, starters, and we’re half way through the main course when Sherrie comes running into the room at 10 to 7. I can see that she’s made brief though strenuous efforts to appear calm and composed, but she is still looking hot as hell and flushed as she takes her seat beside me. It’s very hard to hide that freshly fucked look, especially on Sherrie. She always wears it very much on her sleeve.
S(to the gathered company): I am sooo sorry, everyone. That session just went on and on.
I make a point of raising my eyebrows at her as she says “that session just went on and on”. She gets my interpretation of her words, and looks away from me instantly, avoiding engagement.
S: I must look an awful mess because it’s been such a rush.
Of course, everyone shrugs it away and we tell her she looks fine and the delay can’t be helped.
S(whispers in my ear): My arse is a sheet of pain, the bastard kept my bra and knickers because they don’t meet his regulation style, and I don’t have any spares in this clutch bag. I’m full of you know what, and I have a wad of toilet tissues jammed up between the lips. Just hoping to God I don’t leak through onto this thin dress. He delayed me on purpose. I told him why I had to get away, but he wouldn’t let me go!
I have an instant hard on at her words, and as if she knows about it instinctively, she slyly slides her hand under the tablecloth and into my groin to check I’m feeling the way she suspects I’m feeling. She always says she likes the reassurance that I approve of her being bad. Meanwhile, I’m noticing her now braless nipples are still quite erect through the close-fitting bodice which is also sheer, though thankfully not quite see-through. I know that humiliation arouses her, and I start to wonder if her tits are going to perform their classic nipple sausage exhibition for her family because of her erotically inspired embarrassing predicament. That might be fun. Although it’s a completely different situation to that long ago Damien night, it certainly brings back the memory in stark relief.
I can see Matt, the brother in law, weighing her breasts up already. They’re jiggling nicely every time she moves, and he’s definitely sussed out that she’s braless. I do enjoy the way Matt looks at Sherrie. I always have done, and I often catch him at it before he quickly averts his gaze. Marie’s quite a few years older, and they were already married with their first kid when Sherrie and I started dating. Sherrie once confided in me that even as a younger teenage virgin, she loved the effect she had on her sister’s boyfriend and, young as she was, she would tease him by the way she dressed and how she acted around him, playfully hugging him, tickling him, sitting on his knee and the like. She said that when she was 15 she was already taller than Marie, but much slimmer, shapelier, and with bigger tits. Sherrie smiled when she said that Marie tried to keep her away from Matt as much as she could, but she admitted that she was a total little bitch at the time, who was just finding her way around her fascination with the reactions she provoked in the opposite sex. It’s easy to see why he would be distracted by Sherrie despite her being trebly forbidden to him by the law, his girlfriend and her father!
Although it’s clear from one glance facially that the two women are sisters, it’s even more cruelly obvious that when the gene pool was being distributed, Sherrie got the brains, the height, the beauty, the slim, yet hourglass shaped body to die for and, I’m pretty sure, all of the crazy libido. Marie got a relatively shapeless body onto which she has piled additional pounds over the years, no tits to speak of, and a hundred percent of the mumsiness. I’m not being gratuitously mean to Marie, I’m just telling it like it is. She’s a very nice person, a wonderful mum and she and Matt seem really happy together with their young family. Nonetheless, I often see it writ large in Matt’s eyes as he watches her, that he would dearly love to screw the arse off his young sister in law because she is a fresher, red hot version of his comparatively plain and quite obese wife. He’s probably been wanking off for nearly twenty years recalling feeling the irresistible force of Sherrie “innocently” sitting her pert curvy little butt in his lap, her endless legs stretching from out of her tiny running shorts along the sofa to her dainty bare feet, her lustrous long red hair draped cutely over those newly post-pubescent big tits with nipples poking through her tight tee shirt, and her huge brown eyes looking appealingly into his with just a hint of her developing mischievous girlie promise. Poor sod! Of course, Marie and Matt would have been privy via her mum to Sherrie’s meltdown the time she left me and went running back home which all adds to the mystique and their interest in little sister’s life and times. If only they knew the half of it.
Back from my musings to the here and now, Sherrie skips starters and she’s gobbling her way through a light main course washed down by a glass of wine to try to catch up with the rest of us.
I decide it’s time to stir things up a little and I whisper in her ear:
J: Matt is watching your every move. Your tits bobbling and your Damien nipple show.
I sit back and watch her go redder in the face again as her nipples grow some more.
We get through the rest of the meal. In the end, I think we both try to calm it a bit and not think too much about my raging erection and her with a cunt full of Geoff. Matt’s eyes are still out on stalks, but it isn’t being fair to our guests for us to be mutually absorbed with our crazy kinks in front of them! But later on when the party is over, and we’ve all gone to bed, I finally get her alone to talk:
J(laughing again at my beloved): That was all a bit hairy!
S: Just a bit. Like I said, he was a total bastard tonight.
J: Isn’t he always? Isn’t that what floats your boat?
S: I committed the sin of walking into his house and saying I couldn’t stay long. Big mistake!
G(to S): I’m sorry. Have you forgotten everything you learned here? I decide how long you stay and when you are dismissed.
S(to G): It’s just that I’m out for a meal at six with my sister and her family, and they leave in the morning, Master.
G: And this is my problem because?
J: You could have just told him you were leaving.
S(to me): How long have you been familiar with this relationship? You know that simply can’t happen with this dynamic.
S(to G): It’s not a problem, Master. I just can’t stay too long.
G: Take the dress off.
S(to me): I was glad to do that. I didn’t want it messed up. I had the matching red underwear set on, so of course it was too raunchy for his standards.
G: Those off too, and don’t wear brief underwear like this again. You should know better! Get out to the gym, kneel and adopt the position. I think you need to be reminded of your subordinate status.
S(to me): So I went out the back naked, and into the gym. I knelt down, bowing my head, like he said. Then he comes in and decides I’m doing a full hour’s fitness training because I’m probably going to eat a load of rubbish at the restaurant. He was still making it clear he wasn’t at all happy at my presumption in telling him I hadn’t got long to spend with him. It isn’t my place to set limits to him. He made me run on the treadmill without a bra as a penance, and it was bloody uncomfortable. He made me do rowing machine, weights, bike. The whole lot, then extras too. Push ups, touching toes, star jumps, and by now it’s turned six, I’m knackered, and I’m wondering how long it’s going on for.
G: In there, and face down along the horse.
S(to me): I gave him this sort of pleading look, but I should know better by now. It got no response; didn’t move him at all. So next thing I’m over the vaulting horse and he’s taken his belt off and he’s whacking my arse with it. It stung, he was really laying into me, then he followed it up with three from the cane, right where I sit. When he stopped, he pulled a mat out and lay down on it. Unzips himself and pulls his cock out.
G: OK. Reward time. Not that you deserve it today. Come and squat. Take what you know you need.
S(to me): So after the workout, and the beating, he makes me take him in the most strenuous way while he lies on his back. All the stretching, all the pain, but finally the shattering orgasm. The process took nearly another 20 minutes. I’ve never watched the clock so much while I was doing it! As I got my breath back, I gave him my most pleading eyes again, and finally he relented.
G: OK. I suppose.
S(to G): Can I please take a quick shower, Sir?
G: I’m just too soft with you. Go on!
S(to me): So I’m rushing under the shower, trying to keep my hair out of it, but wondering if my hair is going to be all sweaty and not look OK without being washed. Fucking nightmare. Meanwhile he’s come the usual bucketful in me, and it’s running down my leg, so I tried to squelch as much out as I could and washed it away in the shower. By the time I came out of the cubicle, he’d disappeared, so I towelled myself dry and made my way back to the house to find my clothes. As soon as I got to the kitchen, he threw my dress at me.
S(to G): May I have my underwear please, Sir?
G: No. I’m keeping them. I’ve told you that you can’t wear stuff like that anyway, so you won’t be needing it again.
S(to G): Oh, please, Master. I’m heading straight for the restaurant. I can’t go without underwear. Please!
G: You should have thought of that before you flouted my dress code.
He has a huge collection of her underwear from over the years. Probably has more of her knickers than she has now! He could definitely open a shop.
S(to me): I gave him my little girl lost look, but it was no use begging, and I was wasting even more time. He was laughing at me, so I left his place with just my dress and jacket on and drove like a bat out of hell. I had my one and only tissue between my legs in the car; I was willing it to hold out, and it just about got me to the restaurant toilet where I could grab a handful of tissues and put them between the lips to catch any more that leaked out. I had to keep my legs pressed together all the time to hold the tissue in place. If that lot had got onto that thin dress, I’d have been sitting on a wet patch on the seat all evening.
I’m enchanted with her story, just like I always am when she’s been naughty.
J: I love you so much sweetheart. What wonderful times we have. Even your sister visiting turns into a sex carnival.
Sherrie finally laughs at the funny side of tonight, and the absurdity of my remark.
S: It’s hard to imagine Marie starring in a sex carnival to be fair.
The sisters genuinely love each other and would always stand each other’s corner if push came to shove, but there was this defensiveness in Marie from very early on towards Sherrie’s burgeoning attractiveness to men even as a kid. Being the younger sibling, and having something to prove, Sherrie always took up the challenge and enjoyed besting her older sister in that department. She was the one with all the magic.
J: You definitely have a point there, but you’re hot enough for both of you. When I was sitting in the restaurant making your apologies, the thoughts of what you were doing at the time were driving me crazy; absolutely nuts.
S: Yeah, you love it, you pervert! Especially when I’m suffering!
J: Haaa. Pot, kettle… You were the one out there loving actually doing it!
We snuggle in close, arms around each other, and chuckle together at the deliciously awful secret taboos we share. I put my hand between her legs as she grabs my hard cock. She’s very wet, but I know very well that the state of her sex is a joint effort between her and Geoff just a few hours ago. She’s familiarly full of him.
J: Fuck. The way Matt was looking at your shocking nipple show. I wonder if he suspected you’d been up to no good. Your appearance screamed out ‘freshly fucked’. He knew you were braless and he would so love to fuck you!
S(giggles wickedly): No change there then! He’s wanted me since I was 14! Would you like me to fuck him, babe?
She testing me; goofing around. I’m absolutely sure she wouldn’t seduce her sister’s husband.
J: Well if it’s my cock talking, of course I would, but in the real world, no. Too complicated. It’s nice to have him forever goggle-eyed at you while he’s thinking ‘what if?’ I’d kind of like him to know what you get up to, though. You know, so you seem even wilder to him.
She laughs at my customary creative weirdness that she shares in any case.
S: So how would that work in your fantasy world? It wouldn’t hurt your manly pride if Matt knew I wasn’t faithful to you?
I love the way she always wants to entertain and analyse my craziness, but then I do the same for her all the time, don’t I?
J: God no! I’m secure enough in my masculinity not to worry about shit like that. I must be, mustn’t I? Who cares what anyone else thinks? I’m proud of you for being exactly who you are, not for being my little faithful woman.
S: And I love you for that, babe.
J: I’ll admit that I’ve sometimes entertained the thought that you could tell Marie you have a secret lover just for the variety in sex, swearing her to secrecy, then she would surely tell him, and I just know he would be hugely impressed. He would see you through new, even hotter, eyes!
S: Oh fuck, John. That’s a wild, obscene suggestion. But I’m not sure you know my beloved sister as well as you think you do.
J: Enlighten me then.
S: The Matt part of it is hot, I grant you. I’ve always loved winding him up, as you well know. And I honestly wouldn’t mind him knowing and having that notoriety with him. That’d be exciting, and I’d have fun with it. But if I told Marie, the very last thing she would do would be to tell him. For some reason, she was always wary about me wanting to steal him from her. I never fucking did, obviously. It’s down to her insecurity. She’s welcome to him, but for that reason she wouldn’t tell him, even now.
J: Hmmm. Yes. I follow the reasoning. You have such a devious mind.
S: I’m a woman, and I know how other women think! But what the snitchy cow would do, she’d run straight to Mum and tell her. I could cope with that, wouldn’t bother me one way or the other, and it wouldn’t devastate Mum too much, I don’t think. She’d probably tell me off and warn me I risked losing you, but then it would get to Dad, and that’s a hard red line. I couldn’t bear my Dad knowing. It would hurt him so much if he thought I was so bad. I can imagine the hurt in his eyes already just thinking about it. He’d be so disappointed. He’d be devastated.
J: Well you always cultivate your blessed little angel image with him.
S: I like him to see me that way, ever since I was a little kid. So although it’s a hot idea to wind Matt up more, it can’t happen for that reason.
We finally need to get down to some exquisite fucking, although she asks me to go a little carefully because of the wear and tear inflicted on her lower reaches earlier on by Geoff’s belt, cane and his fat cock. As usual, she turns to the drawer at her side of the bed, extracts a condom and makes a big drama out of putting it on me so that I’m suitably barriered as I enter her cunt full of Geoff. The evil smirk is on parade. Talking about teasing Matt has brought out her wicked streak even more, it seems.
S: It never gets old that he gets me bare and you get the inside of a condom. I know it excites you. It sends me through the roof. Maybe I should deny you again. No sex at all. Maybe not even any teasing or oral this time. No seeing me naked. Or even in underwear this time. Maybe separate bedrooms all the time!
She chuckles. I’m actually tempted to continue the conversation along those lines, but my brain tells my cock to get down.
J: Fuck off!
S: You know you loved me dangling you on a string like that.
Sloppy seconds it is then, because she’s not regained her usual tightness yet. We keep the noise lower than usual too, in deference to the relatives and their early start. Despite Matt feverishly devouring Sherrie’s assets with his eyes all evening, we think it unlikely that he and Marie are similarly engaged right now. If only they could have heard our conversation, the wild subject matter, and how they featured in it.
The next morning we feed them all breakfast and they hit the road around 8am. I hug the whole family and stand back to watch Sherrie do the same. The nieces get a kiss first from her as she squats down to their height, and then she gives Marie a quickie before they all get into the car. Matt’s driving so he’s last in. Sherrie takes him in her arms in front of the car and pulls him tightly in to her. I have to indulge in a wry smile as she kisses him and rests her chin affectionately on his shoulder, hanging on to him in the process for longer than she did any of the three females with her big tits pressed up against his light shirt. I know exactly what she is doing. She’s having great sport watching Marie’s face through the windscreen as she suffers her long dreaded spectacle of my beautiful Sherrie manhandling her husband while he enthusiastically laps it up. Sisterly love, eh? After she finally puts him down she gives me a smirk and a massive wink, blindside to their car.
As they pull out onto the road:
J: You little shit, and he was hanging on as much as you were. She’ll give him hell for that later.
She can’t help the evil grin.
S: Yeah. I know.