Clay Soul

“I’m your whore.” Nathalie moaned. It was a gray morning in Geneva, but one that often started this way. The back of her head faced me, with her long straight, blonde hair tangled between my chest and her back. My pelvis was against her smooth ass, pushing my cock into her from behind. She writhed as I grabbed her hip and inched my cock deeper into her cunt, just slightly faster than she would have expected. My other hand wrapped around her shoulder with my hand clasping her apple sized breast.

“You own me.” she murmured.

Since we started seeing each other her submissiveness, especially with regards to sex, had only increased. Much of it was brought on by herself, but part was due to my natural dominance. The two of us met here in Geneva, with Nathalie originally from Finland and myself a Brit. She was a couple years out of college, and had been living in Switzerland for many years with her sister and mother.

Her breathing picked up as I repeatedly bottomed my cock out into her cunt. She was dripping wet at this point and three of her fingers vigorously rubbed her clit, stopping only to wrap them into her full cunt for a forceful pull. “Fuck, fuck, gnhh,” she cried out as she came. I lasted slightly longer, but then unloaded my cum deep into her.

She got up and turned around. Her face was flushed red, beautiful with her gorgeous blue eyes and sharp Nordic features. “I have to get ready for my job interview. Likely won’t get it.” she mentioned demurely as she headed to the bathroom.

Nathalie always struggled with confidence issues, which was surprising given her looks and relatively comfortable upbringing. However, part of that was easily caused by family, namely her mother, Anna, who held an unnatural lock on her decisions. Anna was very critical of every choice Nathalie made, from big picture things like her course of study or lack of a job, to micro decisions such as a particular pair of clothing or how she kept her apartment. There was also the non-stop comparison to Nathalie’s sister, Angie. For some reason Angie could do no wrong and was the golden child of the family. A fraternal twin of Nathalie, the few minutes between their birth created a valley throughout life.

“I’ll see you this evening. We have dinner with Angie and her boyfriend, don’t forget.” Nathalie shouted out as she wiggled into a tight pencil skirt. She was thin, but curvy enough to cause the skirt to lay tight across her waist. “No problem, good luck today.” I stated as she slowly closed the door and headed out.

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A normal work day passed and I raced to dinner in the evening, late as usual. I made it to the restaurant, saw Angie at a table and grabbed a seat. “Where’s your…” only to be interrupted by a text from Nathalie. “Not going to make it tonight, interview was terrible, have fun with Angie.” Typical I thought as my irritation bubbled.

“She cancelled didn’t she? No different than my boyfriend.” Angie said, giving a slight sarcastic chuckle at the end. “Sit, let’s eat.” she commanded.

I wasn’t going to complain as I was starving and my dinner companion was equally as beautiful as Nathalie, but in a different way. Physically she had the same looks given they were fraternal twins: same white blonde hair, but much larger breasts and a thinner frame, making her look like a sex toy. She exuded confidence and was basically the opposite personality of Nathalie. She sat postured in her chair with her chest out prominently wearing a tight white button up that left a deep chasm of cleavage on display.

We had a great dinner with plenty of food and wine. The talk was refreshing on both ends with me learning that her boyfriend had similar traits as Nathalie. Both of us reveled in the change of pace of the conversation, whereas normally we would have to guide things and extract info, but here it was both participants offering up ideas and wit.

As the wine continued and had it’s normal effect, the topics and statements became more illicit and bolder. Eventually Angie caught me glancing a little too long at her cleavage and said, “They are two cups bigger than Nathalie’s in case you are wondering.” “I can’t deny I was looking, perhaps not comparing size, but definitely looking.” I replied. She paused, looked down at her drink, smirked and then said, “You know your cock is much bigger than I would have expected.” I was a little confused knowing her and I had never been naked together, but played a long a bit saying “Oh really, and you have a sixth sense about these things?”

Angie leaned back in her chair, her eyes stared at mine and said, “No, I’ve actually seen it, on video at least. Those little videos you and Nathalie make? My naive little sister doesn’t realize she backs them up on our family’s shared cloud space. That last one where she’s handcuffed and bent over the coffee table in her living room, you pounding away at her from behind…mmmh, I definitely got off on that.”

A little shocked at the turn of the conversation I tried to de-escalate it a bit by saying, “Well, she still really seems to enjoy it, at least it’s one of the bright spots as she struggles with her career and your mom.” Angie wouldn’t have much of it though, telling me that her sister needed to snap out of it and grow a spine. We went back and forth a bit more and although in new territory with our interactions, decided to call it a night.

We traveled back home together and arrived at the apartments. One thing that made Nathalie and Angie’s mom very successful was her real estate prowess. She had bought a block of apartments a little outside of town and gave one to each sister, both next to each other. Part of of it made economic and logical sense, the other part of me believed it was a way to ensure control over them.

I headed to Nathalie’s apartment where I spent much of my time and began to say goodnight to Angie, who normally would head down the hall to hers. Instead, she pushed me against the wall near the door and told me, “Listen, I know what’s going on in that apartment is not enough for you and you need more.” She had her right hand pushing me hard on my chest, right under my neck, against the wall. With her left hand she began unbuckling my belt. I pushed forward, but she pushed back hard, cocking her head slightly. I began to get concerned Nathalie would hear the commotion and open the door, but nothing, and Angie continued.

She slid her hand forcefully down my boxers and into my pants, swiftly grabbing my cock and squeezing hard. “You need more, don’t you?” she whispered into my hear still keeping me pinned. It was then she started rhythmically rubbing my cock back and forth with her hand. I instantly grew hard in the moment and her pace quickened. “Tell me you want more.” she repeated. I was still silent, my breath increasing. She pushed her thumb over the tip of my cock, smearing the pre-cum around. “I know you want more.” she said again in my ear. She squeezed my cock harder and pushed in and out faster.

I was sure Nathalie could hear the noise, but none of that really mattered right then. I was completely paralyzed with her hand on my chest and the rigorous hand job about to send me over the edge. She just stared in my eyes as she pumped my cock back and forth. She squeezed my balls a few times in between, but she knew I was ready to explode. And after nearly 10 minutes of intense pumping I let out a grunt and shot multiple spurts of cum onto the hallway floor.

Angie, kept her gaze at me and I admitted, “I do need more.” And with that she backed away and walked to her apartment, opened the door, glanced back at me, and went inside. I buckled myself back up and in a daze let myself into Nathalie’s apartment. She was fast asleep as I cleaned up and crawled into bed with her.

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Needless to say that wasn’t the only episode. Nathalie joined us on some nights out, but her cancellations became more frequent. I truly felt bad for her and tried multiple ways to engage her, liven things up, but she kept focusing on how bad her career path was and how much she was frustrated by her mother’s control and criticisms. Angie’s boyfriend stopped showing, largely because they broke up. So on multiple occasions I was left on a regular dinner date with only Angie.

And each of these dinner dates would end in a similar way. I wouldn’t classify it as an affair, but more of various levels of exploration. In no cases did we ever kiss, but it was pure sexual lust that drove the event of the evening, with most of them occurring right in the hallway between both apartments.

While we cycled through the power exchange, it was usually Angie who would guide things. On our last date we reached Nathalie’s apartment door and she put both hands on my shoulders and pushed down, instructing me to get to my knees. I instantly knew what this meant and went to grab the back of her thighs for support as I kissed my way up her legs. She swatted my hands away and I knew then it was only my tongue she wanted. As I nudged my head up near the hem of her skirt, she wasted no time in dropping her own thong panties between her ankles. That gave me a view of her pussy for the first time. It surprised me as she wasn’t clean shaven, but she was a true blonde and had a tuft of white blonde hair trimmed around her pink cunt.

I could tell Angie loved the dynamic as she was glistening wet. I could smell how much it turned her on to have me on my knees in front of her sister’s apartment. It made me wonder how much of this was related to me or whether it was what this meant for her sister that was driving her arousal. I was too transfixed to fully consider it as I darted my tongue over her pussy lips. I lapped up her arousal and slowly worked my way over her clit. Angie clearly wanted more and grasped the back of my head with both hands and pulled me in. It was a very hard grip and nearly suffocating as my face was mashed into her pussy. My jaw ached as she pulled with her hands and ground her pussy forward with thrusts. I licked as much as possible, but as my tongue went out it was mainly forced into the depths of her pussy, which was getting slicker and dripping straight down my throat.

I knew she liked her clit played with from other nights and was wondering why she would prefer my tongue locked into her pussy. I realized she was using the upper part of my lip, between my nose and mouth to masturbate her clit. My tongue was mainly secondary, my mouth a clean-up for her juices, as she fucked my face raw. And then it happened for the first time, but not the last; she orgasmed with a massive stream of her own cum squirting from her cunt. She made sure to seal my face around her cunt when she did this and I swallowed as much as I could. Plenty dripped down my chin, streaming down my neck and also pooling on the floor below. If only Nathalie knew what half the stains on the flooring in the hall were from.

Angie lifted her panties back up and pushed her skirt down. As usual she headed to her apartment, but this time turned to me and said “I think it’s time.” That’s all she said and it left me both worried and excited.

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It was after that last escapade that I thought how unfair I was being to Nathalie and I needed to stop spending time with Angie and try and help Nathalie snap out of her current state. We had been together for so long that I felt responsible for trying to lift her up. We stopped planning group dinner dates and tried to focus on each other for a while. However, nothing seemed to work and she would stare more vacantly during meals and just grow quieter.

Our sex life still went on, but even that seemed to be something she disengaged in. She wasn’t opposed to anything, just not proactive. And as much as I thought it was likely to be a break up, whenever we got to that point, Nathalie clung back as it felt like she had little to hold on to. This seemed to be also caused by her mother Anna’s increasingly relentless control over her. Explaining that if she didn’t do things for her, she would be cut off from money and the apartment taken away. All in all it created a very malleable soul.

And this is where Angie’s last line to me “I think it’s time.” came to fruition. It was a Friday night a few weeks after my suffocating cunnilingus bout that Angie called up her sister as I lingered on the couch watching TV. “Nat, it’s time we went out, you’ve been cooped up far too long.” Angie said. “Sure, come on over.” was all Nathalie could muster. Given that they lived next to each other that took a whole of 5 minutes.

Angie arrived dressed sharply and asked, “So are we going?” Nathalie, sitting at the table, looked up and said, “Nah, I’m just too tired. You and Adam go, you seem to have a good time together.” Whether it was the slight accusative tone taken or just part of Angie’s long laid plan, she lost it.

“I’m so fucking sick of you like this, you need a wake up call! You have a great apartment, supportive mother, easy life and a good looking boyfriend who caters to you and all you do is mope around this place wasting everyone’s time!” Angie shouted this as she started pacing around. “Either you take the reins with it or I am!” Angie then moved into Nathalie’s bedroom and started going through her closet.

I sat on the couch still and just watched everything unfold. Nathalie was still at the table, mouth agape, not sure how to respond. She was very bad at confrontation and almost afraid seeing her sister in this state.

A few minutes went by and Angie came out of Nathalie’s bedroom wearing a very expensive, short tight black dress that Nathalie had used during college. It was skin tight given the women had grown up a bit since then and was also further strained by Angie having a larger chest size. However, the effect was intoxicating as she oozed sex. Angie’s legs gleamed as she took steps forward in heels and the dress slid up slightly. She swiftly came back into the living room and stated, “Well, I’m using this dress as it’s beautiful, expensive and basically a waste with you here. It’s going out with me along with your boyfriend. I think both need a date tonight. Adam get over here, we are going.”

I paused looking over at Nathalie who was just wide-eyed. Before she could say anything, Angie jumped in “Don’t say anything, he’s coming, otherwise I’m going to tell Mom how much you are screwing up the few things in life that are good for you. Adam, let’s go now.” Nathalie just nodded slightly, I got up and walked out the door with Angie.

Things were very different that night. We talked as usual, but Angie clung to me in a more emotional way. We ended up at a bar later that had music and started dancing with each other. Her tits were on full display and pushed right into me as she started to grind my thigh between her legs. I was holding her back and could feel how tight the material was that separated the sheer dress from her body. She brought my chin down with her hand and pulled her face close to me. Our lips locked with electricity and tongues furiously explored each others’ mouths. She gripped me with the strength of our other sexual exploits, but this time pressed her lips, tongue, body and everything into me.

After a long, sweaty time on the dance floor we knew we had to get home. We started down the apartment hallway and I was ready for the familiar scene near Nathalie’s door. But this time it was different. She led me to her door and pushed me in.

I was taken aback at how similar the place was, but also how foreign as I rarely ever came into her apartment. Looking around still, Angie ushered me into the bedroom as I was about to state that we should stop now. But she had no intention of it. She pushed me on the bed, which made a loud noise. The headboard hit the wall hard as I dropped on the bed. I realized that the apartments were basically mirrors of each other and that the headboard likely made a loud sound against Nathalie’s bedroom wall. It then occurred to me she would know her sister is back and that I wasn’t in the apartment. I went to pull out my phone expecting a call / text, but Angie swatted at my hands.

“Not tonight. No way. This is changing.” She said. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them off with my phone in them. “The rest goes now too.” She towered over me on the bed and unzipped the side of her dress. I had seen her in a bikini before, but her overflowing cleavage in black lace underwear drove me crazy. She had on a very small thong that puffed up slightly where her blonde patch of hair was. The rest of her body was perfect. Toned, thin, smooth all around.

I had taken everything off except my boxers at this point and Angies was still in her bra and panties. She lifted her knee onto the bed and crawled on top of me, straddling my legs. Her face was right at level with mine and she told me, “She will learn. Either way this will be a turning point for her. She fights back and gets on with her life or I change my life in a way that I want. Either outcome is good in my opinion.”

She then kissed me again, very passionately, and quickly broke it off, pushing me down so I was laying flat on my back. Still straddling me she put her arms behind her back to unclasp her bra. As she let it fall away her large breasts fell down and came into view. I had felt them plenty in the last few weeks, but this was the first time I had an unrestricted view of them with nothing on her top.

She inched down the bed away from me, her large nipples scraping my waist, down my thighs and stopping when her mouth was near my crotch. Angie made quick work of pulling my boxers away and my cock rebounded up as hard as it’s ever been. Her tongue drew out and flatly laid on my balls as she slowly worked her way up the shaft. My cock bobbed from her tongue flicking the top and me throbbingly hard.

Just like the first time she grabbed my cock, her hand wrapped around the shaft and she took me into her mouth. As she had mentioned I am on the large side, not extremely long, but very wide. My cock forced her mouth to seal around it and her lips curved around perfectly. She sucked me in like a long first pull on a cigarette with some saliva bubbling out the edge of her lips. She pumped with her fist, pulled up, and then shot back down again, swallowing the same amount plus at least another inch. I could feel my cock wedged at the start of her throat.

She pushed harder, much harder with her neck and forced another inch down. I could hear her gag and choke a bit, but knowing Angie that wouldn’t stop her. She then started a rhythm of pumping and sucking. Throughout this time I laid back knowing that Nathalie likely had her ears on the other side of the wall.

Saliva was drooling everywhere and I was getting close and Angie knew that. She pushed off her panties and came back up towards my waist, still straddling me. My cock rested against her blonde pubic hair, her cunt very wet with her pussy lips pressed slightly apart by the base near my balls. She moved her hips slightly and pulled up on my cock from above. Wetness was everywhere between the saliva, my pre-cum, and her pussy juice. She lifted up slightly and I told her at that point, “This is insanely hot, somewhat insane as well, but we should use a condom.” She smiled and replied, “I know who you’ve been fucking this whole time, I’m not worried. This is how it will be.” And with that she pushed my dick into her pussy and eased down.

The pleasure was mind blowing as she pulled her hips down and burrowed my cock to the hilt in her pussy. She was tight, admittedly tighter than Nathalie, but she also knew how to squeeze and move. And that she did a lot. So much so that the headboard started hitting the wall rhythmically. She moaned as she went up and down on my cock, alternating between touching her tits and pushing down on my chest. She started commanding me, saying “This is my cock” It turned into a scream, “My cock! Uggh. It’s my fucking cock!”