This smutty story focuses on the theme of cheating and unfaithfulness, which can entail a myriad of details and fetishes including, but not limited to, lust-based attraction, illicit acts, feelings of dominance and superiority, betrayal, corruption, humiliation, as well as thrills of a cuckold/cuckquean.
If such things are not to your liking then please do not read further. These are just fantasies to be enjoyed by those who find them appealing.
This particular one is in the line of cheating men and seductresses who get involved.
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Mark and Barbara had been recently engaged. They were living in a nice, suburban house. A new, young couple, headed straight towards creating a beautiful family.
He owned a relatively big-sized business, and worked diligently and hard for it to prosper, while Barbara had an office job that meaningfully contributed to society.
It was a warm summer, most of the days were very pleasant. The temperature didn’t get too high, and the air didn’t get too dry nor too humid. On one fateful Wednesday, Mark was sitting in the living room of their house.
It was spacious and beautiful. With a big plasma TV, an expensive looking bookcase, a minibar in the corner. A wide dining table, many chairs. As well as a set of a high-end couch and two matching armchairs, facing the TV.
And then Barbara came to him with surprising news.
“Sweetheart, I, uhm…”
“Yeah? What is it?” he asked, looking up at her as he sat on the couch.
She appeared…distraught. Scared, even.
“I don’t know how to tell you this but, uh, my sister is going to stay with us for a few days.”
“Wait, hold on. Sister? Mark asked, perplexed. “I didn’t know you even had a sister!”
“Because I didn’t want you to know she existed. I… I don’t want her in my life,” Barbara said, coldly and a little fearfully.
Mark raised his eyebrows quizzically. It was uncharacteristic of his fiancée, she was usually kindhearted, nice, and upbeat. Not scared and angry like that. What was their issue? Sibling rivalry? Was she ashamed about something?
“Sounds like, uh, you hate her,” he stated, trying to make it sound mild.
“Yes, I do. You have no idea. She’s a nightmare.”
There was a long pause.
“And?” Mark broke the silence, curious. “You’re not going to elaborate?”
“I can’t, I really can’t,” Barbara said pleadingly. “Please, just trust me.”
“Ok…but why is she staying with us then? And why didn’t you even ask me?” Mark continued. He would be supportive, of course, but couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed. “I’m not exactly thrilled to have a surprise guest, out of nowhere, and without having a say in the matter.”
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Barbara apologized, her voice trembling as she sat down next to him snuggled up to her husband-to-be. “I’m so sorry, but I have to let her, I have to and I can’t say no, and I…I…”
Seeing she was seemingly at the end of the ropes, close to the point of tears, he relented. He didn’t understand it at all, but he still loved her. He would trust her if she needed him to.
“Okay, okay, fine. There, there,” he said gently, hugging her. Like a dutiful partner providing her with a shoulder to cry on, to share her burden. “It’ll be alright, we’ll manage. I’ll help however you need me to.”
Barbara melted in his embrace, trembling yet quickly calming down due to her wonderful man’s presence.
“Thank you, and I’m just so sorry…” she whispered.
“It’s okay,” he cooed, his hands rubbing her back. “When will she arrive?”
“She said on Friday, later in the afternoon…”
—
The dreaded day came soon enough. Mark didn’t really feel bothered, just wanting to get it over with. His fiancée, however, was walking on pins and needles since morning, probably also having caught little sleep in the night.
It was indeed late afternoon, almost evening. The lovely couple were sitting together in their living room, watching TV, when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Barbara instantly got up and almost ran to the door. Mark also stood up and followed, but far more calmly.
He had yet to walk past the corner to see the door when he heard their guest.
“Wooow, nice house! How did a dumb bitch like you get to live in a house like that, huh?”
Mark almost stopped in his tracks, stunned and shocked.
“Um, thanks Pam,” Barbara replied, meekly.
He was shocked yet again, and then he stepped in sight.
“Hey, guys,” he opened with, but then froze, yet again, when he saw Barbara’s sister.
The fact they were related was obvious enough, even though the familiality and resemblence was subtle and in the details. And yet, at the same time, it was beyond surprising.
Because their very feminine guest was not in a different league than Barbara – she was in a different sport altogether. It was unbelievable how much more beautiful she was.
Lustrous blonde hair, gorgeous face of a supermodel, sharp makeup, and a body straight from a wet dream clad in a size-too-slim pink T-shirt with a valley of cleavage and skin-tight blue yoga pants.
She was clearly fit as hell, with sexy, taut abdomen and oh-so-slim waist and curvy hips that brazenly boasted about her perfect hip-to-waist ratio. And, to top it all of, she had huge, juicy, and almost unbelievably perky tits.
With the attitude that he had just heard a hint of, there was no doubt she was more than a big handful…in several ways.
“Oh!” the beauty exclaimed in surprise. For just a moment, however, as her voice soon turned sultry and her pouty lips curved in a strange smile. “Hello indeed…who might you be?”
Mark saw, and felt, what happened next – how her eyes dropped and slid up and down his body.
Now, he wasn’t a bodybuilder or nothing crazy like that, but he did workout hard and regularly.
And Pamela immediately noticed.
“I’m Mark, Barbara’s fiancé. You’re her sister, I’m assuming?
“Mmmhm,” she hummed, still smiling strangely.
There was a tiny bit of pause. His fiancée did not seem eager to join in, either.
“That’s a, uh, surprise, see – I didn’t even know she had one.”
“Yeeeah about that…” the sister’s tone turned from dripping with honey…to cold and ruthless. “What’s up with that, Barb? You didn’t tell me you were in a relationship either…that you’re engaged, even!”
Barbara remained silent, her lips thin. Seeing that, Mark was shocked even further.
Why was she acting like this, not speaking up? And was it true what he had just heard? That she didn’t even tell her sister that she wasn’t living alone, nor anything else of that note? Was she that ashamed, or was her hate that great?
“And to such a fucking hunk, too!” Pam added, not hiding her excitement and ostentatiously biting her lip as she stared at him intently. She liked what she was seeing.
“Woah, excuse me?!” Mark almost shouted out in surprise.
He was more baffled than insulted. After all, what kind of a man wouldn’t enjoy being complimented by a woman that pretty, that attractive?
But he was not only engaged, to the flirtatious minx’s sister no less, but said fiancée was right there with them! It wasn’t just brazen and impolite, it was downright obnoxiously rude!
“Please, don’t,” Barbara said barely loudly enough, looking at the ground.
“Huh? What was that?” Pam asked mockingly, stepping forward to her sister, her voice dripping with venom again.
Mark couldn’t believe his eyes. Barbara visibly recoiled at Pamela’s approach, not even looking her in the eyes.
“Nothing,” Barb whispered.
“Huh, must’ve been the wind, then,” Pam replied, almost as if to herself.
He didn’t know what to think or do. After all, they were sisters, not strangers. They must’ve had their own…dynamic.
“Anyway, where was I…hi there, again!” the supermodel-like beauty said perkily as she turned to face and walk towards the man of the house.
It was uncanny how her voice once again turned so sweet and lovely that she could convince anybody to anything.
“I’m Pam, or Pamela, but you can definitely call me Pam!” she introduced herself, stepping closer and closer.
Mark just stood there, letting her walk up to him, still trying to figure out what exactly he should do, since his wife-to-be appeared downright terrified of this woman.
“Or maybe you could come up with some cute nicknames for me, like…I don’t know, sweetie, cutie, or maybe just a hot piece of ass, haha! I wouldn’t mind it, like, at all…”
‘WHAT?!’ flashed through his mind, making him raise his eyebrows as high as they could go.
She strutted into his personal space confidently, way closer than it was appropriate.
He stared at her, not budging an inch. Still disbelieving how casually she had just said how she wanted him to call her sweet names like he would a girlfriend, or a lover…not his fiancée’s sister.
It wasn’t common, that kind of aggressive, brazen sexuality. And Mark would be lying if he said he didn’t find it…a little arousing.
“Come on, hunk, let’s hug it out!” Pamela said suddenly, embracing him without warning.
Mark had only managed to lean back a little as Pamela’s body squished against his. Sensations of each other’s body heat crashed against each other. The seductive minx even pushed her fantastic tits into him deliberately, wanting him to get really well acquainted with them.
His bending backwards, trying to escape, did nothing to help avoid the sensations…it did however cause her body to lean its weight against his more, at an angle, as if she were ever so slightly lying down on top of him.
“Mmm, we’re gonna have sooo much sweaty fun as in-laws” she purred into his ear, conjuring illicit, hot visions right into his brain.
“Okay, back off, that’s enough,” he said as sternly as he could in this situation.
She didn’t react, of course.
He placed his hands on her hips, his thumbs barely sinking into a very taut tummy as he began to physically push her back.
“Oh, yeah, right there, just slide your hands down and cop a feel of my ass. I promise you’ll love it,” she said persuasively as she only hugged him tighter and began a slight rubbing motion with her rack, as it was tightly sandwiched between their torsos.
Despite ‘slightly’ wanting to follow her advice, Mark pushed her away more forcefully, till he finally managed to break her hold and make her step back. He didn’t want, after all, for her to feel his rapidly engorging dick.
She wasn’t just hot, she was dangerous. All because she knew how to use it.
“Fuck, Pam, yeah? Okay, like, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he raised his voice in anger.
To be fair, he wasn’t nearly as angry as he should’ve been.
Pamela just smiled innocently, fluttering her eyebrows.
“Ohhh, just playing around. That’s what I do, haha,” she answered as if nothing of note had happened.
Then she turned away from him and headed deeper inside the house, strutting as if she owned the place. Mark watched her go, his eyes instinctively and out of their own volition dropping to her mouth-watering, firm, juicy ass, the blue material of her yoga pants hugging her curves lovingly.
For a split second he felt utmost regret of not taking the opportunity to indeed cop a feel earlier.
“Barb, dearie, would you be a sweetheart and carry my bags in for me? Thanks,” Pamela said loudly after she had disappeared out of sight.
“Yes, Pam,” Barbara replied meekily, grabbed her sister’s car keys from the entryway cabinet and went outside, not sparing Mark a single glance.
He stood speechless, his mouth agape. His usually confident, wholesome fiancée just…obediently did whatever her younger, bratty sister told her to do. Like a…slave, or something!
Also, he wasn’t sure whether Barbara was just pretending, or what, but no woman should’ve remained this calm about another woman squishing her sexy body against the former’s man!
After a while, Mark shook himself out of his reverie. After adjusting his pants slightly he followed Barbara out, to wordlessly help her carry her bitchy sister’s bags.
—
Pamela spent that time checking the place out.
‘It has to be Mark’s, gotta be. He’s clearly loaded, Barb wouldn’t be able to afford this on her own…’ she thought to herself as she looked around.
Her wicked, scheming mind was already hard at work formulating a plan to have some fun, if nothing else. She absolutely loved tormenting her ‘oooh so much older, so much more mature, so much wiser’ sister whenever she had the opportunity.
It wasn’t just because she enjoyed it, thought. Pamela genuinely believed that Barbara was, in fact, beneath her. Less pretty, less fit, less clever. Worked hard, not smart. And, most importantly, she didn’t have a rack like that.
And yet…it was Barbara who landed a man like Mark. A man who was just perfect! Well, maybe he wasn’t – Pamela hardly knew him but she was always quick to make up her mind. Any other man, after all, wouldn’t be shacking up with boring-ass Barbara, right?
So far, for Pamela, he checked all the boxes. Fit, loaded, responsible. Best of all he was already falling hard for the younger, better sister – she totally felt it. At least she thought she did, and that meant reality didn’t matter – it was either as she already wanted it to be, or it was subject to change.
Okay, she was probably exaggerating. But there was no way she wouldn’t try to enjoy the weekend to the fullest. What did she have to lose, exactly? Her sister’s respect? Pamela didn’t even want it!
Any other tangible notion of failure or loss didn’t even register to Pamela’s mind. Not with her limitless confidence, considering what she did for a living.
‘Alright, first things first,’ she decided and headed upstairs, the only place left where she could find what she was looking for.
Her guess was correct, as she located the master bedroom soon enough. Noises downstairs announced that Barbara and Mark returned as well, carrying Pamela’s bags and belongings inside.
Pamela entered the bedroom and smirked. The bed was big and looked very enticing, very comfy. Just perfect for a good night’s rest. Or a good night’s fun.
She jumped onto it with a tiny, cute squeal. It was soft enough to sink in ever so slightly, and yet firm deeper down to more healthily support proper spine alignment. Clearly a mattress of the higher end.
“Mmm, that’s niiice,” she hummed, rolling around for a moment.
It smelled fresh and clean, with a subtle scent of its regular occupants.
A naughty thought entered her mind. She smirked, and proceeded to strip.
—
“What’s the deal between you two?” Mark asked his fiancée as they entered, closing the door behind them and placing Pamela’s bags by the entrance.
Barbara remained silent, still not meeting his questioning looks.
“Where is she anyway?” he asked after a while, looking around.
“Probably upstairs,” Barbara replied, walking deeper inside the house.
“Oooh so you CAN talk!” Mark joked, following her. “Seriously, tell me. She’s treating you like dirt, why are you letting her?”
Barbara frowned but otherwise remained silent. They entered the living room.
She plopped onto the couch, and hung her head down. Mark’s concern grew as he watched. His beloved fiancée looked…defeated.
He stepped in front of her and crouched down, forcing himself into her field of vision. She looked at him, her eyes sad. He grasped her hands gently.
“Hey, sweetheart? It’s gonna be alright, okay?” he talked softly and sweetly, trying to cheer her up like a good man should. “I don’t even know her, but she can’t just treat you like this, especially if it makes you feel bad. I’m going to tell her either to behave or to get out of my house.”
Barbara’s eyes shot wide, and her face showed pure panic. She squeezed his hands tightly.
“No! No! Don’t, please, just let her do whatever she wants. Please!”
Mark almost fell backwards on his ass, stunned, not expecting that kind of reaction.
“Promise me you won’t do anything like that! Treat her nice, please! I know she’s a totally spoiled brat, a complete bitch, I know it doesn’t make sense but please, do what I ask, okay?”
“But…but why?” he whispered, more than a little confused.
“I can’t tell you. Please. Trust me, and promise me!” the look in her eyes was desperate.
Mark frowned. A long while followed, filled with tense silence. Barbara’s eyes teared up ever so slightly. Seeing that, he finally relented and nodded affirmatively.
“Hey! Barb!” a loud shout came from upstairs. “Get over here!”
“Ughh…I’ll go see what she wants…” Barbara said dejectedly, standing up.
Mark stood up and moved back, letting Barbara pass, then sat in the armchair. Trying hard, but unsuccessfully, to accept what the hell was going on.
—
In the master bedroom, Pamela was naked on the bed. Her clothes lay discarded all over the sheets.
That’s when Barbara stepped inside.
“What the fuck!” she shrilled at the sight. “What are you doing?!”
Her younger sister from hell smirked as she continued rubbing one of the two bed pillows against her hot, nubile body. Especially squashing them against her bulging boobs and sliding them against her labia.
“Just leaving my scent, marking my territory, that sorta thing. Any objections?” Pamela explained, her voice dripping with challenge and venom. Daring her sister to complain, to protest.
Barbara watched, grossed out and with horror, swiftly recalling that she should think twice before saying anything. She had no doubts her evil sister could, and probably would, carry out her unmentioned threats without reservation.
“What happened?” Mark’s worrying shout came from downstairs.
“You better answer him…unless you want him to come here and see me like this,” Pamela said calmly. “I certainly wouldn’t mind, haha.”
“Uh, nothing! Sorry, it was my bad!”
The younger, hotter sister just smirked in victory, not slowing down her motions in the slightest. Tension was palpable in the air, yet she remained as relaxed and comfortable as she had been all day.
“So, which pillow is yours? And you’d better not lie,” Pamela said threateningly.
Barbara swallowed and quietly pointed to the other pillow.
“Mhm, so now you can think of how your hubby-to-be is going to rest his head against my beautiful tits, even though indirectly. And maybe my smell will make him all hard for me, too?” Pamela wondered out loud, her smirk growing ever wider.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Barbara asked with despair, brought to the point of tears.
“Because you deserve it, you dumb bitch. Because I hate you. And because I just fucking can, and I love it. Speaking of which!” she explained and finally exclaimed, dropping the pillow and reaching for the other one, the one Barbara pointed out.
Pamela placed it right underneath and sat down on it, proceeding to ostentatiously rub her ass against it. Her bouncy bubble butt was very clean – she prided herself on hygiene – but it was the gesture and the audience that counted.
“Mmm, that’s better,” she said, then flipped it to the other side and continued. “I don’t think I need to tell you what’ll happen if you’ll dare to change the covers, or in general if you get in my way, or try to stop me.”
Barbara’s shoulders dropped. In the past, she had never found a way out of her sister’s blackmail. Thus, she tried to distance herself as much as possible. Obviously, it wasn’t enough, and she still had no idea of a way out of her predicament.
“Got it?”
Barbara nodded. Pamela, satisfied with her sister’s answer, finally threw the pillow back and proceeded to put her clothes back on.
“Now, some ground rules about how you’re gonna work hard to help me enjoy my stay here…”
—
The TV was on and showing some comedy show. Not knowing what was happening upstairs, Mark felt it was better for him to wait downstairs till the sisters talked out whatever issues they had. Barbara’s words did not give him peace of mind, however.
‘Let her do whatever she wants?’ What the hell did that mean? Mark could, if he tried hard, conjure up some idea why would Barbara possibly let her sister insult her like that…but did she see how sluttily Pamela was acting? Was THAT a part of ‘whatever’? Surely, there had to be a line.
Maybe Barb just didn’t notice any of that? Maybe she missed all the…impoliteness? Maybe he was the one overreacting and overthinking it?
He couldn’t help but recall how great Pamela’s body felt against his, what illicit temptations her voice promised when she whispered into his ear. Was that what Barbara, his own fiancée, had just told him to accept?
The comedy show wasn’t very funny, but it was a much needed distraction. He shook his head, clearing his mind and trying not to think about it further.
Twenty minutes or so later steps down the stairs announced the sisters coming back. First to step into the living room was Pamela. Mark glanced at her. She looked ridiculously hot, and there was something different about her. He couldn’t quite place it just yet. Barbara followed her, looking anxious and definitely uncomfortable.
“Hey guys. I’ll take your bags to the spare bedroom, if you’re ready to unpack?” he asked their guest.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you. Not just yet, though, I need to unwind some, haha,” Pamela giggled, stepping forward till she stood right next to where Mark was sitting.
With her arms crossed noticeably underneath her massive bust, pushing it upwards, he couldn’t help but instinctively glance downwards. Her nipples were visible, and seemingly quite hard.
Mark’s eyes widened as he realized what was off. Pamela had taken off her bra!
He looked at Barbara, but she didn’t meet his shocked look. She remained looking defeated and indifferent.
“You okay honey?” he asked her, worried.
“Oh, she’s fine. We’re just gonna watch some TV with you. Aren’t we, Barb?” Pamela answered instead, smirking.
Barbara looked up and obediently stepped forward. She wanted nothing else but to sit next to her hubby-to-be, but her sister was in the way. Pamela noticed her sister’s conundrum, quietly tsk-tsk’d with her lips and ostentatiously threw Barb a look at the armchair close by.
The older sister, hanging her head back down in shame, sat down where Pamela ordered. Mark watched the silent exchange in confusion.
“Now…where should I sit?” Pamela hummed, looking deep in thought.
“Uh…there’s plenty of space,” Mark said looking at the both spots next to him free as well as the other empty armchair.
“I was thinking about making myself much more comfortable though. You don’t mind, right?” she asked innocently.
“Be my guest?” he said, confused.
“Great!” Pamela said and promptly stepped forward, turned around, and sat down into Mark’s lap.
“What the- hey, get off!” he exclaimed in surprise, trying to push her off…although a bit too gently.
Pamela fought him, pushing backwards and down, using his pushing to practically grind against him right then and there.
The sensation of a shapely, juicy ass squashing against his dick, making him feel her springy asscheeks and intense body heat instantly hit him like a sledgehammer with arousal. She was so fit and hot that the sight of her, and so close, filled his mind with illicit, imaginative thoughts.
“But you said it was okaaay,” she pouted as she tried her best to grind her ass on his crotch. “Barb doesn’t mind it, right?”
“N-no, I-I don’t mind,” Barb quickly added, not daring to look at them.
“The fuck?” Mark cursed, more panicked than angry. “I don’t care, get off me!”
“But I don’t wa-ant tooo!” Pamela moaned mockingly like a spoiled brat. “Barb, tell him to let me.”
“Honey, please…let her sit in your lap,” Barb said pleadingly, her tone ringing empty and hollow.
Mark stopped pushing, feeling his dick harden to full by now. It was poking and pushing right into Pamela’s amazing, muscular ass, his casual pants and her skin-tight yoga pants doing next to nothing to dull the sensations. It was impossible for her not to feel it either.
“W-why? The fuck?!”
“Because I, mmh, want to feel like a little girl in a big man’s lap,” Pamela purred sexily, continuing to grind against that deliciously hard dick underneath her. She was going a bit slower though, now that Mark wasn’t pushing her, yet still working hard and tirelessly…like a good girl.
Mark’s dick flexed involuntarily. This woman was doing things to him so well that he didn’t even want her to stop anymore.
“Okay, okay, fine, fuck,” he relented, then lowered his voice. “Just stop moving around, please.”
Pamela giggled victoriously and stopped her, well, lapdancing, and proceeded to make her position just perfect.
“Okay, can you sit straighter a bit, make me more comfortable?” she asked innocently. “And move back a little.”
Mark gentlemanly helped her to find the best spot for both of them. Which, as it soon ended up turning out, was for both of them to sit relaxedly yet with Mark’s barely obstructed cock clenched neatly between Pamela’s thighs and against her pussy.
Her body was as close to his as could be, filling his nose with her intoxicating scent. His eyes were right over her shoulder, giving him a prime look down her cleavage and huge, juicy boobs.
The only thing that could make that sight even better would’ve been Mark’s hands greedily groping and squeezing his fiancée’s younger, not-so-little sister’s amazing rack.
“Mmm, that’s muuuch better. I could sit like this all day,” Pamela purred.
His cock flexed out of his own volition again. Was she just the sexiest woman alive?
“Does it feel good for you too, babe?” she asked her ‘seat’.
“Uh, yeah. Pretty good,” he answered so honestly it surprised him, his voice noticeably hoarse, his breathing louder than normal and uneven.
For some reason he no longer wanted to fight her. He wanted her to stay nice and close, happy and content. Not offending her in any way. After all, Barb wasn’t protesting, she even encouraged it for whatever reason. So it was okay, right?
It had to be. Because his lust-locked brain cared about very few things other than Pamela’s impossibly sexy body tempting him and promising the best pleasure of his life.
“Mmm, could you put your hands where I want them?” she said breathily, pushing out her chest and shaking it slightly.
Mark swallowed his saliva audibly. His hands itched and his brain was convincing him there was only one way to scratch that itch.
Needless to say, the blaring TV’s existence was long forgotten.
“Come ooon, hurry up,” she half-moaned.
He glanced to his wife. She wasn’t looking, she wasn’t protesting. She had to be okay with it, right?
So he brought his hands up and grabbed Pamela’s big, fantastic boobs. Her hard nipples scratched the itch in his hands just right, and the abundant softness that filled his hands was indescribable.
His cock twitched, hard as steel.
“Ooh!” Pamela squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down slightly. “I meant wrap your arms around me, you know, clasp my hands with yours in my lap, so I feel nice and cozy and safe!”
Alarmed, he instantly threw his hands off her chest, although with great regret. Then he did exactly what Pamela’s suggested, wrapping his arms tightly around her body and his hands around hers in her lap. The kind of romantic, loving snuggle a man would do with a beloved woman on a Friday evening.
“Haha, Barb, did you see how silly your fiancé had been?”
“No,” she answered with flat, deadpan voice.
“He accidentally grabbed my boobs, haha. And squeezed a little. I didn’t really mind, though, because it’s your husband-to-be,” Pamela talked, giggling like a schoolgirl. “So it’s okay. Right?”
“Yes. It’s okay.”
“It was so funny, though. You don’t think it was funny?” Pamela asked, her voice smug and venomous.
Mark remained silent, feeling tense and slightly guilty. But Pamela’s ridiculously hot body on top of him, which he was quite frankly tightly wrapped around, too, was overwhelming him with different kinds of emotions altogether.
This close, the younger, hotter sister’s breathing was quite pronounced. It wasn’t a mystery she was also very, very horny.
“Yes. Ha, ha. It was hilarious,” Barbara answered gloomily, adding a mocking, fake laughter.
“So, yeah, Mark, babe? If you wanna play with your wife-to-be’s cute sister’s big boobs a bit, it’s alright. Especially since we all know you can’t do that with Barb, haha,” Pamela giggled, sounding innocent like a rainbow.
Meanwhile, his dick felt harder than it had ever been. He didn’t dare follow her hurtful comments through though. He wasn’t that far gone…
“Alright, let’s watch some TV!” Pamela added excitedly, once again bouncing up and down for a too-short moment.
…at least not yet. The layers of material between his member and her pussy were few, thin, and furiously hated more and more by the illicit pair by the second.
A few minutes of tense silence followed. None of them really watched the TV though. Barbara was busy forcing her eyes to stay on it, fighting the urge to glance at the couch’s occupants.
And said occupants were far to busy imagining and checking out things to pay notice to something as boring as a TV. Pamela kept sliding her gaze alongside Mark’s muscular arms, imagining being squeezed by them to the point of crushing, being spanked by those hands of his till her rear was forever marked as his property. Her tits definitely felt lacking a vital part kissing and making out with them, worshipping them. And that hard dick pushing against her pussy…It felt a crime for it not to be buried deep inside her already.
Mark’s eyes were laser-focused on the delicious cleavage right underneath him, flooding his mind with images and memories of greedily squeezing that incredible pair of tits till the end of time, and his nose was clouding his judgement with the sexiest, most intoxicating aroma. Her body, so hot both literally and figuratively, was imprinting itself in his memory forever like the work of art that it was.
“Say, Mark,” Pamela began, unable to resist it longer. Her voice made shaky and breathy from the arousal. “Are you curious what I do for a living?”
“Y-yeah,” he said, his voice cracking from the intense lust. He cleared his throat a bit. “What is it?”
“I’m a social media model, and the, haha, the ‘vapid influencer’ type. I have a looot of followers,” she explained proudly and gleefully. “A looot of donations and stuff, haha, and I don’t even have to do anything, really.”
It was a stark contrast to her older sister, who worked hard in a decently prominent office job. The world, after all, didn’t need internet models, while Barbara’s work, while not vital, definitely did contribute to society.
And yet, hearing that, for some reason Mark’s lust-addled brain turned him on even further. To be so sexy, so desirable, that a woman wouldn’t have to do anything? Getting showered with gifts and money by people desperately hoping to catch her attention, but never receiving it? Being a wet dream for God knows how many people?
Doesn’t it say something about said society? After all, who’s more appropriate to be glorified and put on a pedestal, a queen…or a peasant? Who has to work for their place in life, who has to contribute more? And, in the end, who gets to enjoy the most of spoils and fruits of labor? The former or the latter?
And now, such irresistible royalty, a living sex symbol, was as horny for him as he was for her. Sitting in his lap in those skin-tight yoga pants, her pussy inches away from being impaled on his rock-hard dick. All the while as she laughed at and insulted her inferior, nowhere near as hot, older sister.
A sister that, due to her age, should be wiser and more prominent, not utterly overshadowed by Pamela, with her hot body and big tits.
Realizing that…was Mark pretty much socially obligated to do what was right here?
He wanted it so, so fucking bad.
“I bet you’re, mhh, curious what kinds of pics I upload. Wanna see them?”
Mark swallowed. His mind, following lines of logic completely clouded by lust, made him not know right from wrong anymore. And when logic fails…only emotion can guide a person.
“Yeah, definitely,” he half-whispered.
Pamela slid her hand out of his and into a slim pocket of her blue yoga pants, to retrieve her very thin, no doubt very high-end phone. With a few flicks of her fingers, she entered a vast gallery of her pictures on it.
“Here…many of them I don’t actually upload…them being a bit too naughty, haha,” she purred and giggled ostentatiously, like the truly irresistible seductress that she was.
She handed him her phone. He took it, and immediately began browsing.
Pamela didn’t want to be the one showing off herself to him. By now, she wanted him to take the reins and be the one to explore her sex appeal, guided by his desire. She wanted to see Mark working hard to turn himself on even further all on his own, for him to voluntarily drown himself on her sexuality.
And he couldn’t wait to do just that.
“Oh fuck,” he cursed loudly, seeing the first, random picture.
It was the kind you could see in a cheesy sex-sells advert. The only good, and absolutely mesmerizing at that, part of one.
Tight clothing, hot body. Sensual expression, seductive pose. The lightning and the angle of the shot were perfect as well, yet it seemed like she did that one herself, clearly displaying photographic talent in showing off her beauty.
He immediately flipped to the next one, like a person quickly turning into an addict, desperately wanting to get another fix, another picture of Pamela’s soul-corrupting sex appeal.
His dick felt ready to split his pants with the amount of hardness and throbbing it was manifesting.
And Pamela definitely and very perceptively noticed all the little details about what it was that he enjoyed the most. She was observing him fall for her. She no longer had to do anything – he just kept browsing.
She turned her head to glance at Barb, with the kind of look and expression that said ‘I showed you now, bitch, didn’t I?’
But her sister wasn’t looking back at Pamela, she had her head hung down almost catatonically, ignoring everything and everyone.
‘Well, fuck her anyway,’ Pamela thought to herself. As horny as she was, at this point in time, she cared about Mark and his rock hard cock infinitely more.
“God damn!”
Hearing him curse again sent a flash of pleasure and satisfaction through her body. She turned her head back.
“That’s right, fucking worship me, baby,” Pamela whispered, not caring if Barbara heard.
Mark did though, as his dick flexed deliciously, same way it had been doing for quite a while now. And, for better or worse, he carried on browsing.
Pamela knew what kind of pictures he would reach next.
He announced it by suddenly moving his hand to her lower abdomen and pulling hard to bring her closer and deeper into his lap. There was absolutely no doubt why he did that – his whole body urging him to fuck her already.
The phone’s screen displayed the reason. It was a naked selfie, with Pamela on her knees and upright, with the kind of expression that was just begging for a hard fucking.
“Ooh, yeah, you like it, baby?” she half-purred, half-moaned breathily at the sudden manhandling.
“I fucking love it, oh my God,” he told her.
And then, no longer caring about anything, brought his other, phone-unoccupied hand up and grabbed a big handful of her juicy tits.
“Mmm, just like that, baby, go ahead,” she agreed.
At the sudden sensation he stopped browsing her gallery for a moment, marvelling at what he was feeling in his hand. Taking off his eyes off the phone for a moment to bury his gaze in the real deal, the hot girl’s cleavage right under his nose.
“Keep browsing baby, there’s so much more it’s crazy,” she promised him, wanting him to get as turned on as he could…so there would be no way for him to stop himself.
He got to it immediately.
His sight was flooded with hot as fuck pictures that were borderline pornographic. Lewd way past the definition of the word. And the author, the very woman, the supermodel in the photos was currently in his lap – wet, tempting, and as horny as he was.
Mark’s dick throbbed, ready to burst. It was almost physically hurting him that he wasn’t buried inside Pamela’s pussy already.
“I’m amazing, aren’t I?” she asked him smugly, breathing heavily. She felt invincible, hearing about her naked form being appreciated that much.
“Like I can’t fucking believe,” Mark almost growled at her, giving her breast one final squeeze before dropping the hand back down to her lap.
He didn’t just want it anymore – he needed it.
“Mmmh,” she purred erotically as his hand slipped between her thighs and proceeded to rub her pussy through her skin-tight yoga pants.
Pamela assisted him by gently rubbing his forearm, which muscles flexed from his fingers’ busywork, with one of her slim, soft hands, while the other she had lifted up to tease her tingling breasts. She would never ever forgive it if somebody or something were to stop the situation from unfurling fully.
Her insides blazed with a furious, lustful flame, telling her exactly what her body needed.
“You know how many people wish they could be in your spot right now?” she asked him, voicing her desire and confidence.
“I think all of them. Fuck!” he cursed, rubbing her pussy a bit more intensely.
“And how many would totally ignore their ugly, inferior partners, just for a split second of my attention?” she asked, sounding as confident as the queen of the world that she felt like.
“Oh God, fuck! Urghmmm! All, all again!” he growled, not able to resist feeding into her perceptions, just to make it hotter for both of them.
And the phone’s pictures kept being browsed. Pushing both of them to the breaking point.
It was Pamela who was the first to crack, unable to take it any longer.
“Mark, uhh, don’t you, like, want to see me make those kinds of poses…like right now? Just for you?” she groaned lustfully, breathing heavily to the point of hyperventilation.
He surprised her with the amount of force he pushed her forward with as he stood up. He didn’t let her fall, instantly using her momentum to hook his arms around her and lift her up, like a newlywed, trophy wife
“Ah!” she yelped cutely in response.
At the emotional, romantic gesture, Pamela twisted herself in his arms, brought her own around his neck and proceeded to make out with him sloppily and messily, ignoring the difficulty and precariousness of her position.
Mark kissed her back with all the fervor, proceeding to practically stumble blindly upstairs, yet at the quickest pace he could. Still grasping onto that hot-picture-filled phone of hers, too.
And so they left the room, disregarding Barbara completely. Leaving her behind.
—
Pamela kept twisting and trying to make out with him whilst being carried like a newlywed all the way. It made it difficult to move, but at the same time more than worth it because of how fucking hot it was.
They wanted each other, spurred on by such intense lust neither of them would let any obstacle stop it.
The master bedroom was open. Luckily, too, otherwise the door could’ve been damaged as Mark would’ve kicked it open. In a moment, they fell together into a tangled mess onto the bed.
The same one Mark shared with Barbara every night. But this time it was her hotter, younger sister making herself comfortable in it. The very sister he had only met today, who insulted and demeaned his fiancée. Who ordered her around like a slave, not treating her with respect an older, wiser sister should be treated with.
And Pamela’s reward for all that bitchy, slutty, mean behavior was Mark’s absolute, overwhelming desire to give her anything she wanted, especially the intense, illicit fucking her ridiculously sexy body deserved. He would cheat on his wife-to-be, he would betray her and tell this slut how much better she was, he would let her do and say whatever she liked…all because she was too hot to resist.
All because she had a pair of fantastic tits.
He smacked her tight ass, which looked so mouth-wateringly delicious in her yoga pants. Pamela half-moaned sexily in response. He pulled her pants off her so fervently he almost ripped them. The feminine scent that filled his nose was intoxicating.
The second he could he sealed his mouth around her hot, wet pussy. His tongue tingled as if it tasted heaven.
“OOooohh yeaaah” Pamela moaned with relief. Her pussy’s throbbing was almost unbearable, and now she finally was experiencing what she wanted.
Mark proceeded to suck, kiss and lick her nether lips, as expertly as he could. As enthusiastically as if his life depended on it, as if there was nothing in the entire world more important than making this bitchy slut cum as hard as she could.
She grabbed his head with both her hands, helping him eat her out that little bit. Guiding him where and how she wanted, using her older sister’s fiancé to pleasure herself.
“You like it? You like my sweet little pussy, baby?” she cooed.
Without stopping his nether-kissing, he slightly lifted her up by the hips and spanked her deliciously juicy, tight ass in response, then squeezing it greedily.
“Ooooh that’s gotta be a yes…mmmh, keep going at it, oh my Goood…” she moaned as she laid her head down and arched her back slightly.
She was so glad he loved her taste. He was so good at eating her out she definitely wanted him to do it again.
“Fuck yesss, kiss my pussy…like you’ve never kissed my sister,” she purred, her voice pitch getting higher, her fingers running through his hair.
Pamela’s words as he slobbered all over her honeypot drove him ever wilder. He couldn’t wait for her to climax from his mouth anymore.
His dick was so hard and sensitive it hurt to have clothes in the way. There was only so much he could do with one hand, so in the end he had to, albeit with great reluctance, move back and stand up to finally take his pants off.
The sexy woman sprawled on the bed felt anger as the sensations stopped when she was oh so fucking close…but the sight of Mark’s raging hardon shut her up good.
“Stick it…stick it in me, right fucking now!” Pamela ordered him, her eyes glinting.
“You fucking hot slut,” he growled as he almost leaped at her, positioning his dick at her entrance.
Not a second passed, there was no patience left in either of them. He slammed it home as deep as he could.
“Fuuuck!” they moaned in unison, almost climaxing together right then and there.
He quickly withdrew to the tip, and slammed back in. And again, and again.
“Oh, God, yes! Mark! Fuck me!” Pamela moaned. She was so fucking close.
He kept pounding her delicious pussy, breathing heavily and flexing his pelvic muscles to not cum too early, despite how desperately he wanted to flood Pamela’s insides with it.
Very soon the temperature in the room felt way too hot. Mark had to take off his shirt, finally ending up fully nude. Pamela, however, still had her shirt on that threatened to get ripped from her massive boobs bouncing wildly. Mark watched them jiggle and shake enraptured.
She didn’t remove her shirt, because she was way too busy gripping the bed covers for dear life, as the rapidly approaching climax showed signs of being intense enough to make her pass out.
“You like it, you hot bitch? Making me cheat on my fucking wife-to-be?” he growled angrily, feeling pleasure that was almost out of this world, and deeply, deeply caring about helping Pamela get off.
“YES! FUCK YES! CHEAT ON HER! I DESERVE IT!” she almost screamed hearing the illicit, naughty words.
“Just because you’re hotter? Because your fucking incredible tits are bigger than hers?! Just because your ass is bouncier and juicier you can walk all over her, and steal me away?” Mark kept talking.
He was entering the limits of his stamina, crossing the point of no return. His own orgasm would soon hit, so he had to do his god damn best to make the hot slut cum with him.
“YES! I’M SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER THAN HER! TELL ME, BABY! TELL ME YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN HER!” Pamela squealed, gasping and holding her air for short little periods.
She looked so cute, and so sexy. And she was so, so fucking close!
“I FUCKING DO! OH MY FUCKING GOD, I FUCKING LOVE YOU, PAM!” Mark screamed at the top of his lungs as his orgasm flooded his brain with pleasure, buckling his legs, making him fuck into her as deeply as he could, spraying hot cum against her cervix. “FUUUCK!”
“AHHHHHH! UUUUUHHHHMM! MHHHHHH!” Pamela squealed and closed her mouth around her moans as a massive climax proceeded to make her shiver and tremble as if an earthquake just went through her. Hot, intense lust, with the most smug, selfish satisfaction and pride, feeling like a tsunami of emotions overwhelmed her mind, carrying her to depths of pleasure she didn’t know she could experience. “MMMMMMH! MMMHHHHH!”
Mark watched her shake and shiver, fascinated, holding her down with his dick buried as deep as it could go. His glutes flexed, pushing and pushing his groin forward. His hazy mind barely knew what was going on, only that it was absolutely mind-blowing.
After a long minute he felt too tired to stand upright and he collapsed next to her. Pamela still kept quivering, so he pulled her close to himself, wrapping his body around hers.
“MMmmm!” she kept humming quietly, taking all the force and expression of the peak sexual experience inside her.
“I’ve got no fucking words to describe how insanely hot you are,” Mark whispered against her ear as she shivered, half to himself.
She gasped and breathed heavily, her shivering slowly quieting down. He slid his hand underneath her head, her hair a mess, and turned her towards himself to kiss her full lips.
He wanted to share her pleasure, to make her feel loved and close to the one that made her feel this way. Lovingly caring about this hot, wicked slut, that trampled all over her own sister, his fiancée, way, way more than he should.
—
It took them awhile to calm down and regain some energy. They lied next to each other in silence, marvelling in everything that happened and each other.
“Holy crap, Mark, I’m so glad Barb met you,” Pamela said finally.
Mark breathed deeper, hearing that…and feeling guilty.
“Why are you so mean to her?” he asked.
“Because she’s a piece of shit,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“What? Barbara? How can you say that? I know her, and she’s as nice as people get!” Mark protested.
“Oh yeah? What did she say about me, then?”
“Uh, well…apart from not telling me you even exist until very recently…” Mark began, recalling his conversations with his fiancée. “Hm, she did say you were a spoiled brat and a bitch, but you were totally acting like o-”
“See?” she cut him off, sliding on top of him and sitting up straight.
Wearing just a sweat-soaked, tight t-shirt that bulged obscenely because of her huge rack…Straddling him, her gorgeous pussy that glistened with their bodily fluids just inches away from his only half-limp dick…It was quite the disturbance to his line of thought. What was he supposed to ‘see’, again? Whatever he was seeing at the moment seemed, as his darting eyes conveyed to him, very, very important.
“She’s a mean cunt. What kind of an older sister tells such bad things about their sweet, innocent, younger sister?” Pamela continued sweetly, pouting mockingly with a sad expression.
Mark felt blood rushing downwards again. He had no idea why her way of speaking and acting affected him so very much. Not to mention that it made him forget more and more what it was exactly he was supposed to feel guilty about. Was it about the opportunity of seeing a half-naked world-class beauty straddled on top of him? Having her flirt with him…and more?
Analyzing it from that angle…the only thing he should feel guilty about was not doing it sooner.
“I, uh, but- I mean you were acting like she, uh, described,” Mark tried repeating, albeit much less intensely.
Pamela responded by gently grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and with a motion full of grace and excessive pushing-out of her chest peeling it off herself.
Her beautiful, round, gravity-defying, juicy, and oh-so-big boobs captivated Mark’s entire perception.
“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t catch that, you were saying?” Pamela purred smugly, looking downwards at her chest affectionately.
“I, uh…wow,” he muttered in response.
“Yeah, haha, probably not important now. I have nice boobs, don’t I?” Pamela asked innocently and cutely.
“The best rack I’ve seen in my life,” Mark replied truthfully, before even having the slightest chance of holding his tongue.
“Mmm, haha,” the hot woman on top of him giggled. “I guess your fiancée is struggling a bit in that department, isn’t she?”
Mark swallowed his saliva, placing his hands onto Pamela’s hips.
“Yeah, she definitely is,” he muttered, loudly enough to be heard.
“So is it really so much to ask for her to be much nicer to me, and to respect me?” she continued, moving her body ever-so-slightly in forward-and-back waves, pout audible in her seductive voice.
“Totally not, Barb should be nicer and more respectful,” Mark told Pamela as he slid his hands upwards slightly on her body, wanting nothing else but to agree and tell her whatever she wanted to hear. His focus utterly transfixed by her slight, dreamy movements.
He knew, deep inside, he wasn’t exactly being fair. But that didn’t matter. He had too intense of a desire to fuck this hot slut again than he had to be just.
“I think you should make it up to me, in her stead, you know?” she explained, in a mockingly worrying kind of voice. Like there was some karmic injustice in the world only he could resolve. “For her being a bad person.”
“I’ll definitely make it up to you, Pam,” he told her, his hands stil sliding upwards, already on her rib area.
“So, um, would you be okay with me, like, taking a few pics right now? Maybe if I show off to her a little I’ll feel better…and she’ll be more careful and understanding in the future?” she asked, trying to sound like a little, worried girl…as she undulated her insanely attractive, adult body seductively.
His dick, by now almost fully erect, sprung to full hardness as he processed her words. Once again, he was just too horny to say no to that temptress. He didn’t answer by speaking, but with his hands as they jumped a few inches and finally grabbed her tits fully.
“Oh God, fuck,” he muttered a curse quietly, groping and squeezing those fantastic tits. His hands tingled, especially when her rock-hard nipples grazed against his palms.
“Mmmm…” she hummed, finding his touch very, very pleasant. “I guess, mm, that’s a yes.”
Showing just how agile she was, she reached smoothly for her phone that lay disregarded close by, without interrupting Mark’s exploration of her chest in any way.
Mark groped, squeezed and played with her tits. Marvelling at the work of art that Pamela’s body was. It was mind-boggling that her and his fiancée were related, because only one of them was this ridiculously hot.
What Pamela did next, however…it wasn’t taking pictures. She took her phone, and immediately started recording a video – specifically of Mark groping her naked tits.
“Hey, Barb? This is what you get for being mean to me…this is what you get for calling me a spoiled brat and a bitch. You really shouldn’t call your sweet innocent little sister things like that, you know? Mark agrees…don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Mark said out loud, too horny to care.
“Mm, I’m so lucky to have him, your hubby-to-be, you know, make it ALL up to me now. See? Haha, he likes my big boobs a lot!” Pamela bragged to the phone.
Said fiance’s intense arousal only spiked as he listened. Barbara would probably see the recording very soon. Corrupted more and more by the events…he was curious to see what would happen, instead of trying to stop it.
“I don’t think it’s just my boobs he likes, though. I think he might be falling in love with me. I mean, look!” she lowered her phone till the camera had in full view two things of importance – Mark’s fully erect, raging hardon, and Pamela’s pussy, flushed with heat and dripping with cum.
And then she brought the phone back up to her face, beaming with a radiant, overjoyed smile.
“He sprayed so much cum in me, sis, it was amazing! He shoved his dick in me as much as he could, and he kept it there. Making sure not one drop was spilled, haha!”
He pinched her nipples. Fuck, she was so hot acting smug like that. He wanted to do everything again, every little thing Pamela mentioned and exactly the way she did.
“Oooh,” she squealed gleefully. “We’re both so horny for each other, it’s totally crazy! He’s playing with my nipples right now, see? Haha!”
She did a close-up on Mark’s hands greedily squeezing her chest once again for a moment.
“Aren’t you glad your little sister and hunky hubby-to-be are getting along so well? It feels, like, sooo great, falling in love with each other like that…like we’ve known each other for years, like we were meant to be together since, ever, haha!”
Mark couldn’t take it anymore, beginning to ever so slightly bounce his hips involuntarily, shaking the beauty on top of him, in addition to kneading her tits like dough.
He had barely met this sexy slut, he had a mind blowing fuck-session with her, and now she was talking as if they were deeply and truly in love with each other…practically telling it to Barbara’s face!
She was either right, or he was too horny to know better. Lust coursed through his body like lava, making him feel as if this was it – this was the pinnacle of life.
A slut hot beyond reason, living the best life just by being hot and showing off her perfect body. Impaled on his dick while her inferior sister, a woman he was engaged to, a woman he promised his eternal devotion to, was left behind and ignored.
Meanwhile Pamela felt like a goddess, straddled on top of a real stud that was almost desperate to fuck her, taunting her inferior sister. She was ready for more, she was made to handle it. She felt as if her skin was glowing, radiating with heat, her own lust barely held at bay by the sweet, dizzying sensations of post-orgasmic bliss. To her, that was how true success felt like. And success tended to breed more success.
The amount of energy both of them felt as if riding high on was awe-inspiring. It was the kind of powerful force that could change the world. But why waste it on positive change, when it could be used to make a hot, mean slut cum hard?
“Gorgeous, sit on my dick and ride me already, I want your hot piece of ass so much it fucking hurts,” he growled at the sexy bitch on top of him. Loudly enough for the phone’s mic to catch it clearly.
“Fuuck,” Pamela groaned lustfully, breaking her until-now collected voice. Her pussy contracted tightly, feeling oh-so-empty. “Hear that, Barb? He called me a hot piece of ass, I, urrgghhh, I told him that can be his pet nickname for me if he liked…”
As she finished her sentence, she lifted herself up whilst bending forward slightly. To finally let her feel full again, but without forcing his hands to stop what they were made to do – groping some big-titted slut.
And then she impaled herself on his dick.
“MMMMH!” she moaned as she sunk down to the bottom, feeling that throbbing thickness stretch her vaginal walls again.
“Fuuck,” he agreed, voicing his pleasure.
“Oh, God…Mark’s dick feels so good inside me, Barb, you’ve no idea…I gotta hang up, dearie, I need to focus on…mmm, fuck, I guess it’s OUR man, now!”
“FUCK!” he cursed again, feeling like the king of the world.
Pamela shakily fiddled with her phone to start sending the just-recorded video to Barbara, before tossing it aside and quickly start raising the pace of fucking herself and bouncing up and down on Mark’s dick all the while continuously shoving her tits into his greedily squeezing hands.
“Your, uhhmm, hot little slut…is going to do alllllll the work for you, babe,” she purred, lifting her arms and leaning them onto his muscular chest for support. Her breathing already turning ragged and heavy.
Feeling nothing but amazement and appreciation, he lifted his torso up slightly, his abs flexing and prominently showing, as well as lowered his hands from her jiggling tits, slapped them onto her tight, juicy ass and proceeded to help her as much as he could.
Soon, working hard in unison, they were fucking like crazy. Like thirsty, sex-crazed maniacs. Almost too hot to, and for each other. Overwhelmed with the very pinnacle form of lust.
Wet slaps reverberated throughout the bedroom. The bed creaked and shook. The air felt almost steamy. And Pamela bounced her mouth-watering bubble butt up and down, her pussy smacking wetly as it sucked and sheathed Mark’s harder-than-ever dick, dripping intoxicating juices everywhere.
They stared into each other’s eyes intently, breathing almost in rhythm. His hands kept squeezing her amazing ass, pulling it back down again every time it bounced back up.
Soon enough, Pamela was reaching another glorious, delicious peak. Mark was glad he was a little less sensitive, thus giving him a little more stamina to really give the slut on top of him what she needed.
She shut her eyes, focusing internally on the intense pleasure rolling throughout her body.
“Ughhh fuck, I’m a spoiled brat, huh? I’m a mean bitch, yeah? That’s what she called me?” Pamela began asking, her voice throaty.
“Fuck!” he cursed, his horniness spiking at hearing her talk dirty. “Yeah! Yeah, she did!”
“MMMMH!” she moaned. “The gall on that haaag! Uhhh fuck, you can call me that, though, if you like…”
He spanked her ass with both hands, his ears ringing from the crisp sound of it.
“You can call me whatever you want, baby! Call me a brat, call me a slut, call me a bitch as you FUCK ME LIKE THAT!” she screamed, almost desperately jumping up and down his dick.
“Oh God you fucking slut, you bratty fucking bitch! Fucking HELL your tits are huge!” he growled at her, staring transfixed at her wildly bouncing rack.
“BARB! HEAR THAT? DID YOU HEAR THAT? This is what you get for being mean, you whore!” Pamela screamed, getting closer and closer. “I may be a bratty bitch but YOUR FUCKING HUBBY-TO-BE JUST LOVES MY BIG BOOBS! SO IT’S ALL RIIIIGHT!”
“Fuck, Pam, you’re gonna make me cum again!” he moaned despite trying to holding it in. He didn’t want it to end for him yet.
“Fuck, baby! I’m sorry but I’m so close! Please do your best, pace yourself, I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked my sister!”
With all the strength he had from all the workouts he did he proceeded to lift her up and slam her down on his cock. Nothing was more important to him now. A woman this hot had to be fucked as much and as hard as possible, for as long as the chance presented itself.
Pamela was at her limit, being manhandled like a sex toy. It told her just how much he wanted her, and the feeling of being that attractive was just melting her mind.
“Barb doesn’t have tits like I do, does she?” she half-whispered, her voice tense and strained, as she got slammed down on Mark’s dick over and over, barely holding her mind-blowing climax at bay.
“Nowhere close, you have the best fucking rack in the world!” he told her, feeling that he wouldn’t last no matter what he tried.
“OOouhhhh, shiiit…” she moaned, shivering and trembling already. “Oh God record me baby, please, I want you to record our special moment together!”
It seemed her choice of career was in tune to her personality – she wanted to show off and flaunt what she had, whenever she could.
Mark slammed his hand to the side, causing Pamela to drop down onto him with all her weight. She didn’t waste a single second as she proceeded to lean on for dear life against his rock-hard abs and started sliding back and forth on his cock desperately, the abundant wetness squishing sexily as she did.
He searched crazily for her phone. It was a huge blessing it didn’t lock itself.
Within moments, he began recording, with Pamela’s irresistible body playing slip n’ slide on his dick the center of the frame. He was flexing his member with all his might, making it as hard as possible for her whilst delaying the massive orgasm that he oh-so-much wanted to unload deep inside her.
She looked intently at the camera, with the kind of look that she was experiencing the best thing in her entire life.
“I’m going to cum, Barb, omigawd, I’m gonna cum so hard on your man’s dick!” she expressed herself, as if she couldn’t believe her own luck herself. “Mark, baby! Make your baby cum, please!”
“Fuuuck, ohhh fuuuuck,” Mark moaned, at his wits end. “Pamela, baby, oh God!”
“Aa-aah!” she half-squealed, her pre-orgasmic shivering growing out of control. “Call me sweetheart! Call me things you’d call your wife!”
“Oh, God, honey! Sweetie, baby, my little sugar!” he said to her lovingly.
“Tell me you love meeee-aaaaAAAAHH!” she moaned and squealed as her orgasm finally hit her, forcing her to break off the eye contact with the camera and close her eyes to revel in the pleasure she worked so hard for.
“I LOVE YOU!” he yelled as he erupted inside her, tossing the still-recording phone away and embracing Pamela’s crazily shaking body tightly. “PAMELA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”
“AAAAHHH!” she squealed highly enough to make glass break, her whole subconscious being overwhelmed so much not one cell of her knew what to do, shuddering and convulsing. “MMMMH!”
Her body vibrated and trembled, her pussy flexed all over his throbbing, cum-spewing cock. Copious pussy juice squirted everywhere. And he only held her tighter and more lovingly, wanting to keep her all to himself, not letting her get away.
She was so grateful for it, she wanted to share it all with him. After all he worked oh-so-hard for it.
It felt like hours before their bodies finally couldn’t sustain the tension and began relaxing. They fell onto a messy pile on the bed.
“Fuuuuuck, ohhh, oh fuuck,” Pamela gasped and gasped, struggling to catch breath and form coherent thought. Her insides felt full of hot, potent cum.
Mark just breathed heavily and felt rollercoaster-dizzy, trying not to pass out.
At least several minutes had to pass for them to recover the modicum of sense. And the first thing Pamela said was on par with her character.
“You d…ohh, you don’t fuck, huuh…hahh, Barb like that, do you?” she asked, giggling ever so slightly.
She did feel absolutely giddy.
“No, no way,” he answered her honestly, trying to stabilize his breath by deepening it.
“Good, haha. Only I deserve fucking like that. So you, like, gotta give me way more than you give her, hehe,” she kept talking, rubbing her face against his sweaty chest.
He didn’t answer, but he couldn’t help but smell her hair. She smelled just as she looked – beautifully.
Another couple of minutes passed. Mark’s brain felt in a haze, struggling to process the events that had just transpired.
Pamela reached for her phone and finally ended the recording. Then immediately sent it forward to Barbara, of course.
“So that’s how dating a social media girl is like, huh?” he joked. “Always on her phone?”
She laughed merrily, then brought her lips to his and spent the next minute or so kissing him lovingly. He kissed back the same way.
“Sorry, baby, I wanted Barb to get jelly,” she told him. “She should be, I’m dating her fiancé now. He confirmed it, hehe!”
“I guess we are,” he replied, still barely comprehending what it was that he was saying exactly.
“Mmm, I think I’ll call Barbara, tell her the good news,” Pamela said, immediately doing just that, putting the phone on loudspeaker.
Mark didn’t protest. Didn’t really care, didn’t know if he wanted to.
His fiancée picked up.
“Hey, sis?” Pamela began, sounding oh-so-friendly and nice. “So, like, Mark and I are dating now. I kinda stole him from you, haha. Sorry-not-sorry!”
There was a long moment of silence.
“How could you do this to me, Mark?” Barbara finally asked, sounding devastated.
Mark, still hazy, felt a little bit of anger at her question.
“Have you seen your sister? How the fuck could I not? You should’ve been trying to stop it every step of the way, not fucking sit by and encourage it.”
There was no reply.
“Anyway, it’s going pretty great so far, so not really mad about it. I’m gonna hang up now, though. I don’t want you ruining this for us,” he said, feeling much more wicked than guilty.
Seems Pamela’s personality was already rubbing off on him some.
He grabbed the phone and ended the call, then tossed the phone. When he looked down at his… well, new girlfriend’s smiling face he felt warm and fuzzy inside.
Naughty adoration glinted in her eyes and she smirked smugly.
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An hour or so later, Pamela’s footsteps announced her coming downstairs. They were a bit irregular, as her legs were quite shaky from exhaustion. Especially since she was carrying a few things.
Namely pillows and bed covers made heavier from the copious dampness that had seeped into them. They were a bit heavy, but Pamela was fit enough to handle it, even in the state she was in.
And very well-fucked state it was. She looked like a total mess, hair in a wild haze, makeup all over the place, and skin dirty from dried up sweat and other bodily fluids.
She entered the living room. Her sister was curled up on the couch in darkness. Pamela turned on the light, went straight ahead and dumped what she was carrying right onto Barbara, burying her underneath.
“Alright, here’s the 411 – you take the couch. Can’t go spare bedroom, either. I’m taking the main bed with Mark, obviously,” Pamela began listing off loudly, so that she wouldn’t have to repeat herself.
Barbara didn’t move or give any sort of reaction. Seemingly trying her best to ignore her wicked sister.
Who, in turn, continued her speech unabated, not bothered at all.
“Watch the videos from me, start to finish, at least twice and, heh, be sure to smell these covers, like, a lot. Breathe them in, they’re your champagne of victory, haha!
“Anyway, I’ll be going back up, my bae is waiting for me in the shower. I’m feeling all kinds of butterflies around your fiancé, you know?”
There was a pause as Pamela stared expectantly at the pile of sex-soaked covers and pillows.
“And?” she egged on. “Say ‘enjoy yourself, sis’ or something. Else you-know-what.”
There was a barely audible mutter from underneath the stack. Pamela didn’t understand any of it. It didn’t matter to her none, anyway.
“Thanks, haha. Alright, I’m heading back,” she said and turned around. She then switched the lights off and cheerfully said the last few words. “Remember to like and subscribe!”
After all, it was definitely going to be an exciting, eventful weekend.
Pamela smirked as she walked upstairs, her legs still slightly wobbly, towards the master bedroom’s shower. Thinking a little bit of what awaited her in the next few days.
Maybe she would upload some updates on her weekend-retreat adventures? Share her heartwarming family relations with the world? Consequences of it would definitely be amusing. Not very pleasant for Barbara, sure, but the entertainment factor had to be worth it.
Anyway, that was yet to happen and be decided upon. For now, she could really go for a hot shower.
Especially if a pair of strong hands of a fiancé-material man helping her get clean were to be involved…