Hi,

This narrative was posted before by the epithet of The Domination Kin, and refused by mistake by the system when I tried to cut it.

I re-posted it with the second part and some cold-shoulder changes.

Hope you enjoy it.

Cheers,

A2O

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sweetness distortion

Part I

-Intro-

When I decided to come spend the weekend at my despised father's beach house, just two calendar week after my divorce, I had absolutely no idea it would end up in pleasure, pain, and last. Yes, death.

Did I deserve revenge on my father, a chance to fix my man and wife for good, and a perfect teenage little girl allowing me to carry out my every twisted desire ?

Probably not, but this is just what I got.

After eight years in a wedlock that started and worked out as a deal, and spending well-nigh of my lifetime focusing on getting and becoming fertile, that's what I got. Out of the blueness, as if it was meant to be. In the most unexpected of room, I have to tell you. Sometimes you just have to study the risk if the dirty money is worth it.

The main while of the puzzle and the reason for all of this was my exquisitely enticing and youth step-sister Carolina, so let's outset with her. My Carol.

-Enter Carol-

I will get you to the crucial character, then later on I will tell why and how it happened.

Cigarette in hand, I turned left at the briny corridor of our reasonably big beach house, the one at the binding of the house, with vast windows facing the ocean. I headed to the bar at the billiard room to get yet another dose of whiskey and, all of a sudden, I bumped into her. The one who at the start of the day was my only practicable fellowship at that menage, the but person that actually felt like phratry to me and that I felt at least a small joy being around, but at nighttime already inhabited all the thoughts in my head.

What was she doing showering after midnight I couldn't image. Nor did I care at the moment. What would go on after the towel she was wrapped in fell to the story was even more unexpected.

She just gasped, alarmed, frozen in blank space. Her slender and perfect figure was completely exposed for me to see : around 5'5"( 1,65m ), beautiful budding breasts crowned by get down brown nipples, her lightly tanned skin glistened at the silvery moonlight that bathed us from the big glassy windowpane. Her long and wavy light Brown haircloth fell over her binding and covered her shoulders. Her habitual impassive, unimpressed, and blasé flavor was gone. Carol's eyes were wide like I had never seen, and she stood right there, immobile.

When I think about it, I couldn't relocation as well. Except from my heart. Time seemed to stop as I delighted in the sight of her, my center all over her organic structure ; from her trembling entire lips, to the beautiful slim down line of pubic hair that topped the delicate hill of her pussy, to her shaking little helping hand, down to her minor princess'feet.

Maybe it was the blasted alcohol that made me go along my aplomb. Maybe it was just the certainty I felt about how I could, if I wanted, own that female child. Maybe it was just a deep intuitive feeling screaming from the bottom of my subconscious telling me that, yes, she was mine and, yes, I could go for it. Another part of me felt like she wanted this. She wanted to be taken by me.

It translated to my deep, hoarse spokesperson sounding as secure as always, and as certain as ever. Even though I whispered not to arouse up our parents."establish me one adept reason not to fight you against that wall and hold you what you deserve ?"

She inhaled deeply. I could feel the awe in her. Carol was terrorized by our father just like I was a lifetime before. Even so, she looked to the white rampart I pointed to, between two windows, then looked back at me,"Would you select aid of me, the way you said before ?"

In short : dominating, owning her to the very essence of her being, doing as I pleased, when it pleased me, but then tending to her wounds, to all of her penury, her heart, her mind, her living. That's what I told her it was domination properly done, not the bullshit housewives fantasized about, nor making part of a society fully of dominion. If this is my earth, those are my rules. As her creation seemed to be as wickedness as mine, she asked me, and I explained. Even though, being so young, I didn't think she would try to put it to exercise so soon.

So that was what it was all about. She wanted out, just like me. I started guessing that deep down, beneath all her intelligence operation, all the effort she did to sustain herself on the footstall my father stranded her onto, she was just as subservient as her mother, or as mine was. Between homeschooling, being treated like a pet by my Fatherhood and witnessing him treating her mother like a whore for so long, she didn't know any unspoilt. We do, mostly, follow on our parents stride. The difference was that we got along, we bonded, and I am better than my father. So she wanted it, I figured.

And yes, I could build it better. My way.

The mix of my own rage against my upbringing, empathy and the sympathy I felt for her made me give her a admonition before it was all irreversible. Only one.

"I can be worse than him,"I said it as a white lie, giving her a last fortune to escape, but getting closer and affectionately laying my rectify helping hand on her left cheek. I was hard as a rock candy already, since I saw her. Now I could only envisage myself pressing her against that wall and fucking her, roughly, mercilessly, but I owed her that. I owed her a way out before I pulled her into something I wanted to do so badly and for so long, something she wouldn't be able-bodied to turn tail easily later on."My needs don't match what you need right now. I will love doing bad things to you…"I said while smelling her neck and feeling her thrill."But, yes, I will subscribe aid of you, if you give yourself to me."I finished while touching her forehead with mine and looking deep into her optic, green on Brown."Your option. No turning back. I'm going to love stealing you from them picayune by minuscule until there is cipher left."

I thought about kissing her irresistible lip, but before I did she looked to the side and walked away from me. carol delicately moved next to the bulwark,"What do you want me to do ?"She asked and then bit her lower lip, nervously. Her physical structure oral communication still had that mix of fineness and elegance I knew her for, her expression though couldn't hide all the apprehension, the fear…

"Put your hands on the bulwark,"I ordered while placing my evacuate scotch looking glass over a picayune table finish by.

Gracefully, she turned on her dog and I heard her breathing deeply while placing her little hands on the wall. Instinctively, she tilted up her rosehip a little, arching her back, her little heart-shaped butt up for me to see, as it was her young short pussy. In that dark and silver lighted corridor I couldn't see her colors, but I could imagine the beautiful tone of red the sparse line of the visible labia had, as carol had such red lips that no lip rouge would ever be needed for them to be noticed, wanted. She looked at me from over her shoulder, from beneath locks of hair. It was the most beautiful matter I had seen in my entire living, right there.

I moved my a good deal bigger and mesomorphic body to her binding and grabbed her by the hair, pulling on it firmly while I unzipped my boxershorts and set myself free. She gasped loudly once, and again when I started rubbing the tip of my intemperate cock up and down her tiny slit. To my surprise, even with all the jumpiness, I could feel her a little wet.

"I need you to know that I'm going to love you like the lilliputian whore you are. I'll make love to you when you deserve it"and I started pushing myself in, pressing her against the wall.

"Aaaaugh !"She groaned in a gamy hawk voice I didn't know she could produce, as her quality was always silk, whispery, beautiful.

"quiet, if they wake up I'll throw you to their substructure and tell them what a slight whore you are, coming to me naked in the middle of the night."I said while I started pushing in and out of her, trying to surmount the initial concentration of her virgin cunt, and she gave me some beautiful muffled groans.

When I felt I was finally getting in, slight by footling breaking her, feeling her lubing me with whatever I was feeling there, her juice or her blood, her groans and her cry became more urgent. Even so, she didn't credit stopping me at all, her shaking little hands still on the paries exactly where I ordered them to be.

I felt good. Amazing, really. I decided to help her in the travail of making this happen, and with one of my hands grabbing her firmly by the waist, I used the early to embrace her mouth just by the time I felt my hawkshaw breaking through the absurdly mean lip of her pussy.

"NNNNNnnnnnnggghhhh ! !"She wailed while feeling the pinch right there, my thick turncock ripping her virginity apart.

"That's it, baby young woman. Now you are mine."

-Dom's Vision-

My gens is Dominic Martinazzi Leighton, known as and on purpose only as Dom Martinazzi. I am a thirty yr old reasonably tall guy, illustrious for my company and the aggressive way I approach stage business, my making love for fast auto, fighting, whiskey, cigarettes and the unwanted attention of common minded women. I never cared a great deal about the reaction of women former than my wife, to be sincere, other than the ones I marked as business targets and whom I was more than prone to make them wet themselves with ill-gotten flavour if that means closing a effective deal. If I did, I'd be upset. It is unbelievable how many simpleton minded woman find attracted to a good looking, yet aggressive, rough guy. That was exactly my case.

As a face billet, Carol is half my age. Do the math.

When I was twenty-four years old my mother died of lung cancer. Apparently, being married to my father made her lovemaking cigarettes and the idea of a short life, and I understand it. She married him at the like age Carolina was now. He took her from her parent's home, a very traditional Italian mob, married her, and did to her whatever suited him best - so, zilch practiced. A cage in bird, as she used to say.

One year after my mother died my dad, 60 by the time, came back from a trip to Brazil married to a framework half his age - maybe I see a approach pattern here - and at the end of her not that successful vocation. The thing is, that model had a daughter from a old relationship called Carolina. Six years ago, he already managed to handle an even immature and adorable version of Carol like diddly-shit, somewhere between a burden and a pet with some dear thaumaturgy to record his protagonist. To my surprise, differently from mine, her mom didn't care. The model wanted my father's money, and my father wanted to keep fucking the stupid manikin, so it was a perfect marriage that didn't have office for a child.

At first I didn't like her at all. Even though I usually hate being around my Padre, I had to keep contact all the fourth dimension. When I was eighteen age old I decided that it was clock time to be by myself, so I started to operate to pay for my sketch and left the home. My father was against it, of grade. As the domineering son of a bitch that he always was, he wanted to keep open shoving money from his world-wide transportation ship's company down my pharynx and ordering me around as I frequented a college close by. What I did was scoring a job in a trade good agent company using the middleman I had with all my father's"friends"behind his back and starting a clientele from there, then starting my own logistics society with investors that trusted me for the job. In no time I had made a very good gens for myself at the toll that I would, eventually, have to be in the same social R-2 as my father. I had to keep appearance, as going publicly against my father would be fearsome for line. It paid off eventually… As it was the only reason I got to know carol.

We would see each other at every result. I don't know what called my care the most, the way my dad treated her, like a prise trained pet used to entertain his crowd and even insensate towards her than he used to be with me, something I didn't expect to be possible, or how different from her female parent she seemed to be.

While her mom was stupid as a Rock and a bulgy tending quester, Carol, when left alone, was always at some table reading books about fantasy tales or poetry, or quietly following her mom all around playing the part of the perfect little daughter. The thing is, when I saw her being attentive and gentle to people, I couldn't see any trace of deception. She was a in effect kid, an self-examining one, apparently very smarting, and one that would cry in secrecy with her fountainhead down after my dad treated her care scum, said some atrocity to her mother or about her, or when her mom did the same.

Sometimes it was eldritch to see such a young little girl feeling so ashamed, so self-conscious and, at the same time, having so much diplomacy, being so soft. In no prison term things were sinking in to her and she developed a kind of blasé personality that, combined with how cunning she was, started calling everybody's attention.

It took me a piece to note how, subtly, she always tried to be next to me. When she was in her betimes teens, already the elegant-although-jaded looking and stunningly beautiful Carol that I know today sat by me and my ex Isabel for the first time and I finally realized that she wasn't, by far, as trash as her mom was. Not to say that she wasn't wish-wash at all, I discovered that the insensate looking battlefront was nothing but that, a front, a masquerade. She engaged lightly in all the conversations we had, and even got to be liked by my ex which was something I didn't expect. Even though Christmas carol and Isabel had many similarities, the difference was that my ex-wife didn't wear a mask.

-Isabel's Way-

When Isabel and I decided that there was no more than advantage in staying espouse, we amicably decided to end it. There was no drama, and there was no tears. Eight years of marriage, and it ended like it started : just business sector, partnership, friendship. We were both in college, and she was four years younger than me, a Portuguese international student. I graduated when she was still in her sec year, when we got married. daughter of the owner of a huge and traditional cargo ships company, the eighteen year old reading of Isabel already knew what she wanted for lifespan : being rich without working, and striking a hand with a hereafter husband which she would confirm, provided that he let her be as free lance as she wanted to be. Her circuit and her dad's help would give me a immense reward on launching my career, and somebody should use all the potential that the influence of her family had since she was n't at all interested in doing so. If we were n't so alike, we would probably be together still. We were both young, attractive - and aggressive -, and even if the sex was conventional for the most of it, we figured out how to please each early without crossing any pedigree. Isabel was, and still is, a very beautiful woman. 5'9"( 1,75m ), slender, a former ballerina, her skin was of a flawless tweed, and her hair always long and absolutely dark. The cherry tree at the top were her argent bluish eyes.

I figured out after some months of spousal relationship that the alone way I could get at least close to the satisfaction of making her turn a loss restraint and somehow torturing her, as there wasn't a I masochistic nervure in her trunk, was through the use of vibrators and alike. After some rounds of sex, mostly at days that we would just drop walking naked around the firm and engaging in all different sorts of sex positions, I would cause her laying down in bed or in some very exposing position and, usually pinning her manus with something - what she would normally try to check in any other time that not the post-sex sloth - use the various toy we had to make her come up non-stop. With metre I started buying different and more potent material, and I would keep her coming for me so many time that I got all sort of outcomes out of her : getting her out of hint, having her literally crying for me to stop, nominate her squirt all over the place ( which made her so embarrassed and I loved it ), and the unforgettable and fatidic day in which she literally passed out. It took me more than twoscore indorsement to work her back, in which I thought I had killed my wife.

That was the day that I knew I really liked her and, as such, I had to let her go. We were not meant for each other, not like that. I would never give her what she wanted, putting me into compliance in any possible way. I would also never be able to take what I wanted from her, and we were so sexually combat-ready that it was unfair to the both of us. As possessive as we were, an open relationship never even came to mind.

We were both autonomous, controlling, egocentric, masochistic… It was a shame it was over, but it was also in effect that it was over. She could line up person that matched what she wanted, man or woman ( I had a feeling it didn't make much difference for her ) to play with and I could find that one to be mine. We settled transferring 40 % of our company to her public figure, as well as our flat downtown and the Mercedes that she loved. The important thing to me was keeping the legal age of ploughshare in the caller, which would still prevent me completely in explosive charge of the business I based my life on and still occupied most of the mentation I had in a day.

What surprised us was the many clock time we already had called each other for no manifest reason other than hearing each other 's voice.

-"Would you take care of me ? ..."-

We were both at the pier this morning. My father wanted us to go with him on his yacht for a ride along the coast. I wasn't in the mood for it but, as always, I felt somewhat obligated to. business concern reasons. Thankfully, Carolina didn't want to go as well, as she said she always got sea unhinged - probably just a ache alibi to spend as piddling time as possible with my father, her cheap mom and all their bulgy, chauvinist friends.

"Bring her,"I heard my father oink back to his bitch while heading for the private dock beside the house.

"Come on, honey."Natalia, Christmas carol's mom, said while fixing the hilariously big beach hat over her head. She wore a light chicken bikini that helped her tan look even more pronounced. She was a gorgeous fair sex, I had to yield her that. A gorgeously beautiful tail, silicone breasts and the Saami combining of really sparse waist and wide of the mark hips I could see in her daughter.

"Mom, please… I'll tactile property sick again. You know that."Carol tried to beg without losing the composure in battlefront of me.

"Take your nerdy toys and comply me, now."She said pointing to Carol's bag, which apparently had a pack of Holy Writ, a kindle and what looked like a sparse laptop computer."There is absolutely no way I am leaving you alone in this house."

Carolina breathed deeply and, struggling, lifted her bag. I saw that as a very good opportunity to ditch them, so I took it.

"Natalia, I can pick out care of her if you want. I'm still hungover from last night, so it is probably best if I stay."She looked at me for a moment not knowing what to say, while Carol looked at me surprised as I'd been ignoring her since I got to the house hold out nighttime. I knew Natalia was worried about my father's reaction, as he is not used to having his orders contradicted, but I insisted."One of the reasons he used to convince me to come was to pass clock time with my family. I never had meter to bear a one on one with my picayune sister, so let me. It is going to be fine."

In fact the son of a cunt called me last minute of arc and insisted for me to make out because we had two business organisation married person vacationing nearby and they asked for me. Then, as some sorting of profligate review of what was happening in his life, so I could guess to be included in his family, he told me he had an eye surgery a month ago, which forced him to use dark glasses at all multiplication, and told me that Carolinas was seeing a shrink and about to start on medication. Apparently, she was feeling heavily depressed and talking about self-annihilation. It hit me as no surprisal at all, as I felt the Lapp in my juvenility while living with him. What stopped me was thinking about my mom. If my mom was Natalia, though ...

Just the mention of the words ‘ little baby'made her face lit up instantly. I knew that was something she would never expect coming from me, and I would, just like Carol, try to do everything in my might to bide the fuck away from them for as long as possible.

"O-Ok. I'll talk to Normand. You two behave, ok ?"She said in an ill-chosen joking smell, took her minor and fancy sea bag, not even disguising the fact that she was happy for not having her girl around.

We watched her walk all the way through the great wooden dock to the racing yacht and disappear from sight before I looked at her."You don't need to reach me company if you don't want to, I was just helping you out. Give me this bag, it looks punishing. Let's go back to the house."

After we got back rest home I went to the pool with a bottle of my favorite whiskey and a plurality of cigaret, sat on a chairperson in the shadowiness and just relaxed for a spell. I didn't care about carol's whereabouts or what she was doing, she was relieve to do whatever she wanted, even if it was setting the home on fire.

Curiously, she appeared at the kitty wearing a white bikini, a reduce red beach wrapper tied around her waist and a fashionable little hat on her head. She looked gorgeous, as always, with her light dark-brown hair moving with the wind and her beautiful sparkle tanned skin fitting so well her perfectly sculptured little body ; skinny overall, rounded and soft looking where it mattered. I think that was one of the reasons Brazilian women were so famous.

She sat at the chair right beside me carrying her kindle.

"Do you take care ?"She asked.

I just gave her a quirky look, she smiled at me, something rare to see.

In two minutes we were talking. Initially, only trivialities. She was surprisingly impudent, as always and after a while I felt enthral to be talking to her, as she looked like she was having a good time as well. I started to imagine what a shame it all was, the biography she had, trapped with those two and only being able-bodied to see her once or twice an year at near and not being able to talk properly to her at all. For all I knew, they didn't let her have any money, she was home-schooled and her only friends were the daughters of the disgusting people those two have around.

Then, in the middle of the conversation, while she played with her fingerbreadth at the screen of the Kindle, it lit up for a second showing her library. It was just for a second, so I couldn't see anything. Either way, she made a point of turning it off as soon as possible.

I grinned maliciously,"Can I check on the account book you are reading ?"I asked.

"Hmm…"She panted, frustrated.

"Come on. Who else you think can talk to you without being judgmental as fuck ?"

She looked at me for some arcsecond, blinking, worried, frustrated. Then she just lit it up and handed it to me."Dom, can I swear you ?"

Her piffling manus trembled.

I took the referee while still looking at her. Could she ? What could it be at that subroutine library that would get her so turnover ? Home made weapon direction ? terrorist act ? A C direction of killing yourself ?

"Yes, you can trust me,"I answered in the most reassure way I could.

She took a deep hint and looked at me apprehensively while I browsed through her Good Book. Emily Bronte's Wuthering stature ... The Mists of Avalon… Harry Potter, cute… The Hunger Games… gloam, ugh… What a loony mix, I thought, but absolutely nothing unnatural or weird… Until I fixed my eyes in one Bible top : fifty Shades of gray. I have to be kidding me.

I saw her tensing up beside me as my mug probably changed. She had all the volumes and, after that, only Koran related to the bailiwick : sex, bdsm, kidnapped missy taken by sexy kidnaper, girl in making love with a evil monster, girlfriend caught by a Maffia boss, a taradiddle of a buckle down daughter subjugated and consequently in passion with her master… All of them looked really fantasized and cheesy, but even so… holy place fuck.

I just looked at her. Christmas carol's face blushed scarlet and her optic were down. I didn't know what to say right away, even though the reasonableness for her to register this form of stuff were absolutely crystallize to me. A convention person maybe would produce fun of her, or scold her. I wasn't a normal person, and I knew the home she came from.

"You don't need to be ashamed,"I said lightly, and she looked at me somewhat relieved, but still very abashed."Do you desire to spill the beans openly about it ? You can, if you want."I gave her her kindle back. The secure she could do was to keep looking at the lecturer's cover, so I continued,"If I tell you something about me, can you respond me something about you ?"

She looked at me, slightly recomposed and looking interested for a second, then nodded.

"I am into this kind of material myself. I mean, not exactly that because what is written there is bullshit,"I laughed.

Her optic opened panoptic,"You ?"Then she furrowed her supercilium,"bull ?"

"My prison term to ask questions,"I said and she sat up on her chairperson as somebody who prepares for a bump."Are you a virgin ?"

carol blushed vermilion, but contained herself, like getting back to the always unimpressed Carol that I knew before. Then, looking me in the eyes, she nodded.

"Ok,"I answered impassively as well. I already suspected that."Your turn."

"Why bullshit ?"

"Things don't come about this way, and especially not the way described in fifty dollar bill Shades of Grey."

"How come ?"

"The main character is not a masochist and she is trying to pee-pee a sadistic guy love her spinal column by pretending to be, changing him. The sex tantrum are a joke, and so on… I don't want to say cocksucker about something you like, I am just telling you that in real life sentence things are really different."

"So you read the record ?"

"Yes, unfortunately, to have this same argument with Isabel."

"Is Isabel into this too ?"She asked wide eyed.

"Not really, variety of… She has a lot of free time…"

"So you two…"

"No…"and then, as to pass water her more well-fixed, I decided to share a little more."In a way, we are both Christian Zane Grey. Got me ?"

"Oh… Oh !"She took one hired man to her lips.

"This is one of the reasonableness we got divorced."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It is what it is. We are still friend anyway."

"That's good. I like her."

"She likes you too. She said she saw a lot of herself in you. I don't know if this is upright intelligence though."I grinned, she laughed.

Then I spent at least twoscore minutes talking openly with her. Christmas carol was feeling more and more comfortable with me, I said things and she listened attentively. I explained to her all I could the way I understand it. Why this kind of fake aggressive sex literature usually attracted hoi polloi who wanted a more active sex life, to fantasise, and that it had enormous core in mass who felt constrained, stuck, close. I told her how, without being actively pursuing this satisfaction, matter escalate to a sure degree of requisite for some form of ‘ safe risk ’. I also told her that self-pity, self-degradation, and the feeling of hatred towards oneself can lead to extreme feelings… And she followed my line of cerebration. She knew I was, for the most of it, talking about her. I told her exactly what a sadistic person felt like, from my own experience, and what a masochistic person usually was, also the wide regalia of things that can lead individual to cause this personality.

"So this is what you are…"She said more to herself than to me.

"I am the staring thing. I don't want to accompany the formula of a community. I just need somebody to throw herself completely to me, to sense rewarded by succumbing to my will, to jubilate in all the pleasure, the bother, the feeling of being completely and ultimately exposed, fragile, exposed. In reward, she wouldn't have to worry about not a unmarried matter in the world, because being mine, I'd take forethought of her, all of her, heart, eubstance, and mind."

I stopped, getting out of my daydream looking at her to clutch her response. She looked at me silently, the entropy sinking in. So I just added,"You will never bonk what you are until you have it. You can surprise yourself… Or not. Whatever it is, don't lose prison term pretending to be something that you're not."

After that I poured more whiskey for me and offered her some."Have you ever ?"

She smiled,"No… Nor should I."

"Just a sip. cum on, let me be your first,"I joked.

She blushed, took the drinking glass from my hired man, sipped lightly and coughed loudly. I laughed out loud as she gave me back the shabu making a face.

"This is horrifying !"

"As most skilful things in life, you have to get used to it. Then it is rewarding. Also as with virtually good matter in life sentence, it is not for everyone,"I said while drinking almost the whole meth in a bingle gulp.

Again, she got the citation. I loved how voguish she was.

Carol then got up,"I think I'll saltation in the pool for a lilliputian bit."Then she ceremoniously unfastened the beach wrap from her waist, letting me see all her beautiful girly bend and slowly walked to the pool. While I admired her little body and thought about all we talked about, still worried if she had noticed how severe I got throughout it, she stopped and looked back. For a moment she just stayed there. I didn't pretend not to be looking at her. For a moment we just looked at each other, until I raised my glass for her and smiled. She smiled back and jumped in the pool.

Soon the racing yacht returned and the house was crowded. Every time we run into each other we would lecture briefly, mainly making sarcastic remark about our visitor, about my dad, or her mom. Sometimes I would pick on her, sometimes she would plunk on me back, which was unexpected, but I liked it.

After dinner I couldn't see her anymore, I didn't see when she went to her elbow room upstairs, nor could I take her out of my head. So I stayed downstairs drinking alone to try and put myself to an alcohol induced sleep later. This is when I made a round on the corridor and there she was, in the dark, wrapped on a towel and nothing else.

-"... The way you said before"-

I felt skilful. Amazing, really. I decided to serve her in the travail of making this happen, and with one of my script grabbing her firmly by the waist, I used the other to cover her sassing at the Saame metre I felt my dick breaking through the absurdly parsimoniousness of her pussy.

"NNNNNnnnnnnggghhhh ! !"She wailed while feeling the tinge right there, my thickheaded cock ripping her virginity apart.

"That's it, baby girl. Now you are mine."

I started moving promptly in and out of her. For a moment it was severely to believe that this was actually happening, but her high pitched though soft moans, and the oh-so-tight feeling around my member were there to tell me yes, this was happening, and it was even better than I imagined.

"Nnnnghh-Nnnnnghhh-HHHmmph-NNNGGGUUHHH ! ! ! !"She started groaning Thomas More and more, sometimes I heard joy, sometimes I heard annoyance. Her unhurt trunk rocked with my jab movements, her chest pressed against the wall. I wanted to pull on her hair, but I feared letting go of her mouth and ruining everything.

My threat of giving her cover to them was completely unfounded. I would never do that. While feeling her soft, warm short trunk pinned by mine, and the way she trembled, the way she showed me everything she was feeling through her moans, moan, cries… Not trying to resist one undivided time, even when I mercilessly pushed myself inside of her… I was absolutely bewitch. Her soused minuscule snatch was getting heater and bedwetter by the time, letting me achieve further. I could feel the head of my tool already reaching the deepest parts of her, something that wouldn't happen with Isabel in this position, but Carol was light, and felt completely different. Every clock time it got deeper and scraped on what I now imagined was her cervix, the little missy would grunt loudly and her little manpower would tremble, as would her everything else.

"NNnnnGH-NNnnnnhhh-GUUUUUUUH ! ! ! !"I started to turn unmistakable that she wouldn't be capable to discontinue herself from really screaming in no meter. She had already closed her little mitt into fists and unconsciously tightened the brawn of her leg, pulling them a short bit closer. I felt her juices running down my hammer, though. And again, she never even mentioned to move away from me, to make me stop, she just endured it. Absolutely no way I could sleep together what exactly she was feeling, apart from the painful sensation of her virginity being stripped away and her young kitty-cat being vandalized as it was being.

To her fate, or mine, I couldn't hold much retentive either. So I just let it go.

I pushed it deep inside of her, she got closer yet to screaming loudly, while I myself grunted, realizing everything inside of her, all of it.

When I moved back and stopped pressing her against the rampart she instantly fell, limp. I picked her and held her against me before she could hit the ground. My peg shook as it did her whole body. Her New York minute was fast, and we were both completely sweaty.

I touched her fount, caressing her cheek while she still moaned softly, and I wiped some of her tears with my manus. When I could finally see her in the eyes, I asked"Do you still want me to take in fear of you ?"

"Yes ..."

Part II

-My Carol-

She still shivered in my munition, her face snuggling my neck. Both of us catching up our breathing place, I had a huge smile on my aspect, something she couldn't see. She had said yes, not thinking twice, powerful after I had ravished her virgin pussy. There were groans, there was hurting, there was pleasance - mostly by my piece, I presume -, there were tears, and, still, there was a yes. It was tough to believe.

I tenderly touched her face and made her look at me.

"I need you to go involve a shower bath, clean yourself. Are you on the pill ?"I ordered and then I asked, with a soft vocalization. meter to take aim care of her, as promised.

"I'm not, but you don't need to occupy for at least three Thomas More days…"She replied looking down, embarrassed."I counted the days."

"So you had it all planned,"I assumed in a mocking tone.

She looked even more embarrassed… Then I felt her tense up in my arms.

"There is something that you are not telling me…"I said, seriously."You are with me now. You could recite me anything before and I would still be by your side, you know that already. Now Sir Thomas More than ever."

carol looked at me, her optic still moist from tears, and she inhaled deeply, as if she was gathering courage to tell me something. I bent slightly and kissed her tenderly on the lips, taking from her what I thought to be her first kiss. She closed her eyes, and let it sink in for a second, then she inhaled deeply and said,"It's your father."

I froze for a second, and in the next everything made horse sense already. I felt a sudden impulse to go upstair and belt down him, but I didn't. I had to realise what was happening. I know she was a virgin, but maybe I had mistaken all of this.

"Were you coming downstairs that way to meet him ?"I asked coldly.

"N-No… No ! He has been approaching me for some time now, and I know what he wants. I know he wants to try something on this tripper. I can palpate it. So…"She said with a choked voice.

"So you decided that I was a expert option,"I concluded for her.

"After our conversation earlier today… Yes,"Carol looked to the side, ashamed."But I wasn't trying to throw myself on you, I promise. It's just… I couldn't sleep, and I wondered if you were downstairs still… I remember you watching me at the pocket billiards, and again at the party. I'm Lester Willis Young, but I know when I man wants me. I told myself that if you tried anything, I would let it go on,"she concluded. She looked so beautifully ashamed, and embarrassed… I loved it.

"I told you that you wouldn't know if you liked it unless you tried…"

"Yes…"

"Did it hurt ? I mean, more than you expected ?"I asked, and then I grabbed her face, my fingers pressing her cheeks firmly and turned her case to me. She couldn't bear looking at me."I want you to expect me in the middle. Obey."

She complied,"Yes."

"Did you like it ? Me hurting you ?"

carol couldn't say it. She just looked at me, her eye wide of the mark. It was meter for her to assume what she was, and even though her wet pussy was solution sufficiency for me, I wanted her to go through this. She had to understand what being a submissive meant. Right now, that meant assuming openly that she enjoyed being abused and hurt by me.

She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. Christmas carol looked so absurdly cute right now, the luminousness Robert Brown hit of her tomentum falling over her eyes, all ashamed and not knowing what to do, miles away from the always composed youthful girl with the everlasting uninterested look I knew from before. Even for a more mature, experienced char, talking about thing openly like this would be a fiddling too very much. For her it was influencing directly on the way she would see sex - and herself - for the rest of her liveliness.

Did I regret pushing her like this ? Never, but I felt an utmost warmness for her right now, her little body still trembling in my arms, where I could palpate her soft, tender tegument, and the way her completely self was shaking. I took her hands and passed her arms around my neck opening, then I reached for her pert, beautiful ass and I lifted her, making her pass her legs around my waistline. She gasped. I put her against the wall again, on her back, and I got my facial expression close to hers, my rim lightly touching hers. Her small tit pressed on my chest, her concentrated nipples grazing on my skin.

"I won't let him do anything to you, I promise, no matter what your answer is,"I told her."But you have to tell me. Now."

carol gasped, then she looked me in the eyes, and said"I can't know… I can't differ what was… Sex and what was pain… But yes, I liked it."She took a deep breathing time and continued, looking down again,"Yes, I'd let you do this to me over and over again if I could."

"So you are a fiddling bawd after all… My little fancy woman,"I said while kissing her again, slowly, guiding her to percentage her lips and let me research her tasty small sass with my tongue.

She didn't know what to do at offset, but surprisingly, even with all the risk of infection of getting caught, I wasn't in a hurry. I took my time, and I let her figure out how kissing a man properly worked. Locked between me and the paries, my arms and mitt all over her fiddling consistence, Carol started feeling more relaxed, even her respiration went back to normal. Soon I was hard again.

"infant, I am going to screw you again,"I whispered in her ear.

She gasped loudly, already feeling the tip of my peter touching her crotch, then she laid her headspring on my articulatio humeri, looking at me, completely at informality."Do I deserve get laid ?"

I smiled."Is that you asking me to be gentle to you ?"

"Dom… No."Her phonation back to her original whispery slick vox."I don't care if it hurts. It's worth it."

"Is it worth it escaping my Padre ?"I adjusted my post so the tip of my rooster was at the entrance of her warm, hurt pussy.

"It is worth it being yours. I believe you when you say you'll take care of me. Can you picture me the difference one day ? Aaaaauughh ! ..."She groaned beautifully when I used her body weight to impale her with my cock again, first the promontory, and then forcing her down, pushing more in."Guuuuuuhh ! Ahhhhhh !"She nestled her side on my neck again, visibly resisting not to ask me to barricade, or to cry and wake up the entire house.

"I will show you how sex without nuisance works, just not today. That is not possible while you are still a virgin. I'll show you everything…"I said starting to impress in and out of her, her unseasoned twat viciously gripping my cock."I will piddle you try every single kind of pleasure imaginable."

I moved her up and down, moved my pelvis to make the drive consistent, hard, rough. Almost my unscathed length moving in and out of her. She held me tight around the neck while groaning beautifully, painfully. Panting, she showed me through her interpreter when it was hurting… And soon I could feel pleasure in her representative. Probably due to the fact that I was trying to avoid going too deep interior of her now, hitting her uterine cervix. I was able to give her what she wanted after all, and I couldn't say that she didn't deserve it. Carol's groans and cries through gritted tooth mixed with moans in her less urgent purring voice. We could hear the sloshing, sucking randomness her snatch produced. In and out, in and out inside my little sister, my little whore, my plaything.

I felt my cock kickoff to pulsate again almost at the same clip her groans started to become more and more urgent and I felt her jump to twitch inside, something new to me. It was like she was spasming already, cumming. Her moans stopped, her external respiration also, she just hugged me with all her intensity level and throw off all over while I kept fucking her mercilessly, deeply, while her puss forcefully stretched again to let me in, all of me. I felt myself cumming and I grunted, jolting once again while hitting unvoiced against her so accessible neck. When I felt the net of it coming I pushed it mysterious, grueling interior of her, non-stop, until I got mysterious than I had been once before.

Carol only trembled, her blazonry and pegleg tensed around me, piddling and indistinguishable moans coming out of her backtalk"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… ”. I pulled my cock out of her slowly and when the big, bellied headway of my cock popped out of her, she gasped. She seemed in shock somehow, sharp, short intimation, closed eyes and no other reaction, even when I touched her aspect and asked her if she was alright. She took a foresighted minute to come back to me, still spasming, convulsing almost, so I decided to take her to my elbow room. Fuck it if somebody saw the cum and blood on the floor or her white towel on the story before I could come back to have care of it.

I laid her sideways in my bed, her nous in my pillow. Her pussy and legs, just like my cock and my own branch were a quite a little, cum, but mostly pedigree, everywhere. I filled my bathtub with squeamish and hot water and went back to get hold of her. She was awake, but wasn't talking to me. Carol looked at me through half open optic, her long and thick lash hiding most of it, her full red rim parted and shaking. I laid her down on top of me in the bathtub and she winced, crying when the water touched her to the highest degree private section, relaxing only after a secure thirty seconds.

I just ran my hands all over her, exploring every ace inch of skin of her awful little physical structure, while I said soothing Logos on her ear, telling how perfect she was, what a good work she had done by not screaming while I fucked her tight trivial pussy for the first off time, and saying how surprised I was to sense her reaching an climax with me. I had never heard of a girl reaching an orgasm by penetration on her inaugural night, especially in a billet like this. Also reassuring tidings, letting her know that I meant everything I said. I was very slaked, and I couldn't ask for more than this, so I just tended to her, caressed her, cleaned her, but she never came back to me completely that night, nor did I want to. Exhausted, Christmas carol fell asleep inside the tub while I caressed her, then laid numbly on my bed when I dried her. I rolled her on one of my teething ring and silently brought her to her bed. I never meant to really arouse her up.

"I hope you don't ruefulness this in the break of the day,"I whispered while kissing her skillful night.

"... Never."She answered in an almost inaudible mumble.

-It's a new day, it's a new life-

It was still two in the morning when I decided to forebode Isabel because one, a little component of me felt like I had betrayed her, even though we got a divorce two weeks ago. Two, I had to say her the plan I made while still deep inside Carol.

I didn't forethought, I just called her. If she didn't pick up, it would be all right. If she said I was softheaded for calling her at this time and hour, it would be fine. If she cursed me for even suggesting what I had in mind, fuck it, I'd try it any way. She could call the police on me for all I cared, it would still be worth trying.

"Hello."Isabel picked up before twice, and she sounded pretty much awake.

"Hey chime. It doesn't sound like I woke you up."

"You didn't. I was absolutely awake… thinking,"she sounded dissimilar somehow, restrained ...

"I have to tell you something,"I said, before she could ask me not to call her again.

"Me too, and I would like to set about, if you let me…"She said, her voice calm and warm in a way I couldn't remember hearing before.

"Ok. Go ahead. But, please, whatever it is, let me tell you what I want later. Deal ?"

"Deal."

And then the birdcall went soundless. I could only get wind her breathing.

"Isabel ? Are you still there ? ``

"Dom, you know how hard it is for me to compromise, to interchange in any way. It is surd for me to suppose that there 's something missing in me… So it was strong to make this decision ..."

She was telling me her reasonableness for the divorcement again, probably trying to explain why I shouldn't margin call her anymore and realise this even harder. I couldn't halt remembering the first time I saw her, that stunningly beautiful Portuguese rally student, how our stake lined up immediately, how free spirited and how focused she was in making the public bow to her will. She was the most beautiful girl I had seen in my full life, the way that her porcelain cutis contrasted her dead black, sleek and long hair, and her argent heart always keen, always smart… After eight years, now, I was losing her for real.

"Bells…"

"Dom, let me polish off please. This is already hard enough as it is,"she said, her demanding tonicity back for a second, yet I had never heard so a lot emotion in her countersign before, not even when we sat to talk about the divorce for the inaugural time."I'll try to be direct… Dom, I want our sprightliness back. I want you back, and if that means letting you do whatever you want to me, you have it. You can turn me inside out for all I know as long as it means being back together,"she finished with a shivering voice.

Fuck.

Isabel told me how alone she felt without me, how she always thought we were together because of the slew alone, and how she felt she was wrong. Thinking straight, it was very hard to trust that two people would be together for eight class based on a deal alone. Also, when that fatidic night happened, when she passed out because I forced her to give birth non-stop orgasms and two weeks later we filed divorce, Isabel admitted to having felt really scared for a foresightful time. Then she admitted to me that she couldn't stop thinking about that night.

I was having trouble believing that that was actually happening, and I still had my plan to secern her. I wanted to go back to her immediately. Just the idea of having Isabel at my clemency, finally, was making me screwball. But I could do even better, for me and for her. Now I had Christmas carol. Now *we* had carol, I just had to convince her both that this could puzzle out, which I was certain I could.

-In the morning-

I woke up and looked at myself in the silver framed body mirror at the room I was at. It felt like I was a different soul today. All of my most naive instinct were awakened finally night, everything I understood as being me was out there for the two woman of my life to see. I looked at the mirror to see the guy that was bringing two of the most beautiful charwoman to deck this major planet to their knees.

What I saw was the Saame thirty-two class old guy, with John Brown hair combed back without a line, cold green eyes, and a trimmed trunk molded by class of fighting practice and

There were six the great unwashed at the wooden table on the porch that morning having breakfast. My forefather and his whore of a wife, Natalia. Carol, who had the most impressive salamander face I had ever seen, as nonentity would ever conceive of that pretty untested young lady elegantly sitting there having French toasts, was being harassed by an old bastard that pretended to be her Fatherhood, had been psychologically abused by her female parent since nascency, and, especially, that she had been brutally ravished last night at the corridor right next to this very same board. Corridor that I went back to houseclean yesterday after talking to Isabel on the telephone for some upright two time of day. Also, there were a couple of my father's supporter with us. They had spent the night here, in one of the Guest way at the first level because they were too drunk to force back two pulley-block down the street.

So I was fucking Carol against the bulwark of their room without knowing it. Apparently they were drunk decent to pass out… Or they are as right as carol in hiding what they know.

My father was already inviting everybody for another trip on his yacht, and I noticed how tense Carol got immediately. So I took the luck to use the visitors to my advantage."Father, I won't be able to accompany you. Isabel is coming here, she arrives in one hour or less. It seems like my man and wife has not ended yet."

My announcement was followed an unison"Oh !"of commendation and fake excitement. I saw Carol's heart widen, staring at me, almost in shock. What didn't help her maintain a strict boldness when I followed with"So I would also ask you to let Carol here to do me ship's company while she arrives. You know my married woman loves all of you, but she has special affectionateness for my sister."

This was true. The death meter they saw each early, Christmas carol wouldn't leave Isabel's English unless her female parent came and demanded that she followed her to go entertain her stupefied guests. Even so, it was all over my sire's face how wary he was. I didn't care, as long as he let her stay. I would insist if he didn't.

But he did. After the invitee, The Thompson, came to congratulate me on fixing my marriage, he wouldn't spoil the mood by contradicting me and forcing her daughter to go on a trip with them in which, they already knew, she would get sick.

They left. I passed quickly by carol on my way to the kitchen and told her to go change to make me company at the pool. As distraught as she looked, she obeyed. I got to the kitchen and called Edgard, or chief of staff, told him that the yacht trip would take at least three hours and that both him and the rest period of the employees were off for the morning. I also told him that I'd be at the pool, not to be disturbed. He understood the seriousness of my whole step, nodded, and disappeared from sight, along with all the other three or four stave members.

carol came back on her white Bikini only, no kindle or beach wrap today. She had a cold looking on her face and sat beside me without looking me in the eyes. It was obvious that she felt betrayed. I calmly sipped on my whiskey, and let her arrest in silence by my side for about five minutes.

"Nothing's changed,"I said, finally looking at her.

"How can you say that ?"She answered, still looking forward, neat brass but tears in her eyes.

"Carol, Isabel knows. She knows it all."

The Brigham Young missy looked at me, her eyes wider than ever, brim parted in surprise.

"I called her yesterday to tell apart her about you, but she wants me back. I told her that the only way for this to happen is to accept you in our lives. semen here."I said tapping on my lap. She breathed deeply, looking reluctant."Come, don't make me ask again."

She got up, took three steps, and sat on my lap. I pulled her closer, made her lay down over my chest and caressed her recollective and wavelike Brown hair.

"I won't let you go, you are mine. You are meant to stay with me."

"B-But how ? You have Isabel !"Her lenient voice sounded lost, betrayed.

"You just have to let Isabel induce you too, and I'll have you both."

She put her hands over my pectus and propped herself up a bit to depend me in the centre,"What ?"She asked with her expression total in incredulity.

"Exactly what you heard. I want you both, and after I told her exactly who you are, she wants you as well. If you follow my statement, you'll be living with us in no fourth dimension and we will all receive what we wished for. We'll give you a wonderful lifetime, anything you ever dreamed about, as long as you belong to us. What do you say ?"I finished while holding her by the waist, my unvoiced on completely noticeable beneath her, and then I kissed her softly on the lips.

With her face still close, or noses touching, she whispered"Yes. If Isabel would have got me."

"She will, there's no way she can dissent you if I couldn't."

It took one hr for Isabel to get there. I took this time to make Carol narrate me anything she knew, whatever she could, about my father and the way she treated her, what she had already done to her and how she was so sure he wanted to bed her. As I told her not to admit anything, so she did. She told me of every single time he"not intentionally"touched her body, her pert and beautiful butt or her piffling and beautiful untested breasts. Carol told me he used to get inside her bedchamber while she changed clothes as soon as she had her offset period, that he would even walk inside her toilet while she showered, pretending he was just giving her social club that couldn't wait her to cease before they were heard, and that he had a monthly story from her woman's doctor, a supporter of his, that would severalize him thoroughly every single detail of the sojourn. It was one other way he found to be sure as shooting she would stick a virgin. Keeping the fille locked inside the firm, being home-schooled, not giving her any money ever and tracking her virtual spirit using company resources weren't decent. All of those were information valuable to me and made me sure of what I had to do.

When Isabel finally got there, there was an undeniable mix of touch. I was curious on how this would go, I couldn't decipher Isabel's reflection, and Carol, even though she visibly tried punishing not to, looked absolutely nervous. Isabel walked to the pool wearing her big and fashionable black sunglasses, a clear sleeveless gray blouse, and a tight and bleak decorator label dyad of gasp. Tall, slender, gorgeous and intimidating as always to other women, Carol stayed where she was, sitting on her white pool chairperson, while I got up and walked to my once-again-wife.

I wrapped her in my munition, her shank as slim down as always, and I kissed her, what she reciprocated immediately."I missed you,"I said.

"I missed you too,"she said back, and looked at carol from over my shoulder,"Hi, Carolina."

"Hi… Isabel,"carol replied not knowing how to react.

Isabel inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, and then she asked,"Can I talk to her for a moment ?"

"What, without me ?"I asked.

"Yes, without you. Do you want this to happen or not ?"She half scolded me, half provoked me.

"Ok. Do as you wish. Just be careful…"

She glared at me,"Don't you trust me ?"

"With my living,"I answered and let her go her way to Christmas carol, while I went back to the house to get the bottle of whiskey. I felt like I would need the intoxicant soon.

Before I left I could see Christmas carol looking at me with her widened, terrified optic, not knowing what to do. I wanted to help her go through this as easily as possible, but there was no other way I could create this go my way if I didn't let Isabel act. Also, I did rely her. If I was right about this, if she really had interest in carol, she would seduce her right away. I just hoped she did.

When I got to the kitchen I filled my glass again and sat for a minute on a president, just reminiscing about the talk we had yesterday. I was already very excited about trying all the crazy affair I always wanted with Carol, and now I had Isabel. The womanhood which I knew and loved every ace inch of her marvelous whitened skin, and that I had for eight years but never allowed me to have with her more than safe sex. She let me have her ass only once, and she hated it. She would end me and complain any clip she would feel any pain in the neck, no affair how slightly. Isabel was about pleasure only. She was antipathetical to anything she considered terrible, gross or beneath her, which looked like she does, coming from an absurdly full-bodied family who treated her like a princess and being so self-confident, having so high-regard about herself, I understand. Then she calls me and differentiate me that it is all in the past, that she would comply with anything I wanted to do to her. She used the word anything. Then the Scripture whenever. If this worked out, I'd be in heaven. My heaven, where my cleaning lady groan in afters hurting and cry in overwhelming pleasure.

I went back after around ten arcminute, and the tidy sum I had got me very hopeful. The girls were in a tight, loving embracement, Carol's face resting on Isabel's beautiful chest.

Isabel waved to me,"Dom, aspect at what I found !"she said playfully, then kissed carol in the lips, which made the girl look very chagrined, but made her smile shyly,"Can we prevent her ?"

I got to my electric chair and sat down. What a beautiful visual modality those two were, absolutely unlike from each former and, yet, as gorgeous. They walked towards me still in each other's arms. Isabel put one helping hand on her hip and asked,"How can we please you right now, my passion ?"

I grinned, sipped on my whiskey, and opened my shorts, my big cock standing proud for them to see."I can mean of something."

Isabel looked at Carol,"Are you up for it ? Can you use this beautiful lips of yours ?"

Blushing heavily, Christmas carol replied,"I never tried…"

"Go on. Dom is a good teacher. I'll take care of you while you learn. skillful military action should be rewarded."

I looked at Isabel not knowing what she was talking about, but laughing, very delight to where this was going.

Carol came to me, swaying her gloriously wide of the mark hips, pushed her hair back, out of the way and hang over my privates, her hands to the English of the hot seat. She looked me in the eyes for a moment, as if asking if she should, to what I obviously nodded yes.

She then lowered her head and kissed the tip of my throbbing cock, to which I moaned. Then she licked it, twice, until she felt Isabel unfastening the English of her two-piece step-in behind her, which made her look back, from over her berm, gasping.

"focussing on what you're doing,"Isabel ordered with her beautiful, but thunderous part, always so confident,"No matter what you feel, don't stop. I want him cumming in your mouth before I make you come."

Fuck. Me.

That was it. It was happening. I knew it.

Carol looked at me again, hilltop arched and up."Swallow it."I ordered. She parted her rim and put all she could inside her hot oral fissure. I moaned again, loudly. With the step-in out of the way, Isabel knelt behind the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl and made Carol moan beautifully on my cock with the very inaugural touch of her tongue on her young kitty-cat."I hope you don't mind if you taste my peter in there, Bells."I said mockingly, sipping my whisky, and letting out an occasional groan while carol tried matter with her tongue.

Isabel looked at me from above Carol's beautiful butt,"You know I like the taste of your dick. And… I have to tell you… She tastes amazing."Then she went back to suck and nibbling on our female child's pussy, making her moan more and more.

I put my hand over Christmas carol's straits and started moving her up and down, slowly, making her bob her top dog to the pace I wanted. She started choking every time my dick went deep inside her mouth, but as the good girl she was, she never stopped. By the time I felt myself coming, Isabel already made Carol groan loudly, unashamed, but trembling all over. She came almost at the same clip I did, convulsing beautifully and fighting for air while I forced her to toast all of my cum. I came hard, even harder than yesterday, forcing my rooster as deep as I could at the end and making her come up choking, gasping, panting.

Soon as had Carol laying on top of me and Isabel sitting right beside me. I could feel carol's taste while we kissed, as passionately as ever.

I couldn't wait to bestow those two home, where we could set forth having even more fun.

I just had to get rid of my begetter .