J. Watson - Gang-raped sisters

"Yes," Tabatha said, "I see what you mean."

"But tonight that changes," Connie said. "Tonight you're going to make a real man out of him. Tonight you're going to take him to heaven. Tonight you're going to be his love slave."

Love Slave. Tabatha said the words over in her mind and found that she was excited. It brought to mind pictures of nubile slave girls dancing to their masters wishes.

She realized, for the first time in her life, that a demanding man was what she really needed.

"Well," Connie said, looking at her watch. "Sissy and I are going out. Now you do a good job. We won't be back to intrude."

Tabatha went with her daughters to the front door. She wanted to ask them what time they'd be back, but she realized that it was a question they wouldn't answer. She no longer had control over them.

"Do a good job," Connie said, kissing her mother on the cheek. "Do a good job and you'll like it too."

Tabatha watched as her two daughters walked to Connie's car. She watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and started toward town. Finally she turned her eyes to the direction her husband would be coming in.

She saw his car almost immediately.

She wondered what he would say or do when he saw her outfit. He had tried to get her to wear the dress before, but she kept refusing. She knew that he would be excited by all her bare flesh. He had always been excited by her body.

He drove his car into the driveway and parked it. He got out looking tired. He worked as an accountant for a construction company and sometimes he'd get out and do manual work. This looked like one of those days.

He brightened up when he saw her dress. His eyes immediately fell to where her creamy white tits were trying to force their way out of her top.

"Jesus, honey!" he said. "You sure look good tonight."

"Do I?"

"You sure do."

He took her in his arms and kissed her. She didn't try to fight as she usually did when he kissed her in public. She let his hard lips mash against her own for as long as he liked.

He pressed his body against hers and she could feel his hardening prick pushing against her cunt-mound.

"Let's go inside," he said.

He looked pleasantly surprised when he came into the kitchen and saw the table.

"I made a little supper for you," Tabatha said.

"I can see that," he murmured. "My favorite. Meat and potatoes."

Tabatha wasn't hungry, but she ate most of her meal. She tried to do her best to anticipate his every desire. When he would reach for something, she would quickly hand it to him. She quickly poured his tea when his glass was empty.

"Well," he said, patting his stomach. "That was really good."

"Come upstairs," she said. "I have another surprise for you."

Tabatha hardly knew what she was saying. She only knew that acting as a slave girl to her husband was exciting her. Besides, she wasn't a liar. She had agreed to Connie's demands that she make this a night for Raymond to remember, and she had every intention of doing just that.

She turned on him as soon as she had him upstairs. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. She loved the surprised expression on his face as she fumbled at his zipper. She had it down in a moment and she reached inside for his prick.

He was still surprised so he wasn't completely hard yet. She put his cock between her lips.

"My God, Tabatha!" he said softly. "What are you doing? You've never done this before!"

His prick was slowly growing stiff. Then it became a pulsating rod in her mouth. He was even more excited than usual, and she could already taste a little of his cum on the tip of his prick.

She sucked him deep into her throat.

"You're going to make me cum!" he warned. "You're going to make me shoot off in your mouth!"

She had never before taken her husband's cum in her mouth, but now she was determined to take it. She was becoming more and more excited. She kept thinking about Danny Bridges and how she had wanted to taste his cum. Now there was nobody around to stop her from tasting her husband's.

"No, baby!" he said, pushing her back. "I'm going to come!"

"Good," she said. "That'll take the edge off."

She took his cock into her mouth once again. This time he couldn't wait. His hard prick exploded great gobs of white jizz into her throat. At first she couldn't swallow quickly enough and the white seed came out the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her dress. But then she got the hang of it and she began swallowing quickly. She drained the last drop from his prick and released him.

"God!" he said. "You've never done that before. That was great, Tabatha. Just great."

"And it's just beginning," she said. "Come on into the bathroom with me and let me clean you. You're all hot and sweaty."

She led him into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and worked the faucets until she had the spray pleasantly warm.

He was starting to take off his shirt when she stopped him.

"No," she said. "Let me do it all."

She undid the buttons of his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then she stripped off his undershirt to bare his chest. She sucked one of his nipples. She moved lower and kissed his flat stomach and tongued his navel.

His limp prick was still hanging outside his trousers, and she was careful not to hurt him when she pulled his trousers off.

"Now step into the shower," she said.

He stepped into the shower and she took the soap. She began, to soap him all over. She was aware that her thin green dress was getting soaked and he could see that she was wearing nothing underneath. She knew that the wet dress was making her look more sexier than if she had nothing on.

She continued soaping him. She soaped his cock and balls and felt him beginning to get rigid again. She was getting turned on as she washed him. There was something about serving him that was turning her on.

She felt a warm heat between her thighs.

Suddenly he was pulling her into the shower with him. She started to protest, but she felt his hands come around and cup her asscheeks. She could feel his hard cock pushing between her thighs.

"Goddamn!" he muttered. "I've always wanted to fuck you in the shower."

She was pushed against the hard walls of the shower and he lifted her a little. He brought her cunt down hard on his cock. His cock went in easily, lubricated by her own juices.

"Goddamn!" he said. "Goddamn, this feels good!"

She began to bounce up and down on his cock. Her nipples were rock-hard and he began to tern them between his fingers. He had taken control. He was fucking her as he never had before. Treating her like the whore that she always wanted to be.

She raised her legs and found herself held strongly in his arms.

"Oh yes, baby!" she moaned. "Fuck me good! Fuck me real good!"

She had already taken the edge off his cock with her mouth so now he was able to fuck her for a long while. She felt her first brutal climax coming. "Oh shit!" she moaned. "Oh shit, fuck me! Your prick feels so good, baby! So Goddamned good!"

She exploded. Her hot juices enveloped his cock and still he kept fucking her. She realized that he was not going to come, that he was going to make her come again. She cried and begged him to come, but he kept driving his hot cock in.

She hadn't thought that it was possible for her to come again, but she felt his strong hands on her titties and he whispered dirty words into her ear. "You whore," he said. "You bitch! You've always liked a prick. You've always had a hot pussy. Your fucking hot pussy needs a prick."

His words and the rhythm of his fucking drove her to the heights again. She felt her ass being rubbed raw against the hard shower wall.

But she didn't care about her ass. She began to thrash wildly as she felt her second climax coming.