Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

"That's right, fuck meat. This is a cock. This is a cock made for you. This is the cock that pumped your pussy a few minutes ago. Isn't it beautiful?" I slid my fingers through her hair, then gripped her arm and jerked her off the table.

She tried to stand but I pulled her lower, wanting her on her knees in front of me. She gasped awkwardly, then settled there as I let her go.

"Back straight, slut. Chest out and back straight. You're a whore. Whore's are on their knees a lot. Whore's are experts at cocksucking. You're going to become an expert Gwen. I'm going to make you an expert whore."

"I… I don't… I don't think I can," she whimpered.

I laughed.

"Give me a break fuck toy every girl sucks cock. And you're not just a girl. You're a whore, a slut, a nympho fuck toy your lips were made for sucking cock."

I mashed her hair up and gripped it tightly, then took my cock and rubbed it over her face, starting with her forehead, then going over her eyes, nose, across her cheeks, then over her lips, leaving a thin trail of pre cum across her face.

"Open your mouth, slut. Open your mouth and suck my cock."

She gasped at the words, staring at my cock. I rubbed it back and forth across her lips, then pushed it into her mouth. She tried to close her mouth at first, then eased off and took my cock inside.

"Suck. Suck it… whore."

She moaned, then softly sucked on my cock-head.

"Suck more of it in… whore."

She sucked in more of my cock, sliding her lips down to the base, letting it fold up inside, licking at it as I slid my hands through her hair again.

"Yeah. Good girl. That's my little slut. Suck on that cock, baby. Suck it good and hard. Then I'll FUCK you again. Do you want that? Would you like me to FUCK you again, slut?"

I felt my cock hardening, felt the blood rushing downwards as I felt my sister's lips and tongue around it. I pulled back, sliding it out of her lips, then rubbed it over her face again before pushing the now semi-hard prick back into her mouth.

It couldn't go in all the way now, and she gagged when I put it in too far. That was all right. You gotta walk before you can run. She'd learn to deep throat eventually for now I fucked slowly into her mouth, letting her suck, telling her where to lick.

I pulled out and pulled her face into my crotch, ordering her to suck on my balls, to lick them. I had her slide her tongue up and down my shaft, then form her lips into a kiss and slowly force my cock through them.

I held her head in my hands then began fucking her face, sliding my cock back and forth through her lips harder and faster. I slowed then and pulled free.

"Want it, slut? Want a cock inside you? Want me to FUCK you?"

She shuddered, her eyes closing, her head falling back.

"Tell me, slut."

"Yes," she whispered.

"What do you want?"

"Michael," she moaned.

"Tell me."

"I… want… you to f… f… fuck me," she gasped.

"Turn around, slut."

She shuffled around on her knees so I was behind her.

"Now I want you to lean forward until your shoulders are pressed against the rug. Stick that round ass of yours up and back at me. Come on, slut meat. Do it. Show me your good side."

She positioned herself as I stood behind her.

"Spread your legs more, slut. That's it. Look at that dripping cunt of yours. It sure looks hungry. It looks like it'd love to have a big thick cock ramming into it. Do you want that, slut?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Beg for it."

"Wha… what?"

"Beg for it."

I dropped to my knees and cupped her pussy, squeezing. I started fingering her clit, rubbing my fingers against it as I stuffed my thumb into her hole.

"Beg for it, slut meat. Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck your hot, buttery little fuck hole."

She moaned and her ass kind of ground back at me.

"Beg, slut."

I slapped her ass, and she cried out.

"Beg, slut."

I slapped her ass again.

"Please," she gasped.

"Please what, slut?" CRACK!

She cried out again, sobbing.

"Do you want it, slut?"

"Yess," she whimpered. "PI… please f… fuck me… Please fuck me, Michael." CRACK!

"P… please fu… fuck me… M… M… Michael," she panted.

"Harder, slut. Beg harder."

I took my fingers out of her and slapped her ass again.

"Please. Oh please," she moaned. "Please, Michael. Please fuck me!"

I rubbed my cock against her slit, then pressed it against her hole and sank it slowly down into her gash.

She groaned long and low as my cock slid in to the hilt, and pushed her ass back at me, sobbing as I slapped her ass and ground my pelvis against her.

"Yeah! Yeah! What a tight little cunt you have!"

CRACK!

"Hot little slut! I can feel your twat sucking on me. I can feel how wet it is, how hungry it is!"

I slid my cock back, fighting the suction of her hungry pussy then thrust into her again, drawing another choked cry of pleasure.

CRACK!

I started pumping, sliding my cock in and out of my kneeling sister, using her cunt, driving it deep into her with each thrust. She moaned and sobbed and gasped for breath, humping back desperately, feverishly. I fucked faster, faster, my hips slapping against her buttocks now, jerking her forward on her shoulders.

I had to grip her flanks to hold her in place as I pounded my meat into her. Her tight cunt flesh rasped over my prick as it pistoned in and out of her.

"Take it! Take that cock, whore! Squeeze your slut cunt down on it! Bitch! Hot assed little whore bitch!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK

I slapped at her ass while I fucked her, and she sobbed louder, jerking and moaning and gasping, as she slammed back to meet each thrust. Then she cried out, cried out loudly, almost a scream. Her pussy sucked and chewed on my prick as she let out a long, drawn out gurgling moan of pleasure, her ass bouncing and jerking back at me as I reached under her and rubbed her clit.

She cried out again, gurgling maniacally, jerking violently as I fingered her clit. Jesus I was gonna blow myself. I clenched my teeth, trying to think of the most unerotic things I could.

Gwen moaned and sagged, going still, and I tore my prick from her and fell back, desperately trying not to come. I almost did, but slowly the heat and pressure dropped, and I let out a deep breath.

"Don't move, slut," I snapped when Gwen started to get up.

She stayed in place obediently I looked around, then went to a drawer and pulled out one of my father's small tape recorders the ones he used for dictation. I started to close the drawer, then saw a big handkerchief. I grabbed that too and went back to her.

I tied the handkerchief over her eyes, ignoring her complaints, then pressed record and set the tape machine down next to her face.

"All right, slut. I'm going to talk, and you are going to repeat every word I say exactly as I say it. Is that clear?"

"Ye… yes," she gulped.

CRACK!

"Yes, Michael!" she cried.

"I am a whore."

She trembled. "I… am a whore," she gasped.

"Louder."

"I am a whore."

"I am a slut."

"I am a slut."

"I am a fuck toy."

"I am a fuck toy."

I grinned and caressed her ass.

"I am made to give pleasure to men." She repeated every word, her ass squirming, obviously getting hot.

"I must always obey Michael."

She hesitated briefly, then repeated it.

"I love Michael. Michael is my God. Michael owns me. Michael owns my body."

She repeated it all, her voice getting emotional… exclited, as I started to rub her clit.

"I love cock!" she gasped. "I love being fucked! I love sucking cocks!"

I pushed her over onto her side, then rolled her onto her back. She gasped and moaned, spreading her legs far apart.