Saskia or Sas is my sisters sub slave but she gets PMT and needs monthly cock and lots of it
Saskia’s Monthly cock
“Put your thumb in your cunt,” I ordered, “Have a wank, jeez.”
Saskia seemed to have forgotten her place, She was, nothing, less than nothing, my sister’s sex slave, nothing more. She just seemed to want the nice warm flat, nice food, nice clothes but didn’t want the actual slavery bit. Most crucially she didn’t seem to want her monthly cock.
She always got very moody at this time of the month, Angie, my sister always had rows with Saskia around every twenty eight or twenty nine days. “Time of the month,” I explained and Angie suddenly realised I was right.
So next time I got the job of taking Saskia to my club, It cost an arm and a leg, but Madame had some of the best cock craving sluts around in her little black book, tall. slim to short, flat chested to tits so big they could hardly stand up straight, all with one thing in mind, that being get a cock up themselves or get one pumping spunk. Obviously being paid very well encouraged them to put on a good performance even if they did sometimes pretend they didn’t enjoy it.
All I had to do was arrange with Madame for Saskia to stand in for one of the girls, that way she could get all the cock she needed.
Saskia wasn’t too excited at the thought, but Madame was charming and within half an hour of arriving Saskia was dressed very seductively in a lovely blue corset, fishnet tights and little else.
Madame had me take Saskia onto the small stage, the curtains were drawn, and the plan was on a signal the curtains were drawn aside and the lads could bid for the first chance to fuck her, obviously after a bit her cunt would get a bit sloppy and unless one had a monster cock, which sadly I don’t, the fucks became less satisfactory.
So there were were, waiting and she started shaking, “I’m scared!” she whined.
“Put your thumb in your cunt,” I ordered, “Have a wank, jeez.”
“Yes, yes, that’s good,” she said, “My heart is pounding,”
“Not long now,” I assured her as I squeezed her left tit and someone started counting down from 10.
“Six, Five,” “You’re on, good luck,” I said and I stepped back as the curtains opened,
There was delighted applause, I think the bid was three fifty, two to the house and one fifty for her, Gary Williams won and next thing he was up on stage with his trousers off.
I wondered if I would have to calm things while he rubbered up but he was ahead of the game and already had a back ribbed Durex in place.. She sat on the big arm chair, legs spread wide and he just lunged at her. She must have been glad I had insisted she had a wank as he was absolutely rampant. He would have given a Jack Rabbit a run for his money in the fucking stakes. Jeez his stupid ass humping was enough to turn anyone to drink.
I had a look round to see which girls were in but before I could “Pull” Saskia was finished with Gary and I had to make sure the next bloke was wearing as I had promised Angie I would look after her.
Two more blokes had her then everyone lost interest, well she wasn’t that special, no 38 G tits, just five foot ten, modest tits, ordinary hair, two feet, ten toes, sort of bird you’d never notice if she served you in Wallmart or gave you a quick blow job down Brewer street.
I suggested she take a break, she had a Pepsi Max and Madame suggested she have a nice coffee enema and do some anal or a DP. “Don’t look at me!” I said.
“Don’t be such a wimp!” Madame replied, “Now get naked and give her a helping hand in the shower.”
Next bloody thing I was stark bollock naked in the shower with Saskia trying to get a hose pipe up her ass. Madame found it bloody hilarious, I didn’t, my cock went on strike and flagged down about forty degrees instead of up, but finally the job was done and she was lovely and clean inside and out.
“What’s up Tommy? Brewers droop?” Madame asked as she observed my sad drooping cock.
“No, she’s my sister’s partner,” I said sadly, “Off limits.”
“That is what the cap is for,” Madame said as she pretended to be French. French my arse she’d never been further south than the Isle of Dogs, The french call a rubber the cap do you see?
“Perhaps you will try her now?” Madame suggested. “Or perhaps you could use the special uniform” she said pointing to a ridiculous rubberised matador’s outfit with a giant dildo which let your dick point down so you could dildo the girl and shoot me load straight down instead of up her, really safe if messy. Madam’s idea was that I would fuck her ass while someone else fucked her puss but. well...
It seemed a good idea at the time, so like a total idiot I squeezed into the stupid uniform. It was really bizare. I felt a right prat as we went down to the lounge again with my cock shrivelled and a plastic monster cock leading the way.
Sadly when we got downstairs her ass was too tight to get the cock in, and my dick was too limp for the task so Tony Brady took over and rammed his rather weedy manhood up her while old Alf Biggins from the Chip shop on Arkwright street fucked her puss.
Poor old Saskia, her maskara had run and she looked really really dog rough, so when the lads had finished with her it seemed the right time to put her in the bukkake pit for a bit of a wankathon. It’s great corporate team building, gang of blokes cocks out wanking away over some dog rough tart. Slowly Saskia stopped being a person, my sisters friend, and became a cunt on legs, and a mouth cunt, just something to fuck.
The pit was about three feet deep so her head was at cock height and she turned just as I started to cum. I got her above the right eye and the cum ran down off her forehead and she licked it and looked me in the eye as she did so. Fuck. I knew then I had to have her. No cap no Johnny, fucking bareback. I needed to shoot my load up her. Fuck. It was doing my head in.
I went and had a Red Bull to get some energy back.
Madame told me to rescue Saskia so I went and dragged her out of the Bukkake pit all dripping with stale cum, and took her to get a shower. I slipped my kit off and slid in the shower cubicle with her as you do, to help like, warm water, warm bodies, one minute I was helping her wash cum out of her hair, next she stood on one leg and my bare cock slipped up her slippery cunt like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Of course bloody Madame had to see it and she had a fit. Bareback fucking was number one sin in her establishment and she started shouting but then Saskia and me were kissing mouth to mouth and Madame realised it was too late anyway as I shot my load joyously up Saskia’s cunt.
“I thought you were special,” I said, “Now I realise you’re just a cum crazed slut.”
“You say the sweetest things,” she agreed, “God it felt so good when you came in me, for a moment I wanted your babies.”
“Seriously?” I asked, “You liked it when I spunked in you?” .
”Sure, I guess,” she laughed “Maybe we should do it again and make sure” she replied.
I looked at my limp cock “Not now obviously but.” and she went down on me, held my member lovingly and started sucking like it was an iced lolly.
Fucking nought to sixty in ten seconds, and I was so hard it hurt, and then she stood, stood on tip toe and guided me back up her slippery cunt. “Just fuck, no words.” she whispered.
Our bodies became one, nothing mattered except fucking, heartbeats merged and she milked my cock as I worked up to my release and in a single moment she relaxed and I shot my bolt deeply within her. My cock ached with the effort.
She climbed off me, dried herself, and went back downstairs looking for more cock.
I dried myself and crawled to the bar wearing just my boxers and ordered another red bull. It was no good I was fucking knackered.
Saskia had got herself spit roasted, sucking a cock with a guy fucking her from behind, not anal, but up her puss. She was taunting me. She could hande far more cock than I could provide but they were rubbered up and there was no rush of soothing cum.
I recovered slowly, I wandered down to the cloakroom and retrieved my street clothes. I dressed and sat in the outer lobby area to wait for Saskia.
She finally appeared around 2 am. Dressed for the street. “Ready?” I asked.
“I suppose so,” she agreed, so we left. I drove her home in silence.
“Look, it wasn’t like that,” I blustered, “You wanted her fucked.”
“Not bloody bareback!” Angie challenged, “Not my girlfriend, did he force you?”
Saskia looked me in the eye, “He didn’t have to, I didn’t dare resist.”
“Resist, she stood on tip toe and guided my cock up her,” I protested.
“And you loved it,” Saskia exclaimed.
“Yes it was good, very good, better than good,” I admitted.
“He want’s me to leave you and move in with him.” Saskia lied.
“No, No, I just,” I thought, “Want to fuck you, I don’t want you I want your cunt, I just want to shoot my load in you, I need a fuck slut not a bloody girlfriend.”
“Just as well I’m a Lesbian then,” Saskia laughed and she held Angie’ cheeks and kissed her lips.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“We want a baby, we’ll be in touch if Sas isn’t pregnant already,” Angie laughed.
I saw red, Angie was wearing a sheer nightgown, I tore it off her shoulders, ripped down her panties and dragged my swelling cock from my pants. She fell back and I forced her legs apart and rammed my meat up her unprepared cunt.
“Noooo,” Angie wailed but I was already inside her humping, Forbidden fruit, resisted for twenty years and suddenly we were fucking. Saskia hit me over the head with something, I think it was the clock off the mantlepiece and I passed out. Probably for the best.
I woke with a splitting head ache. They fed me aspirins. My head was bleeding “Sorry” Saskia said quietly, “God that was frightening, next time take it out on me not Angie.”
“My head,” I moaned.
“You’ll live,” Saskia assured me, “You better sleep here tonight, you may have concussion.”
“Yes, here will be fine,” I agreed.
“No not on the couch, in bed with me,” Saskia urged, “We have a baby to make.”