Ravage Me

Ravage Me

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Robina wants one thing and one thing only... her sister's boyfriend.

Summary

Robina wants one thing and one thing only... her sister's boyfriend.

Content

Submitted: May 07, 2018

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Content

Submitted: May 06, 2018

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Ravage Me

 

“Fuck me,” I demand from my favorite leather chair in the living room of the house rented with my sister, Bobbie.  We like living in a quiet little suburban neighborhood for a change. 

The buff man I speak to walks through the front door with the key Bobbie gives him.  He doesn’t acknowledge hearing what I state with a response or glance at me.  Tossing my curled auburn hair, I’m unperturbed by his behavior.  Some men need more coaxing than others.  If I want a man, I have him.  He’ll learn that soon enough.

“Come do me right now,” I instruct the sexy visitor in a plain white t-shirt that stretches across a rugged chest.  I’ve dreamed of running my fingers over it so many times today.  I lick my pink lips.  The problem is he’s not mine.  No worries.  I’ve always loved a challenge.  “I know you cannot be afraid of little ole me.”

“I don’t think so, Ro,” Foster finally says with the shake of his dark curly head.  He settles his shopping bag on the kitchen counter.  “Your sister goes to the dry cleaners and picks up carry-out for us tonight from Mandarin just down the road.”  He glances at his watch.  “She’ll be here any minute.”

I pout at his rebuff already well aware of my sister’s schedule and not caring.  “A big, muscle-bound dude like you cannot be scared of my tiny sister.”

Breaking up with my boyfriend a month ago, I'm horny and hunger for the right kind of attention.  It's the only reason I wear the sexiest dress from my closet tonight.  One way or the other I will have somebody's merrymaker filling me with scream-worthy pleasure.  If not here in my own home, then at the crib of some random guy from the club. 

Foster chuckles.  “Like hell I can’t.” 

He takes out six bottles of Blue Moon and two bottles of wine from the sack.  The beer and one of the wine bottles go in the refrigerator.  He uncorks the remaining bottle of Riesling knowing it’s Bobbie’s favorite and mine, especially with Chinese food next to Gewurztraminer.  He removes three white wine glasses from the cabinet above him.

With the crossing of my legs in such a short dress when he approaches me with a glass of wine, I remind him, “It’s not like we haven’t fucked before.” 

Foster and Bobbie have been dating eight months now.  A record for my sister who has the habit of getting bored with the same old dick before she finds another.  Maybe that’s why she let me get in on the action with her boyfriend two weeks ago as we watch the latest Fifty Shades of Grey movie together on the couch.  The book it's based on wasn’t that great but at least had some moments of amusement and arousal.  The film though left me feeling neither.  Just bored as hell.  Thirty minutes of fighting my eyelids, I'm yawning, ready for a nap. 

I know the vibe from sis and her boyfriend is the same.  That all changes as I steal glimpses of Bobbie freeing her man’s junk through the zipper of his jeans right beside me.  Not really hard yet, Foster's cock exhibits some thickness to it that’s very promising.  Bobbie's guy stares straight at me moaning as she makes him grow to my astonishment. 

My sister and I are close in age (her older by three years) but aren’t that close.  We share a lot, too, clothes, shoes but not boyfriends.  Ever… until that boring night, everything flips for the better.  Bobbie and I often talk about sex and what we like or have tried with a guy.  While growing up, we were never shy around each other.  Now that we’re adults and graduated college, my sister and I still reside together.  We love living together and don’t envision stopping any time soon.

Okay, so back to that night on the couch where I think for sure I’m dreaming.  Before I know it, I’m not just watching a live porno starring my big sister and her hot boyfriend.  Nope.  I’m participating!  Can you imagine?!  Up close and personal like in the exchange of bodily fluids close! 

Bobbie pulls me into her amorous actions of seducing Foster, which he does not protest.  Instead, he leans back into the couch getting more comfortable with his hands cradling the back of his head watching us work on his outstanding pole.  If anything, I think he gets even harder if that’s possible and dribbles clear liquid from the tip of his helmet that my sister licks up without shame.  She loves giving head and receiving a man’s cum as the reward.  It’s by far her favorite activity.

Meanwhile, Bobbie lets Foster kiss my lips until I kiss him back.  He gropes my breasts a little bigger than my sister's and toys with the hard nipples with his mouth as well.  I grab his chest dusted with dark hairs and pinch his nipples.  Foster likes that as he squirms a little.  He pays me back by drilling my pussy repeatedly with his fat egg roll until he’s ready to cum while eating my sister’s muff.  Her second favorite activity as she rides his face like I do my purple passion Sybian. 

Perhaps it’s being watched climax that makes the sex so heart-pounding for me that I come harder than I have before.  My dreams since then carry with them a lot more context as I regularly screw my sister’s sexy boyfriend in them while playing with my sex toy at maximum rotation and vibration.  I come more times than I ever do while having sex alone or with my boyfriends in the past. 

Foster’s massive love pump filling my punani has a lot to do with it.  There is so much of it I wonder if I ever get it all in.  Bobbie and I both sweat like squealing pigs before Foster comes jetting globs of white cum on my boobies I push together, and in her mouth which she swallows down like the best custard in the world. 

A smirk lingers on Foster’s inverted-triangular face lined with dark hairs that match the ones hidden under his shirt.  I’m sure he knows what I daydream of right now as I fix on the bulge forming in his jeans.  I want to bite it and taste it the way my sister does. 

“No, Ro.” 

Yeah, that’s what your full mouth says, buddy, but not your body. 

Bobbie never speaks of us sharing Foster in some blazing sex although I try to bring it up every chance I get.  My sister never offers me Foster’s addictive cock again for dessert if we were having dinner together.  Not that I stop asking her or Foster after any chance of a repeat of my multiple orgasms.  Neither of them seems interested in my needs and pretend like it never happened.

Well, fuck that! I cannot be so casual or ignorant to the fieriest sex of my life.  When I hear them fucking in the next room in the time between then and now, all I want to do is join in!  You better believe that I’ve tried.  Both always remember to lock the damn bedroom door. 

“Turn your mind off, Foster, and free that monster trapped in there.  I’m sure he’s dying to get out and explore a tight punani wet and ready.  Make me your semen locker,” I say in my most alluring voice. 

When Foster brings me my wine, I stand to take it but unzip my mock-wrap dress.  The crimson material flutters to my heeled feet.  I sit back down with the offered glass of wine.  “Thank you.”

I sip the cool sweetness while soaking in the shocked reaction of the hottie standing in front of me.  His blue eyes regard me wearing the skimpiest black bra and thong set I own along with matching garter holding up my black lace-top stockings.  Taking advantage of Foster’s undivided attention, I spread my legs.  I dip my two fingers into my wine and then slip them into my panties. 

“I’m not too proud to ask for what I want,” I say as I rub circles over my clit and moan at the coolness and heat meeting.  I bite my lip and then sip more wine.  “I would prefer your hands doing this for me.  Oh, well.  A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

Foster swallows as he watches my fingers circle my bud.  They venture lower and disappear inside me with my gasp before I continue to rub circles on my clit.  “Robina,” he sighs as if in pain and touches his crotch.  “Shit, girl, what the holy fuck?!”

“Just warming up,” I say as I remove my fingers from their play inside me.  When I offer the same to him, he doesn’t move.  I shrug and suck them in my own mouth.  “Mmm…”  I smack a few times at the sweet and tang of the mingled flavors.  “You sure you don’t want to have some of this?”

Foster fails to answer me, but I am not bothered by how he declines my offer with silence.  He edges closer to me though.  Sweat forms along his brow.  His tongue whether he realizes it or not appears out of the corner of his mouth.  His fingers curl and uncurl as his breathing labors making him look larger than life. 

So close to being mine…

During this observation, my fingers that visited my clit and pussy swirl about my glass of wine without hurry.  Foster’s eyes follow their movement as if he’s morphed into a dog staring at a treat he wants.  I open my legs wider to get more comfortable.  One bended knee lifts over the arm of the chair.  Foster drags a sudden intake of breath.

My fingers leave the glass and return inside my panties.  I rub my stimulated clit that swells free of where it hides.  Throwing my head back, I rock to meet my plunging fingers.  They move faster now.  I hear the wine sloshing out of the glass.  I don’t care about it.  Only on getting off while my sister’s boyfriend watches because what I love more than sex is being viewed while having it.

Everything falls away to the tightness seizing my warm flesh inside and below my abdomen.  Something else within me has awoken even as the first hints of my orgasm strikes my clit. 

“Fuck!”  I shake violently like a milkshake machine taxed with too much ice cream. 

My eyes link up with my audience, and Foster breathes as heavily as I do.  His hand delivers full strokes to his freed cock that match my fingers shoving in and out of me.  “Let me help you,” I purr as I drop the wine which spills on the carpet when the glass stem breaks.  I pull the crotch of my panties aside so that he can see how glistening wet I am for his cock.  “I’m ready when you are.”

In two strides, he pounces on me in the chair.  My leg wraps around his waist, and his cock shoves in my waiting hole.  “Fuck!  Oh, you’re so deep!”

"You want this dick... now you got it!" he growls in his newest plummet.

My head lulls back as my nails grip the arms of the chair.  The power Foster delivers from his strong body as he plows into me using the chair as his leverage is awing.  He struggles to pack that thick sausage in every inch.  My walls quiver in no time letting me know that there is nothing sweet about what goes down.  Raw gratification is the driver as I try to slow him down.  There’s no hindering him.  I take the battering punishment of his ramrod relishing the tingling in my pointing toes.  I cry my appreciation with his answering grunts.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m coming!” he shouts plowing me harder and faster than ever. 

“Yes!  Fucking let me have it!” I growl wanting to get off again before it all ends.

Warm jets fill me as he jerks on top of me, and his eyes meet mine for only a moment.  His head seems to lower to me as he fucks me hard but slow while I squeeze the last bit of cum from his cock.  I am mistaken in the kiss I think I will get when Foster's head is snatched back by a tiny fist in his hair.  My sister stands over us in her suit from work!  Oh, shit!  When did she get home?!

There's something in her brown eyes I have never seen before, and I'm scared of what it means.  Foster sees it also because his eyes go wide.  He trembles either with the last of his orgasm or fright.  I'm betting on the latter.

“There are consequences for taking without my permission,” she utters through the clench of her teeth at his ear.

Bobbie snaps a spiked leather collar around her boyfriend’s neck after she roughly releases his head.  Foster allows this even as she yanks on the chain attached to it.  “On your knees, you cur!” she barks and strikes his bare back with a flogger in her other hand. 

He yelps, “T-thank you, Mistress.”

Wait... did he just say thank you?  Mistress?  What the fuck?

Foster doesn’t get mad like I think he might.  Fear stands out in his blue eyes, yet so does a lust greater than any he’s focused toward me so far.  His eyes tell me that he yearns this abuse from her.  Puzzlement swarms my brain at what this all could mean.  I’ve missed something somewhere. 

With a seductive authority, she declares, “You want to act like a doggie in heat then you’ll remain my pet until I see fit to release you from the punishment you justly deserve.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.  Thank y-you, Muh-mistress,” Foster stammers as he remains on all fours.  His cock still flops around, not flaccid, but not hard enough to fuck.

I am too caught up in the last of my orgasm and this scene playing out before me to move from where I sit catching my breath.  If this was what my sister was into, I could see why none of her relationships lasted long.  Picking up my dress, I put it back on. 

Bobbie smiles at me mysteriously.  She offers a nod and wink like I am in on some secret, which I have no clue.  I feel wary of her after I see how she reduces this big guy to an obedient lap dog.

“I think, um, I’ll head out now.  Don't wait up,” I say as I make my way awkwardly to the door giving Bobbie and her pet a wide berth.  Neither of them shows any interest in me. 

“Remove all your clothes, doggie,” she commands.

I watch Foster do as she says.  My hand is on the front door, and he’s hard again.  Bobbie slaps his hard-on with her hand which sends his meat bobbing.  He whimpers with his flinch but does not try to stop her. 

Her pretty mouth shows her annoyance.  “Did I say get hard or remain standing?”

“N-no, Mistress.”  He scrambles back down on his hands and knees.  He stares down at her glossy black stilettoes.

Punishment comes swiftly with the whistle of the flogger in her hand that strikes his ass so hard I could see the blood rising red in its shape.  She does not stop at one strike, but there seems to be some variance of speed by how the whistling sounds against each cheek. 

“Insolent cur!" Bobbie snaps with displeasure at the redness of his ass quivering once she stops.  "Now bring me my wine and food.” 

Her pet brings her a glass of wine and a small box of Chinese food with chopsticks after washing his hands.  Bobbie sits on the couch and turns on the TV.  Yanking the chain on the collar, she orders, "Heel."

Foster sits at Bobbie's feet on the floor with a wince.  Nothing is said by him in retort to how she treats him.  He merely bows his head awaiting the next command. 

I get the hell out of there with my purse and keys in hand.  Slipping out of the house startled by the events that have just unfolded, I lock the door.  This has to be the strangest night of my life!  It’s even more bizarre than the threesome.  Knowing that my sister's a badass dom though, I’ll think twice about having sex with her boyfriend again, monster dong or not!

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