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Dominated By His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-09-28 05:20:17 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Dean woke up to the feeling of his wife's body pressed against his back. The soft satin of her nightie felt spectacular against his skin and when she pressed her lips against the back of his neck and offered a kiss he felt a shiver of pleasure rush down his spine.
"Thank you for last night," she said softly.
Dean smiled. He'd gone down on Anna the night before - thoughts of worshiping his sister-in-law's pussy and ass earlier that day had filled him with an overwhelming desire to try and do the same for his wife - and Anna had let him use his tongue and fingers to make her cum twice, which was a rare treat. "It was my pleasure," he answered.
Anna wrapped her arm around him and pulled Dean a little closer as she said, "You know, most people don't mean that when they say it, but you do, don't you?"
He looked over his shoulder at his beautiful wife and nodded. "I do."
Anna's lips found their way to his and she offered a quick kiss before saying, "Well, thank you. I didn't realize just how much I needed an orgasm until you'd given me one. Well, two, I guess."
"Anytime," he replied as Anna rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
"I'd love to cuddle a little more," she said, "but I need to get ready for work."
Dean nodded. "Of course."
Anna disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the shower as Dean smiled. She hadn't offered him any of the dominant pleasure he'd received from Scarlett, but he'd thoroughly enjoyed going down on his wife the night before, and he had every reason to believe she'd enjoyed it too. Perhaps if he was simply more insistent on being allowed to pleasure her, he'd get to do it more often in the future.
Dean contemplated that possibility as he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. He had coffee to prepare - for his wife, for himself, and for Scarlett. He brewed a pot and pulled Anna's travel mug - she almost always brought her coffee in the car - out of the cabinet before grabbing two mugs.
"Good morning."
Dean turned to see Scarlett leaning against the refrigerator in a pair of satin pajama shorts and a cropped camisole that exposed her belly button. Had he not worshiped her the day before he would have averted his eyes, but their relationship had changed, so he let his gaze linger on his beautiful sister-in-law and her lean, athletic body for a few seconds.
"Is my coffee ready yet?" she asked with a little edge to her voice, like she was frustrated he was staring instead of preparing her coffee like he was supposed to.
"Almost," he said before approaching the refrigerator to pull out the coffee he'd brewed the night before. Scarlett liked her coffee iced, after all, and it was easier to make if it was already cold.
Scarlett stepped aside as Dean glanced at her breasts - her nipples were poking through the soft satin of her camisole - and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the coffee and the cream, set them on the counter, and then filled Scarlett's mug with ice. She stood and watched as he added the cream and sugar and then presented her with the mug.
"Thank you," Scarlett replied with a smile. She took a sip, savored the taste, and then swallowed. "Delicious." His sister-in-law stepped closer and reached up to caress Dean's face in a remarkably soft, tender manner. His knees wobbled for a moment and she smiled. "I heard my sister moaning last night. I take it you made her cum?"
"I did," Dean admitted. "Twice."
Scarlett ran her finger over his lips, smiled, and said, "Did you use the same talented tongue that made me cum yesterday?"
Dean nodded as his heart pounded and his cock came alive in his underwear.
"And did my sister appreciate her husband's eagerness to worship her pussy?" Scarlett asked.
"Yes...she did...she thanked me this morning. She told me she didn't realize how badly she needed an orgasm until I gave her one," he explained.
"And did it feel the same as worshiping me, Dean?" Scarlett asked softly.
He shook his head. Worshiping Scarlett was different. It was much more of a turn on. There was something about her, about her understanding of what Dean really wanted, that made it hotter to worship her pussy.
"Does that mean you still want to worship me?" she asked.
"Yes," Dean answered.
Scarlett smiled. "Would you like to worship me right now?"
"But...Anna...she's in the shower," he replied. His heart was pounding even harder, though, and his dick was half hard with excitement.
"I know," Scarlett said. "Which means she won't know." She rested her thumb against his lower lip and then slowly slipped it into his mouth. A smile crossed her face as Dean surrendered to his desire and wrapped his lips around her finger to suck on it. "We can be quick. You can give me just a little taste of how talented your tongue can be. You can remind me of how good it felt to be worshiped by a man, to see you on your knees while those eyes of yours stare up at me with your tongue in my pussy."
Dean slowly sank to his knees in front of his sister-in-law. He couldn't help himself. It was as if he didn't have a choice in the matter, as if his body had made the choice for him. He looked up at her and her lips curled into a seductive smile as she pulled her thumb from his mouth and sipped her coffee.
"I've always liked you, Dean," Scarlett said. "But I never knew you were this kind of man. I never knew you wanted so badly to be on your knees in front of a strong woman. I never knew this sort of thing made your dick hard."
Scarlett's bare foot slid forward and she rubbed it over the bulge in Dean's underwear. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan, such was the intensity of the pleasure he felt.
"Pull my shorts down," she said softly.
Dean reached up and slowly pulled the delicate, beautiful satin shorts down, revealing the pussy he'd worshiped the day before. Her clit was engorged with desire and her pussy lips opened just a little, as if Scarlett's body was preparing her to be penetrated. It wasn't Dean's cock that would soon fill her, though. That wasn't what either of them wanted.
"Kiss my pussy," Scarlett instructed.
It felt so dangerous - and stupid - to do so, but Dean couldn't resist. He wanted to serve, to worship, and to feel everything he felt in that moment. He wanted to kiss the pussy of a woman that genuinely appreciated his desire to be on his knees in front of her. So Dean leaned forward and kissed Scarlett's pussy. He kissed her clit and her labia. He kissed the area all around her pussy, too, letting his lips linger against her warm flesh with each kiss.
Scarlett reached down and put a hand on his head. Her fingers moved through his hair and she applied gentle pressure, urging Dean to lean in and truly press his face between her legs. "Put your tongue inside me," she said. "Taste me."
Dean pushed his tongue between her pussy lips. Her sweet juices danced on his taste buds and his cock throbbed as her toes once again offered a teasing touch.
"You look good on your knees," Scarlett observed. "You look like you belong on your knees, Dean, and I know my sister doesn't let you fall to your knees in front of her anywhere near often enough. Maybe she will, though. Maybe you can teach her what you need, Dean. Maybe you can convince her to let you worship her pussy like you're worshiping mine right now. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Dean nodded with his tongue still buried deep inside his sister-in-law's pussy. He wasn't sure it was possible - Anna had never seemed to exude that sort of energy - but it was a dream he thoroughly enjoyed entertaining.
"Your cock is awfully hard, Dean," Scarlett said. "Did my sister make you cum last night?"
"No," he answered.
"Did you ask her to make you cum?" she asked.
Dean shook his head and put his tongue inside Scarlett once more.
Scarlett flashed that seductive smile once more and said, "I have a naughty idea. I want you to do something for me. Something that would turn me on. Will you do that, Dean?"
"Yes," he said.
"Pour yourself a cup of coffee," she instructed.
Dean was confused by the instruction, but he didn't hesitate to do as Scarlett desired. He filled his mug with coffee and turned to his sister-in-law, who stepped out of her shorts and sauntered towards him as Dean stared between her legs at the pussy he'd just worshiped.
"Take your cock out," Scarlett said.
"Are you...are you sure?" he asked.
Scarlett set her mug on the counter, leaned in until she was inches away from Dean, and said, "Yes. Don't worry, though. I'm not going to touch your cock. It belongs to my sister. You're going to touch it, though. You're going to masturbate for me."
Dean freed his cock and wrapped his fingers around it as he felt Scarlett's breath against his neck. He wanted his sister-in-law to touch him, and yet he understood why she wasn't going to, why it felt like crossing a perilous boundary.
"Your dick looks so hard," Scarlett observed. "Does that mean you're turned on?"
"Yes," Dean answered. "I'm...Scarlett, you turn me on so much. I don't know why, there's just something about you, something I can't resist."
"Mmm, it's because I give you what you've always wanted," she said. "Something you might not have known you wanted, but something you've always craved, something you need, something my sister won't give you."
Scarlett turned to lean against the counter just like Dean and reached between her legs. She slipped two fingers into her pussy while he watched and rubbed her clit with a third. Her pussy was wet enough that her fingering produced audible, slippery sounds of wetness that Dean found irresistibly sexy.
"I want you to cum, Dean," Scarlett said. "But, only if you'll cum exactly where I want you to."
"Okay," Dean replied, though he was confused. Why did it matter where he came?
Scarlett grabbed his coffee mug and said, "I want you to cum in your coffee. I want you to drink it. I want to spend my morning thinking about the fact that you're drinking cum-flavored coffee for me. Will you do that for me, Dean? Will you ruin your coffee and drink every drop of it for me? Will you make my pussy wet by doing exactly what I want?"
Dean took the mug from her. He'd never consumed a drop of his cum and he was certain it would be terrible in his coffee, but he didn't care. He was too far gone down a very particular road of arousal and he desperately wanted to make Scarlett happy. "Yes, I will."
She slipped her fingers back into her pussy, pushed them deep, and masturbated as Dean did the same. His balls tightened and pleasure slowly spread through his loins as he neared his climax. Scarlett pulled her delicate fingers from her pussy and slipped them into Dean's mouth.
"Taste me while you cum," she said. "Taste my sweet pussy while you cum in your coffee."
Dean moaned around her fingers as he climaxed. Thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip of his cock and landed in his coffee. They floated to the top and slowly disintegrated as the heat of the dark liquid broke them down. He didn't usually shoot such big loads, but it seemed that an excess of arousal had caused quite the voluminous orgasm on that particular morning.
"How beautiful," Scarlett said as she looked down into the coffee. "Taste it for me."
Dean lifted the mug and stared at the small ropes of cum that rested in it. Any interest he'd had in drinking it had disappeared the moment he'd climaxed, but he still felt a desire to make Scarlett happy, so he took a small sip.
He nearly spit it out. The taste was overwhelmingly awful, to the point that Dean's body reacted ahead of his brain and he had to force his lips to stay closed so he wouldn't make a mess all over the kitchen floor.
"It must be awful," Scarlett said with a sweet smile on her face. "Swallow it for me."
The command - which was essentially an order to swallow cum - proved rather arousing despite Dean's recent climax and he swallowed. It was nearly as bad going down as it had been resting on his tongue, though. "That was disgusting. I don't...I'm not sure I can drink the whole cup, Scarlett."
"I'd hate to think you were the sort of man that would disappoint a woman after he had the orgasm he craved," Scarlett said. "So many men are like that, Dean, and it would be a shame if you were one of them."
Dean lifted the mug to his lips once more and took a sip. The taste was revolting - worse than the first sip - and this time he spit it back into the mug. "I...I'm sorry...it's just so awful."
Scarlett smiled so sweetly as she reached up and took the mug from him. "I think I can help," she said. "After all, I don't want you to be miserable."
Dean figured she was going to add a little cream or sugar to try and counter the awful taste of coffee spiked with cum, but Scarlett had different ideas. She spread her legs, held the mug beneath her pussy, and pissed in his coffee.
"There you go," Scarlett said after adding what must have been the equivalent of two tablespoons of urine to Dean's coffee. "Take a sip. See how that tastes."
Dean took the mug from his sister-in-law and saw the delighted, lusty look on her face. It seemed clear that she'd just revealed a greater depth to what were already decidedly kinky desires, and Dean couldn't decide if he found that apparent depth exciting or frightening.
"I don't know why," Scarlett said as he hesitated to drink the coffee she'd just spiked with her piss, "but the idea of you sitting in your office, working hard, and sipping terrible coffee flavored with your cum and my piss turns me on. And I'm not talking about a mild kind of arousal, Dean. I'm talking about the kind of desire that drives a woman wild, that makes her desperate for an orgasm. I'm talking about the kind of desire that's going to ensure that you get to spend a great deal of time worshiping my pussy today while my sister is at work."
Dean wanted that. Even after diminishing his desire with an orgasm, he wanted that.
"But, if you're not willing to suffer through the discomfort of drinking that nasty coffee, then all that desire will go away. I won't want you between my legs. I won't want your tongue in my pussy. I won't have any interest in letting you worship me because you'll have proved that you only really care about your pleasure," Scarlett said.
Dean took a deep breath and sipped the coffee. The taste had gotten far worse - piss was revolting - but he swallowed. It burned going down and the mug was still filled to the brim, but he was going to finish it. He was going to sit at his desk and sip coffee flavored with his cum and his sister-in-law's piss and he was going to do so because her pleasure mattered more than his.
"I'll drink every drop of it," Dean said. "I'm sorry I hesitated."
"That's okay," Scarlett replied. "It can be scary to try new things. I was a little nervous before I pissed in your coffee, to be honest, because I wasn't sure you'd actually drink it, and it would have been so disappointing to stop playing with you."
Dean couldn't help but feel a little bit giddy. Scarlett wanted to play with him. She wanted to be worshiped by him. She wanted to have fun for the rest of her vacation. He just had to make sure he did as she desired.
"We'll have more fun later today," she said. "Right now, though, you should make Anna's coffee. The more helpful you are, the less stress she'll feel, and the less stress she feels the more likely she'll be to let you between her legs to worship her."
Scarlett pushed away from the counter, plucked her pajama shorts from the floor, and headed out of the kitchen as Dean set his coffee mug on the counter, put his cock away, and set about making Anna's coffee. If there was anything he could do to make his wife more likely to welcome his desire to worship her, he was going to do it.
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Stefan
That’s a perfect morning!!!
