MEGAN'S
SECRET |
by
Cactus Juggler (c) 10/6/2004 |
I found it the week after my sister Megan
came to visit me in Madison, Wisconsin, where I
was attending college. Megan was two years younger
than my twenty-one, and she was going to school
back in our home town of Minneapolis. She'd come
to Madison the week before spring break to hang
out and party with my friends for the weekend.
We were different as sisters could be.
I was outgoing and Megan was about as shy as a girl
could be. Even though we didn't always get along
too well--but then, what sisters do? Still, I loved
having her in town and being around her again. Since
I'd gone off to college I'd only seen her during
the breaks in school.
She'd asked to use my computer a few times
while she was in town, and the Tuesday after she'd
left I found the strange address on my computer.
I was using my web browser when I pulled down that
little bar that shows the sites you've recently
been to. In it, there was a strange entry: www.lezfacefucker.com.
It must have been something Megan had looked at
when she was using my computer, I thought to myself.
Curious, I clicked on it and found myself shocked
by the page the loaded.
It was a stylish black page with an airbrush
softened picture of a curvaceous naked woman, shot
or modified so that her face was obscured by darkness.
The naked woman wasn't the startling part of the
page though; it was the title above her that got
me:
'Aggressive Lesbian Face-Fucker'
The block of text below her only aroused
my curiosity even more:
'Hello, you must be looking at this page
because you've seen one of my ads and were interested.
Which means you're probably just the sort of little
lesbian fuck-face I'm looking for. That's my beautiful
teenage body you see in the picture above.
As my ad says, I'm a beautiful mostly-straight
teen. Let me explain, I'm a straight girl--I've
never sucked a tit or licked a twat in my life.
But I do have one little girl-related fantasy. It
really gets my rocks off to grind my pussy in the
face of a submissive lesbian slut until I practically
drown her in my girl-juice.
What will you get if I select you to have
my fun with? My hot, wet (I'm one of those rare
girls who gets *really* wet when I cum), juicy pussy
rubbed all over your face. You'll get a smothering
violent face-fucking from a beautiful teenage goddess.
You will be verbally abused, laughed at, and generally
humiliated as I see fit.
What will you get in return (other than
a sore tongue)? Absolutely nothing. I won't touch
you, kiss you, or show you any attention other than
using you for my pleasure. You will be used like
an object and then tossed out like the trash you
are. There is absolutely nothing for you in return
except the pleasure you'll receive from submitting
to a beautiful dominant girl.
If you think you are up to the task of
submitting to me and fulfilling my favorite fantasy,
and you live in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area, or
are willing to travel here at your expense, e-mail
me for more information at facefucker@lezfacefucker.com.'
The page really got to me for two reasons.
First, because I couldn't believe that Megan could
be interested in the obscene perversion described
on the page. Straight-laced Megan? It seemed so
far-fetched it couldn't be possible.
The second reason I couldn't stop re-reading
the page was . . . well, this is pretty embarrassing--it
really turned me on. There are two things that nobody,
not my sister, not my friends, not my roommate,
I mean *nobody* knew about me. The first, that in
my hottest fantasies I'm always submissive. And
the second, that the person dominating me is always
a hot woman. Don't get me wrong, it was just a fantasy
that I had. The only lesbian experimentation I'd
ever had was when I kissed a girl one night when
I was drunk.
From the looks of the page, I wasn't the
only girl in our family who had a desire to be dominated
by a hot female. I couldn't believe it, but it looked
like my own sister was letting some woman *use*
her. It did sort of make a little sense. Shy, demure,
little Rachel being a submissive wasn't beyond reason.
A half hour of searching the Internet
turned up the woman's ads on a variety of BDSM-related
personals sites. All of the ads followed the same
form:
'Minneapolis-St.Paul area/female/19 Dominant
teen beauty seeks submissive lesbian sluts to face-fuck.
I'm a dominant hetero girl who likes to occasionally
let lesbians eat me. I will ride you hard if you're
up to the task of letting me use you for my pleasure.
For more information, and a picture of my beautiful
body, visit www.lezfacefucker.com.'
At first I wanted to call her and tell
her she was busted. I decided to wait until I'd
see her in person though. I couldn't help being
interested in the mystery woman's page and personal
ads. I would be visiting home the next weekend,
where I'd see Megan, so I decided to wait until
then to talk to her about it.
* * * * * * * * * *
I was finally alone with Megan the next
Friday night. I'd just gotten back to our family
home in the twin cities a few hours before. It was
after dinner, we were in my sister's room.
"Megan, I found something on my computer
after you left last weekend. Somebody visited a
strange website." I said, and she looked suddenly
like someone had goosed her.
"Oh, what site?" She asked,
trying to play it off.
"Something called aggressive lesbian
. . . face-fucker. Can you tell me why you were
looking at that?" I asked her.
"I-I wasn't." She sputtered,
her face turning pink with flush as she said it.
"I know it was you Megan."
"You think I . . . you can't think
I'd do *that* Rachel."
Even though she was denying it, her red
face and down-turned eyes told me I was right. I
actually felt guilty then, seeing how embarrassed
she was, considering that I had similar fantasies.
"It's okay Megan--I'm not judging
you. We all have fantasies. I have some fantasies
that aren't all that different. You're braver than
I am though; I could never actually go through with
something like that. To let that girl do . . . *that*.
I'd be too scared." I admitted to her, and
then I my face got hot with the pink signs of shame.
Suddenly Megan was able to meet my eyes
again, and now I had to look away. She looked at
me oddly then for a long silent moment, an uncomfortable
moment, before she spoke.
"You have . . . similar fantasies?"
She asked.
"Well, you can't ever tell anyone
this, I've always had fantasies of being dominated
by a woman. But I've never done anything, they're
just fantasies." I rushed to explain.
Again, there was a long pause as Megan
stopped to consider me with a strange look in her
eyes. There was a wicked twinkle in them then.
"I'm glad you understand, Rachel.
I'd hate to think you'd tell anyone about my . .
. little secret." She told me.
"Your secret is safe with me. But,
would you mind . . . telling me about it?"
I asked her, my curiosity killing me.
Again she paused, thinking before she
answered me.
"All right, but you can't tell anyone
about this. What do you want to know?"
"Everything! How did you get started?"
"I-I had some submissive fantasies,
fantasies about women. And then I found her advertisement.
I was too frightened to try it at first, but I kept
reading it every week until I couldn't stand it
anymore. I e-mailed her and after I proved I was
for real she set up an appointment."
"Where?"
"She has a special house where you
go. It's in St. Paul."
"And you actually let her . . . do
that?"
"Yes, and I loved it."
"It doesn't sound like that much
fun, if it's like she says in her ad."
"It's incredible, the first time
I went I was more turned on than I've ever been
in my life. I've been with women, this wasn't like
that. She's so beautiful, and it was like she didn't
care about me at all. She just . . . *used* me.
She called me names, and she rode me, and it was
wonderful. I know it's kinky, but it just turns
me on so much." Megan told me, bowing her head
again as she admitted it.
"Wow."
"If you have fantasies about dominant
women, you should try it." She suggested to
me.
"Me? I don't think so, Megan. I couldn't
do that." I told her.
"Why not, it's perfectly safe. I've
visited her more than a dozen times, and I've always
been fine. Besides, your first time you don't even
have to give her a gift." She told me.
"A gift? She should give you a gift,
you're the one getting her off." I told her.
"Trust me, if you experienced what
it feels like to just let go and be totally submissive
to her, you'd happily bring her the money too."
Megan said.
"Money! You're paying her to . .
. to do that?"
"No, not paying. I give her a gift.
To thank her afterwards."
"How much of a 'gift' are we talking
about Megan?"
"Five hundred dollars."
"Five hundred dollars! And you've
seen her twelve times! That's a lot of money!"
I was flabbergasted.
"It's worth it." Megan said,
and her face went all dreamy.
"My god. That's . . . that's insane.
You've given this woman six *thousand* dollars to
let you . . . do *that* for her?"
"I'd give her anything she wanted.
And actually she's more of a girl than a woman;
she's my age I think." Megan corrected me.
"I can't believe this . . . this
is . . . wow." Was all I could manage.
"You really should try it. I can
promise you you'll be safe, and I bet if I ask her
I could arrange an appointment for you. Normally
you have to go through her screening process to
make sure you're for real, she does it for her protection.
But I bet if I e-mailed her I could get her to do
you on my appointment tonight." Megan said.
"Tonight?"
"I was supposed to go to her at eight
o'clock. I'm sure I could get you in. You'll be
fine; I'll wait right outside for you in the car."
She told me.
"I . . . I don't know. I don't think
I could do that. I-I've never been with a woman,
Megan."
"Don't worry, once you're there all
you have to do is give up control to her and she'll
do all the rest." Megan said, as she opened
her e-mail program and began typing!
"What are you doing?"
"I'm asking her to do you tonight
instead of me. There, it's sent." She told
me.
"Megan!"
"What, you said yourself that you
just lacked the courage to go through with it. I'm
just helping you. Besides, if you don't like it
you don't have to do it anymore, right? And it's
not like I'm going to tell anyone what you're doing--I'm
doing it too. This is the perfect way for you to
test yourself out and see if you'd really enjoy
this sort of thing, like I do." She told me.
* * * * * * * * * *
I don't know how she convinced me to do
it, but at a quarter to eight there I was with her,
standing outside a strange door in St. Paul. The
house was small, but it was in a nice neighborhood.
Megan didn't ring the bell; she reached under the
mailbox and produced a small key.
"This is how it works. She leaves
the key so you can get in. Come on, I'll show you
what to do." She told me as she unlocked the
door and led me inside.
Megan locked the front door behind us.
"Take off your jacket." She
told me, and I hung it up.
I'd asked her what to wear, and she told
me it didn't matter at all. Just to wear comfortable
clothing. So there I was, in my jeans and a t-shirt,
following my sister down the hall in a strange house.
The hallway ended where it obviously shouldn't,
closed by a heavy looking door. Megan pointed to
it.
"That's where she comes in."
"She's not here?"
"She would be if it was just me.
The door would be open. But the first time with
a new girl she does it this way for her safety.
You'll see. Come on." She told me, and then
she led me into a small bedroom.
Where there should have been a bed in
the room, there was just some sort of padded bench
bolted to the floor. It looked like a weight bench
or something, except it was a little bit higher
off the floor. Connected to rings on the floor were
what looked like handcuffs, two at the top of the
bench and two at the bottom. The only other furniture
in the room was a tall dresser. And then I noticed
it, in the corner of the room. Right up near the
ceiling, was a small video camera!
"Megan, there's a camera! She tapes
this?" I asked, scared.
"No, no. She just uses it to watch,
to make sure you've really buckled yourself in.
The way it works is this; you come in and sit down
on the bench. Then you lock your ankles with the
cuffs. After that you lock one wrist and just lay
back, and she'll come and do all the rest."
"This, this is scarier than I thought
Megan. I don't think I can go through with this."
"Don't freeze up now, she's watching!
She's going to get pissed and then I'm not going
to be able to come here anymore. Don't ruin it for
me. Now sit down, I'll help you." She told
me, giving me a little push towards the bench.
I sat down on the bench and watched as
Megan attached the larger cuffs to my ankles. Next
she gestured for me to lie down and she cuffed down
my left wrist.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
I asked her as she went around and cuffed my right
wrist.
"Yes! Now just lay back and enjoy.
Once you've come this far there's no backing out.
You're not leaving this room until *she* has her
way with you. I'll be waiting for you when she's
done with you." She told me, and then she left
before I could ask her anything else.
The door closed and Megan was gone. I
lay there with my heart pounding in my chest. A
trial attempt to move my arms and legs proved that
I had only a few inches of movement before I was
stopped by the chains. I couldn't lift my arms or
feet much away from the floor--I was totally helpless.
Time passed slowly, so slowly, and I lay
there cursing myself for letting Megan talk me into
this. Finally I heard a noise, and then the door
opened and in walked a woman wearing only a matching
set of racy black panties and bra. My eyes looked
over the woman's curvy body and then I realized
an instant later that the woman was . . . Megan!
"Megan? What are you doing? Isn't
she coming?" I asked, craning my head up away
from the bench to look at her.
"Think about it sis, she's already
here." Megan said, and she sounded different
then, more confident.
Thoughts bounced around the inside of
my head like mad as she just smiled at me. And then
I finally got it. Her body looked so much different
without the awful shapeless clothing she wore normally.
And it looked familiar--she was the woman from the
website!
"You? You're the woman from the website?"
I asked stupidly.
"Very good, now you're getting it.
You know, when you told me you found the site I
almost had a heart attack. I was sure you'd recognized
my picture." She told me.
"I . . . I thought you were . . .”
I stammered.
"You thought I was a submissive little
lezzy like you? That was my second near coronary
of the day--I'd never have guessed it about you
sis."
"I-I'm not."
"Oh no? Are you trying to tell me
that it doesn't turn you on when I call you a submissive
little slut?"
"Megan, I-I want to leave now."
"Remember what I told you before
sis. You're not leaving here until *I* get what
I want." She told me as she walked closer.
I tried to recoil away from her, but I
all I managed was to helplessly jingle my chains.
She just smiled at my show of fear and moved to
stand by my head. She put both hands down on my
head and steadied it between them, forcing me roughly
to look backwards up at her.
"But Megan--I'm your sister! You
can't do this . . . it's wrong. I don't want this!"
I plead to her.
"But *I* do sis. And in this room
what *I* want means everything. The women who come
here learn that lesson quickly. I am in control
of you now. So just shut up and enjoy the ride,
slut."
"Megan, please. You can't . . . I
won't!"
"I said, SHUT UP!" She yelled,
and then she stepped forward and I found myself
looking up at the underside of her crotch and butt
as she hovered menacingly over me.
"Megan I'm your sister! Don't do
this to me--NO! Don't mmmmpphh . . .” I cried out,
until Megan stifled my voice by squatting down and
pressing her ass onto my face!
Megan wiggled herself a little on my face
until my nose was jamming the cloth of her panties
deep between her cheeks. I felt the pressure on
my face increase then as she lowered her whole weight
onto my face. Beyond the humiliation of having my
younger sister's ass rubbed in my face, I found
I couldn't breathe either. It felt like my head
was going to explode from weight of her!
"Like I said, *I* am in control here.
In control of everything. If I tell you to shut
up, you'll shut up. You'll soon learn that I control
everything. Including your breath. So from now on,
you'll breathe when I want you to, you nasty little
lesbian slut." She laughed crudely above me.
Her words stung me.
It was beyond just the degradation of
being smothered in my sister's ass, it was the sensation
of being truly helpless and at her mercy that turned
me on in spite of my own self-disgust. The sensation
of it overwhelmed me; I was being embraced by the
warm flesh of Megan's ass! The fragrant smells filling
my lungs were the smells of my *sister*. I wanted
to die then, but I was also turned on despite myself.
What was wrong with me?
"Now take a breath slut." She
told me as she finally lifted her buttocks from
my face.
I loudly gasped for breath, and I just
managed a heaving exhale and inhale before Megan
forced her ass back down onto my face and sealed
off my air once more.
"You don't know how surprised I was
when you admitted you were into girls, into dominant
girls. Who would ever think that one family could
produce two girls so completely different. That
I, a dominant girl who likes to face-fuck lesbians,
could have a little cunt-loving lesbian slut for
a sister. Well I guess it's a match made in heaven,
right?" She asked, as she finally lifted off
my face again.
"Megan. You have to let me go. I
don't want this!" I told her as I caught my
breath.
"What did I tell you? Do you want
to try breathing under my ass again?" She demanded.
I shook my head quickly.
"Say it."
"No."
"That's not good enough. From now
on you'll answer my questions 'yes mistress' or
'no mistress'." Megan told me as she slid backward
and planted her ass back on my face again!
"Normally the sluts who come here
are happy to serve me. If you were a first timer
I'd just send you on your way for giving me this
much attitude. But since you're family, I'll take
the time to set you straight." She told me
as I smothered in her ass.
"Now let's try that again. Do you
want to try breathing under my ass?" She demanded
when she finally lifted herself up off my face and
returned to her position on my upper chest.
Two things held me then. Fear, fear of
my own little sister. And a perverse need to obey,
to give in to her.
"No mistress." I told her.
"That's better. Now tell me, slut,
what are you here to do tonight?"
I had an idea what she wanted me to say,
but I couldn't. I couldn't have sex with my sister!
"Megan, please . . . I can't! You're
my sister. It-it's wrong." I plead again.
Anger flashed across her face, and then
she moved above me again. I watched in horror as
the black cloth covering her ass filled my view
and then I was plunged into suffocating darkness
as she rammed her ass in my face again. I was totally
sealed into the smothering grip of her butt then.
She roughly wiggled her bottom so that my face was
forced deeper and deeper into her crack. The smells
of her sweat, arousal, and under-areas permeated
my senses and drove me wild with submissive lust
even as my lungs screamed for oxygen.
"I thought you'd learned your lesson,
*slut*. Now I want you to think very carefully before
you open your stupid mouth again." She told
me as I nearly asphyxiated in her butt-crack.
She lifted herself just barely off my
face then, so that my nose was still pressing the
cloth into her butt as she spoke with subdued anger
to me.
"Now tell me what you're here to
do tonight."
"I'm here to . . . to be used mistress."
I answered her between heaving breaths.
"That's better slut." Megan
told me, and then she moved back to sitting on my
upper chest.
She smiled down at me as she reached back
and pulled her panties out of her butt-crack.
"I bet you loved having my hot ass
in your face, didn't you? Say it." She demanded.
"I-I loved your hot ass in my face,
mistress."
"We're making progress. There may
be hope for you yet. Now let's get to the reason
we're here." Megan said, climbing off of me.
She turned around before moving to straddle
me again. When she settled down on my chest this
time she was facing towards me.
"I'm going to enjoy this, sis. Fuck,
am I ever horny." Megan laughed.
She slid even farther up my body and I
was trapped in the most humiliating position. Locked
helpless on my back with the handcuffs, my sister's
crotch just inches from my face. She reached down
and caressed herself right in front of me.
"Why don't you check it out for yourself?"
She asked me, as she reached down and roughly grasped
my hair.
With a yank of my hair she pulled my head
up off the bench and forward until my nose jammed
into the front of her panties!
"Owwwmmmph . . . " I grunted,
and then I felt it. Felt the wetness against my
nose. Smelled the smell that could only be proof
of my sister's arousal.
"That's what you're here for, you
nasty little lesbian whore. Sniff that! Smell my
fucking twat!" She demanded, and closing my
eyes I did exactly as she required and sniffed the
potent sexy aroma of her excitement.
Megan gave another tug on my hair, burying
my nose deeper into her panties and causing my scalp
to explode in pain.
"Look at me slut. Your little sister
wants to see your eyes while you sniff her *cunt*."
She told me, surprising me again with her crudeness.
Startled, I opened my eyes and looked
up into her knowing grin.
"You love it, don't you? You're just
like all the other little sluts. Oh god is this
making me hot. My big sister Rachel sniffing my
wet *cunt*. I am going to enjoy this. Let's get
started." She told me, and then she roughly
pushed my head back down onto the bench.
I watched, mesmerized, as Megan slowly
moved forward with her eyes locked on mine all the
while. She grinned wickedly as she began to lean
over and run her panty-covered mound up over my
chin. And then she arched her back and I lost sight
of her for the heavy hanging weight of her breasts
as she slid her mound up onto my nose and mouth
and began softly rocking forward and back. My nose
dug a little furrow into the black cloth covering
her as I felt her sex parting to allow my nose to
push the panties into her slit. Her wetness soaked
through and made the cloth slippery and full of
her smell, and somehow the degrading act she was
forcing on me then was incredibly arousing.
"You're so close to it now Rachel.
You can smell it, you can feel it, and you love
it, don't you?"
"Yes mistress." I admitted in
spite of myself, even loving the humiliation of
her making me speak the awful words.
"I think that's enough foreplay.
I've gone easy on you so far, because of who you
are." She told me as she lifted off my face.
She stepped over me and I craned my head
back to see her unsnapping her bra! Then she bent
down and pulled off her panties and she was totally
naked! Megan turned back around and backed over
me, so that I was looking directly up into her naked
sex. I found that what I'd felt through her panties
was true, she was shaved completely smooth down
there, which somehow just made it worse because
I could see every detail of her sex. Right down
to the glistening crevice between her lower lips.
"That's it lezzy, go ahead and get
a good look. Because now it's time for you to experience
having your little face fucked right off. Keep your
little tongue in your mouth until I tell you otherwise.
Now get ready to be used like the worthless little
slut you are!" She laughed as she lowered her
pussy towards my face.
I watched it coming, fascinated and horrified
all at once by the sight. The moment somehow combined
my biggest dream with a total nightmare. And then
her flesh settled heavily onto my nose and mouth
and I didn't have time to think about what I was
doing anymore. She wiggled my nose right up *into*
her slit, and then she started. Her weight slammed
down onto my face as she savagely mashed her cunt
in my face. With powerful strokes she roughly smeared
her wet opening up and back, using my nose like
a tiny dildo to rub against her as she did it. It
was a rush of sensations; I was immersed in the
sight, taste and smell of her sex as she rode my
face harder and harder. It was painful, my cheeks
hurt, my eyes hurt, and my nose, lips and teeth
felt as if they'd all surely be destroyed by her
assault.
"Oh yeah this is it, . . . I'm fucking
your face sis! I'm fucking your face. You're nothing
but . . . my dildo! You're nothing but my fucking
. . . fucktoy! " She told me between enthusiastic
grunts of exertion as she mashed her pussy on my
tortured face faster and harder with every stroke.
Her sex was impossibly wet, wetter than
I'd ever been. Her juices were so plentiful that
her slit felt like a steaming cauldron of potent
feminine mastery. She violently made my face *hers*.
As she forced my nose again and again into her wet
depths I couldn't deny the other sensations washing
over me. It was a horrible realization, but I loved
what Megan was doing to me. I loved the helpless
sensation of being used by her.
"Oh shit yeah Oh god! Now slut! Start
Licking! " Megan demanded as she rammed her
pussy in my face with a frighteningly savage glee.
And just like that I was doing it, without
thinking. I thrust my tongue up against her as she
continued to hump my face, and I was immediately
treated with the tangy taste of her wickedly feminine
secretions. My feelings of submission and perverse
delight grew even stronger then as Megan raced towards
completion. I had to just quickly slip my tongue
out against her and back as she hit me with each
pounding thrust of her hips.
"Oh shit, I'm going to cum . . .
You nasty little lesbian whore, drink my fucking
cum! " My little sister grunted as she dominated
my face with her pussy.
She came right there, atop my face, and
finally she stopped her frantic humping. Despite
her warning, I was more than a little surprised
to feel the wetness on my face increase even more
as she shuddered and climaxed with my nose and mouth
jammed in folds. I probed up into her steaming heat
with my tongue and found myself practically drowning
in the torrent of girl-juice that seemed to be oozing
everywhere then. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't
care, I was *hers* to do with as she pleased and
I loved it.
"Suck it Rachel . . . oh shit . .
. drink my fucking cum . . . drink my fucking cum
like the little lesbian whore you are . . . oh god
. . . fill your nasty little lesbian tummy with
my cream . . . suck my fucking twat!" She ordered
as she quivered atop my face.
Eyes closed I did as she required, I drank
my own sister's juices as if they were the sweetest
honey. And then she gave me a poke on the forehead
with her finger and I looked up at her in surprise.
"Look at me sis. Look at me while
you drink my fucking cum." She demanded, peering
down over her breasts to look into my barely visible
eyes peaking up at her from the between her legs.
I stared up into her mocking eyes, and
the shame was so intense and wonderful it drove
me wild. Megan lifted her mound from my face for
a moment to let me breathe before carefully planting
it back where she wanted it, engulfing my licking
tongue and rubbing my sore nose against her still-swollen
clit. Back in place, she wiggled herself to bury
my tongue deeper inside her as she came down from
her orgasmic high.
"Mmmmmhh. That was fun, wasn't it?
It's official now Rachel. You're a submissive little
fuck-face. You're my *bitch*. Stick your tongue
as far up in there as you can, slut. I want you
to drink every drop of my girl-goo while I watch,
you little secret cunt-sucker." She laughed
at me as she said it, and her eyes never left mine
as she continued to grind her wetness down onto
my tongue.
And then, when I thought I was going to
pass out in her pussy's smothering grasp, she finally
pulled herself back a couple of inches and sat on
my upper chest again as she had done earlier. Gasping
for breath I stared at the beautiful full lips of
her sex, still wet and shiny as my own face must
have been, right there just inches in front of me.
"So now you know my secret, sis.
The cat is out of the bag, or, the cat is right
in front of your face so to speak." Megan laughed,
idly fondling her chubby boobs as she spoke.
She didn't just look more confident then;
she was like a whole different relaxed person. Of
course, she had just given herself a huge orgasm
on my face. I struggled to catch my breath, and
as I did the reality of the situation hit me with
a sudden intense wave of shame. Somehow I'd gotten
caught up in the moment, driven along by some perverse
desire to truly feel dominated by another female,
and that had overpowered my ability to make rational
judgement. What had I done? I'd just licked my sister's
pussy! What would my family think if they ever found
out? My friends? I'd be ruined. A lump formed in
my throat and then tears hit me from out of nowhere,
suddenly welling up in my eyes.
"What's wrong Rachel?"
"You . . . . . . I . . . . . . you're
my sister! I-I've never done anything like this
before."
"Well, you have now. And you're not
done yet sis. That was just my warmup fuck. When
women come in here, they know they're going to be
here until I'm done with them. Hell, I haven't even
gotten to my toy collection yet." Megan laughed,
gesturing to the dresser at the side of the room.
I continued to sob, tears rolling down
my already-slick cheeks as I watched Megan begin
to softly stroke herself right there in front of
my face.
"Yeah, I still can hardly believe
that sluts like you really exist. If it hadn't have
been for this girl Darla I met at school I would
have never known. You see, Darla was a little lezzy
slut like you. We got a little drunk one night at
a party, and Darla made a pass at me! I told her
I wasn't interested, but Darla just wouldn't take
no for an answer. She asked me if there could ever
be a way that she could hook up with me, and I told
her no unless she just wanted to go down on me without
anything in return."
Megan smiled down at me as if remembering
it fondly.
"Imagine my surprise when she told
me that would be fine with her. I couldn't believe
it. She was willing to eat me out and not get *any*
reciprocation back from me. So I let her do it.
And then I let her do it again. She was a good little
submissive and it became quickly obvious that I
was naturally dominant. Soon she was begging me
to let her do it. I started to make her humiliate
herself for my amusement before I'd let her have
it. Until finally I got to the point where I really
was just *using* her. I didn't talk to her like
a friend any more, I didn't care if I was hurting
her when I rode her face--I just *used* her. And
it was great. I'm a really sexual girl, sis. I'm
telling you, I need to get it all the time. Using
Darla saved me from having to masturbate, and besides
it was more fun. Watching her degrade herself just
for the chance to suck on *this*." Megan laughed,
cupping her sex as she said it.
"And then I got the idea to post
the ads. I didn't think I'd get any responses, but
Darla had proved to me that you just couldn't know
what people would do. The first woman who responded
was Claire, my little forty year-old stock broker
slut. Can you believe it Rachel? I was able to make
a forty year-old woman, a woman that earns six figures,
to come to a hotel room and let me abuse her. I'd
learned from Darla, I treated Claire rough from
the start, and the dyke loved it. She became my
first regular 'customer'. I still fuck that woman's
face as often as she can afford it. Think about
it, a forty year old successful woman gives me a
thousand dollars a visit--and then she begs for
the privilege of getting *me* off."
My bout of shame continued, the tears
still sliding slowly down my wet cheeks as I listened
to my sister's story. All the while she continued
to stroke herself lightly, and it was a damning
sign to me about myself that the sight of her pussy
still turned me on. The smell of it, the taste of
it, still permeated my character somehow as if it
had seeped into my brain and changed the way I thought.
"Now I've got seven regulars, and
I've made twenty-five thousand dollars in the last
six months even after paying the mortgage on this
place. Not bad for a part-time job--a rather enjoyable
part-time job at that." She congratulated herself.
"It's really great you know. If I'm
feeling horny and I don't have any appointments
scheduled, I just pick one of my sluts and give
her a call. When I tell them I've decided to let
them have a freebie, they drop whatever they're
doing and rush right over here to serve my every
face-fucking whim. I call them fuckfaces, because
their faces exist just for me to fuck. They're worthless
losers who'll bow down to me and let me use them
like they're chew-toys for my pussy. But you know
all about that, don't you Rachel. Or should I call
you . . . *fuckface*?"
"Megan, I don't know why I let you
do that. But, but you have to stop this now!"
I managed to tell her as her words intensified my
hot tears of shame.
"I don't have to stop anything. And
you don't *let* me do things--I take what I want
because I can. None of you *let* me. You do it because
you *need* it. No sane, self-respecting woman would
ever do what you sluts do! And if you have any question
about whether or not you deserve to be called fuck-face,
I suggest you take a good look at *this*."
Megan told me sternly as she yanked my head up off
the bench and pulled my face up to her swollen pussy.
"You're face is covered with *my*
cum. Your belly is full of *my* cum. And you're
tied down down with *my* pussy in your face. Face
it Rachel, you are a fuckface. Now tell me what
you are, and tell me the right way." Megan
demanded.
When she took charge so forcefully it
just turned my spine to jelly for some reason. Why
couldn't I resist her? It was so wrong, but it felt
*so* right.
"I'm your . . . fuckface mistress."
I admitted softly.
"And what are you staring at fuckface?"
"Your pussy mistress."
"You love it, don't you? You little
lesbian whore, admit it!"
"Yes mistress." I quietly moaned
it.
"Now show me what a worthless, stupid,
perverted little slut you are. Look up into your
little sister's eyes and kiss my fucking twat, you
pathetic little cunt."
I looked away from her sex and up into
her burning eyes.
"Yes mistress." I responded
then, helpless to resist her infernal power.
I craned my neck even farther, so that
I could just barely get close enough to press my
lips to her sex. She smiled, and then she starting
laughing, a deep throaty affair that shamed be to
my core. Megan released my hair and my head dropped
back to the bench with a painful thud.
"That's more like it sis. I know
this is all happening a little bit quickly. You
just need to get adjusted to the fact that we're
very different people. You're a worthless little
cuntsucking whore, and I'm a beautiful, dominant
woman. Once you get in touch with your true self,
in touch with your need to be dominated, you'll
be much happier. I think by the time I'm done fucking
your nasty face tonight it'll all be clear to you.
Now you just sit tight." She told me, smirking
as she climbed off of me.
"Yes mistress." I answered.
I twisted my neck and tilted my head to
watch her as she fumbled through her toy collection.
Finally she pulled out some sort of black rubber
bag. As she held it up over me, I saw that it had
a long black dildo attached to it, whatever it was.
Megan swung it back and forth over me, chuckling.
"Get a good look, sis. This is my
special face-dildo." She told me, angling it
so that I could see it better.
The contraption was a rubber hood with
eye and nostril holes. Where the mouth should be,
there was a huge rubber dildo. The thing seemed
to penetrate the hood, extending mostly outside
the hood but several inches inside it as well. I
didn't like the looks of the thing at all.
"I-I don't want that on me."
I told her.
"Ha ha. It doesn't matter what you
want, does it sis?" Megan told me as she began
to stretch the hood over the top of my head!
It was humiliating to feel so turned on
by submitting to her that I couldn't even help myself
then.
"Yes mistress." I gulped, as
she struggled to pull the hood down over my nose.
She held the dildo part of it twisted
flat against my face until she had the inside part
of the rubber cock all the way down to my mouth.
Any chance I had to beg her not to continue was
lost as she wiggled the inside part of the dildo
into my mouth, then pulled the rest of the hood
down over my chin. Grabbing the rubber rod that
extended from my mouth, Megan jiggled it roughly
as if to make sure it was sturdy enough for her
use.
"There, now you're a human dildo.
*My* human dildo." She giggled.
I was completely sealed into the rubber
embrace of the hood. Only my eyes were exposed as
I looked helplessly up at her. As I struggled a
bit to breathe through the small hose in the hood's
nose I realized that I could breathe a little bit
through my mouth as well. The part of the dildo
that filled my mouth was hollow, and there must
be some holes in the surface of the rubber cock
that I hadn't seen.
"Get ready for the ride of your life,
slut." Megan said as she moved over me.
Encased in the rubber cocoon of the mask
I found myself looking up at her enflamed pussy
lips with a mixture of disgust and need. I knew
it was wrong, but I wanted nothing more than to
feel her pussy on my lips again right then. Megan
squatted herself onto the tip of the dildo and I
immediately felt force of her in my mouth.
"Ohhhh." She moaned as she began
to impale herself on the rubber extension of my
mouth.
Slowly she slid the dildo inside her until
I felt the air holes inside it become covered, leaving
me only able to breathe through my nose. She sank
all the way down until her full weight was crushing
down onto my face, the rubber cock buried to the
hilt inside her. Megan started lifting herself up
and down, fucking herself on the dildo.
"Just lie there and take it, you
little bitch. I'm in charge now." She told
me.
Hand-cuffed and hooded, I felt intensely
subservient to Megan as she rode my face. Her well-lubricated
cunt made wet sucking noises, and her juices began
to trickle through the holes into my mouth. The
fresh flavor of her arousal drove me wild and made
me feel even more submissive then. Where I'd been
just disgusted at first, then I was just aroused.
She was using me like an inanimate object
and I loved it. All I could think about was her
pussy, and how she'd mashed it in my face as she
came. Her scent and flavor inundated my senses and
kept me fiercely aroused as she continued to work
the black cock in and out of herself until finally
she approached climax.
She pressed her weight all the way down
until her she rested on my face. Leaning forward
to ram her clit against my nose, Megan kept the
dildo buried inside her as she humped my face faster
and faster. I couldn't see anything and I couldn't
breathe. Her smell and the taste of her dripping
juices combined with the sensation of her weight
pressing down on my face to overwhelm my senses.
"Oh . . . you filthy little . . .
oh . . . fucking whore . . . oh . . . you're my
bitch now . . . oh . . . my little fucking sister
slut . . . oh . . . oh oh oh OHHHHH!" Megan
cried out as she came atop me.
She sat atop my face like that for a few
minutes, shaking and twitching with little after
shocks from her orgasm. I was actively sucking on
the part of the rubber prick that was in my mouth
by then, desperate for every little taste of her
pussy that I could get. She finally lifted herself
off the dildo and slowly worked the hood off of
my head.
"Mmmmm, that was nice." She
told me.
She held up the hood and attached dildo
over my face, turning it so that I could see it's
shimmering wet surface.
"Open up, fuckface." Megan ordered,
pressing the tip of the rubber cock to my lips.
"Yes mistress." I replied.
I opened my mouth and let my sister push
the thing inside me. The taste of her pussy continued
to have the same powerful effect on me--I loved
it. I loved being tied up and helpless. Loved being
forced to do whatever humiliating thing she demanded.
She chuckled as I sucked her juices from the cock
until she was satisfied and she pulled the thing
away from me. She tossed it aside before crouching
down to unlock my handcuffs.
"It's time for you to thank me sis.
They all do before they leave."
"Th-thank you, mistress." I
managed. My mouth was sore from the abuse it had
taken.
"You're welcome, slut. Now get out
of my house."
"What?" I asked as I sat up.
"You heard me. I'm tired, I'm going
to go lay down for a while. It's time for you to
go. Just let yourself out." She told me.
Then she walked towards the door to the
room!
"Wait, Megan. You drove us. How am
I going to get home?" I asked.
"I don't know. What do I care? Just
get out, I'm done with you." She said as she
walked out of the room.
I rubbed my sore wrists and ankles in
shock as I heard a heavy door close somewhere in
the house. I got up and looked around. I found that
the door I'd heard appeared to separate the rest
of the house from the play area where I was. It
was locked. I opened the front door and stepped
out into the night.
It was humiliating to be used and then
just discarded the way I'd been, but somehow I couldn't
resist feeling aroused as I walked away from the
house and started looking for a cab.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next day I didn't know what to do.
I was too humiliated to talk to Megan. I couldn't
bear the thought of even facing her. How could I?
I managed to avoid her the whole day.
I got up early and left the house. I shopped in
the morning, and then met up with some of my old
high school friends in the afternoon. When I came
home that night, Megan was already out with her
friends. I was so relieved not to see her. I was
afraid that if I had, the feelings would get so
strong that I'd do something shameful again.
I decided that I would leave early the
next morning to drive back to Wisconsin. I'd just
get away and try to forget the events of the weekend,
however arousing I might have foudn them. The things
I'd felt and done were just . . . *wrong*.
The problem is, just thinking about what
had happened made me horny again. It was a struggle
to resist the urge to masturbate before I went to
sleep. Finally I did fall asleep though, until I
awoke in the middle of the night to find Megan climbing
atop me. She was naked! Pressing me over onto my
back she moved to straddle my head. With a mixture
of humiliation and need I stared at her sex as she
lowered it towards me.
Megan pressed her cunt down onto my face,
settling her weight down onto me as I began to lick
her. My mouth and nose were soon liberally coated
with her fragrant wetness as she began to ride me
in earnest.
My own pussy grew hot and wet as I labored
under her, hungrily licking and sucking at her sweet
center. It felt so kinky, so wrong, but also so
*good*. She used me for what seemed like forever,
grinding herself on my face with ever-increasing
vigor.
After Megan finally came, struggling to
stifle her cries of pleasure, she spoke to me for
the first time. "Drink it!" She hissed.
I lapped up every drop of her delicious
wetness that my tongue could extract. Squirming
with forbidden pleasure, I licked and sucked at
her with wild, hungry abandon.
"Good little slut." She laughed
at me, as she climbed off of my face.
Standing up next to my bed, she gestured
to my pillow.
"Give that to me." She whispered.
I handed her the pillow. Megan took my
pillow and moved it down between her legs. I watched,
in surprise, as she wiped her pussy on my pillow!
She handed it back to me with a smile.
"Goodnight, fuckface." She said,
and then she was gone.
I held the soiled pillow in my hands for
a moment. I felt a sick fascination I couldn't resist.
I pressed the wet streak on the pillow to my face
and inhaled deeply of her precious scent.
Putting my pillow back in place I rolled
over onto my stomach. My hand slid down into my
panties as I lay myself down, pressing my face to
the pillow. Thinking about my sister dominating
me, it didn't take me long to cum.
I slept with my face pressed to the pillow,
drinking in her scent all night long.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next day I felt so ashamed at what
I'd done the night before. I hadn't just let my
sister use me--I'd loved it. I stuck to my plan,
telling my parents goodbye and leaving before Megan
even got up.
I felt a little bit better when I was
safely back at school, far away from the events
of the weekend. I made it through the day without
any problems, but that night in bed I found myself
getting turned on as I thought of what she'd done
to me. In spite of myself masturbated until I came,
once again to fantasies of being dominated by my
little sister.
* * * * * * * * * *
As the days passed after that I knew I
had a serious problem--I couldn't stop thinking
about Megan. It was awful. Night after night I masturbated
thinking about how it had felt when she used me.
It was dirty, shameful, and wrong. But it was wonderful
somehow as well. It had turned me on so much. Being
tied up, smothered and, well, *fucked* by my sister
had made me feel free somehow. When I was under
her something made me give in to the moment and
just let her take control.
After two weeks I couldn't take it anymore.
I was desperate to feel that freedom again. So desperate
that I'd begun sniffing my own worn panties when
I masturbated to remind me of how it had felt to
be inundated with her scent.
Finally, I broke down and called her.
"Hello?"
Just hearing the sound of her voice made
my heart beat faster. I panicked for a moment, and
found myself unable to speak.
"Hi, this is Rachel." I managed.
"Oh. Hi, sis."
"How are you doing, Megan?"
I asked.
"I'm fine."
"Good. I'm doing okay too."
"Is there something you need, Rachel?"
Megan asked me.
"I just wanted to call and say hi."
"Why don't you quit beating around
the bush and just ask me?" Megan said.
"Ask you? Wha-what do you mean?"
I stammered.
"Don't lie to me. You're calling
because you want to know if I'll fuck your slutty
little face again, aren't you? That *is* what you
want, isn't it?"
"Yes." I admitted.
I felt my pussy growing wet as Megan took
control of the conversation. It made me feel so
horny to hear her talk about fucking my face.
"Yes what?" She demanded.
"Yes mistress."
"God, you're so pathetic, you know.
You're just like the rest of them."
I felt my shame growing at her words.
Somehow it just turned me on even more.
"Yes mistress."
"You know you'll have to pay like
the others this time, don't you?"
I thought about how little money I had
saved. I couldn't resist the damn urges I felt though--I
knew if I didn't feel her control again it would
drive me insane.
"Yes mistress. How-how much should
I bring?"
"I'll give you the student discount.
Five hundred. Come to the house this Friday, at
seven o'clock."
"Yes mistress."
The phone went dead in my hand. I set
the phone down and my hand was in my panties before
I made it to my bed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Six months later I was standing outside
the door to the house, the same nice little house
where Megan had first taken possession of me. The
house I'd visited a half dozen times since. I rang
the doorbell and waited. I knew it could be a while
before she came, so I waited as patiently as I could.
While I waited I thought about just how
pathetic I really was. Pathetic was working two
jobs while I was in school and then giving my little
sister every dollar I earned. Pathetic was doing
that for a little sister who not only didn't work
at all, but one who was getting richer every day
doing nothing but enjoying herself at the expense
of others. And pathetic was driving four hours back
to my home town just so I could pay my own sister
to torment, humiliate and degrade me for her amusement.
Even more pathetic yet was what I was
doing that afternoon. It wasn't that I'd ditched
all my classes and drove the four hours home to
her when she summoned me like a queen summoning
a peasant. It's embarrassing how excited I was to
get a 'freebie'. On those rare occasions like that
that, when Megan called and demanded I immediately
go give her an orgasm, I didn't have to scratch
together the usual five hundred dollars.
Beyond pathetic was my traitorous pussy
getting moist as I stood there at the door. Megan
had me so in her thrall that I got wet from just
the anticipation of her control.
Finally the door opened, and there she
stood in all her dominant glory. She was wearing
just a t-shirt and panties, and it made my knees
weak just to see her like that.
"Hi there sis. Come in." She
told me with a smile.
"Yes mistress." I answered,
as I stepped inside and closed her front door behind
me.
When I turned back around to face her,
she had her hands on her hips and a smirk on her
face.
"Well, what are you waiting for sis?
Don't you think you should show some respect and
say hello to me in an appropriate manner?"
"Yes mistress. What would you like
me to do?" I said with a gulp.
"Why don't you start by kissing my
ass?" She said with a smile.
My pussy squirmed with forbidden delight
as I moved behind her and sank to my knees. She
didn't even look back at me, she just stood there
with her hands on her hips, waiting. Waiting, and
knowing that I couldn't resist her control. When
I pressed my lips to the soft skin of her buttocks
she laughed softly above me.
"That's a good little sister. Kiss
my ass, fuckface."
Megan let me kiss her rear for a few minutes
before pushing me away. She took hold of my hair
and pulled me towards the play room.
"Come on, sis. I'm horny as hell
and there really is nothing better than cumming
all over my big sister's nasty face."
As I struggled to keep up with her, crawling
as fast as I could to keep her from pulling the
hair out of my head, I couldn't help feeling glad
I'd discovered Megan's secret. I was so pathetic.
I knew I'd spend the rest of my life working to
earn money to give to Megan for the privilege of
worshiping her, if she'd let me. As horrible as
it sounds, it was worth it to me. Worth it to give
up every thing for her, because when she took charge
it just felt so *right*. My pussy grew wetter as
we approached the room where she'd soon climb atop
my face to use me for her pleasure.
I looked up at her swaying bottom as she
led me, and Megan was so strong and sexy that it
just drove me wild. I knew she didn't care about
me. That she didn't care about my sacrifices. That
she was just using me. But I didn't care--I was
her worthless little fuckface and I *loved* it.
- The End -
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