>[x] Alabaster's room
You loop a sororal arm around Rose and force a chuckle. "I'll be sleeping in your room, of course."
"Hee! Neato burrito!"
"That's good," Mom says. "You two can keep each other out of trouble."
"Uh huh~" Rose agrees. "I won't let anything lewd happen to my little sis!"
"And I definitely won't let a disgusting pervert like Alabaster get his hands on Rose," you say. "She's too innocent to fall into his clutches."
These bald-faced lies put Mom at ease.
Rose shows Mom to her room, and you bid one another goodnight. You follow Rose back to her room next, and deign to spend a few perfunctory minutes hanging out with her -- to ensure Mom is well and truly asleep for the night, before setting your eyes on the actual target.
Rose's room is gaudy and pink, as expected, and smells of candy. Which isn't a surprise either, since there are open packages of Skittles, pocky, and gum sitting on her desk, and empty bottles of Ramune soda scattered about. It's not an unpleasant smell, just a little bit juvenile. You tote you bag in with you and drop it on the floor.
You and Rose have gone much farther than sisters ever should, but you still share that sisterly nonchalance about nudity in a non-sexual context too. Rose steps out of her clothes and slips into a sheer little negligee, and doesn't bother to conceal anything as she does so. Whenever she moves without a bra on, her tits jiggle and flop around. No, you're not jealous. Not at all. You pull off your shorts, and tank, and sweat-damp underwear, toss them in the corner without a thought in the world. Then, too lazy to go digging through your things for your own pajamas, you figure you'll just sleep naked. Ok, so maybe that part is a little weird for sisters sharing a room. Although you don't intend on sticking around for too much longer -- and any clothes you don will only get in the way of the fun you intend to have soon.
Rose is buzzing with unconstrained excitement. "This is gonna be so totally tanoshii! Just like you said!" She crawls up onto her bed and plops down on the satiny carnation-colored covers. "Roomies for life!" she cries, kicking her feet.
You crawl up onto the bed with her, and sit propped up against the headboard with your knees partially spread. Rose's eyes follow you on your way past, then she turns onto her tummy and props herself up on her elbows, confused. As you grab for a manga from her bedside table and thumb apathetically through it, she finally seems to grok that you don't intend to get dressed. "Amber?" She says timidly.
"Huh?"
"...Haha. You're naked, silly."
"Yeah? So?"
Her lips cup into a contemplative O as she takes in your nakedness and tries to comprehend why it should be an issue. Unable to do so, she finally shrugs and turns onto her back again. She stares at the ceiling.
"Haha. I cannot believe Whitney got an actual fuckbunny!" She says. "So weird. I guess I have competition."
You read from panel to panel in the manga, a bit bewildered -- and then you remember that these things are supposed to run right-to-left for some ungodly reason. "Competition?" You question.
"Uh huh. I'm this house's fuck-kitten, after all!"
You let the manga fall, still open, to your lap. "Good lord. This place really did corrupt you."
"It's suuuper fun," she says, not insulted at all by the accusation. "I know I fibbed a bit to Mom just now, but we're gonna do so much lewd stuff together. It'll be great. She doesn't need to know."
You laugh. "Together? That's incest, you know."
"That's part of what makes it fun~"
Maybe staying nude was a mistake.
"Do you like it here?" You ask. "Other than what I'm gathering is an essentially 24/7 orgy."
"Oh sure. Whitney is tons of fun to be around. Cerise, too. Even that other girl. And of course there's Ally..." Her voice goes dreamy when she says his name. So hopeless. "We do lots of fun stuff besides sex. Video games, movie nights, indoor golf..."
"Indoor golf?"
"Yepperoni!"
"Like... with golf clubs and shit?"
"How else would you play golf, silly?"
Truly, billionaires are a degenerate and decadent class.
"It's gonna be sooo great sleeping together!" Rose says. "I'm so hecking jazzed!"
You're not sure whether Rose is speaking literally or metaphorically about "sleeping together" -- either way, you quash her enthusiasm. "I'm not actually gonna sleep here."
"Wh-what?"
"If I'm gonna live in the dick house, I might as well sleep in the deluxe dick suite. I'm gonna room with Alabaster. I just told Mom I was sleeping with you so she wouldn't pitch a shitfit."
Rose titters. "Are you funnin' me?"
"No."
"...oh."
She's back on her elbows again. She hits you with the doe eyes. "Don't you wanna room with your big sis, though?"
"And get molested again? No thank you. If I have to get fucked, I'd rather go get my back walls blown out by Alabaster."
You say it as a sort of crass joke, but just the mental image of it makes your pussy twitch.
"You gotta watch out for him," Rose warns. "He really is a TOTAL hentai. If you try to sleep in the same bedroom as him, he's definitely gonna get ecchi-sketchy with you." She holds up her hands like fondling two invisible boobs.
"Duh. That's what I'm counting on. You're not the only one who gets horny, Rose."
Rose pulls down her eyelid and sticks out her tongue. "Bleeehhhh," she taunts. "I know you talk a big game, Amber, but you're just a little virgin. Messing around with Ally is serious business. You might regret it..."
"I'm not a virgin," you insist.
Rose's face lights up. "Really? Who have you done it with?"
You frown at her. "You, for a start. And the rest of those depraved bitches at the other Rose's bachelorette party."
"Not girls, silly. Have you ever fucked a guy before?"
"Sure." You blow a bang from in front of your face. You try to read the manga again. But Rose is in gossip mode, and pries for details:
"Then who? Will?"
You laugh. "No. He's a cocksucker, I'm pretty sure."
"That's so hot," Rose says. She puts a finger to her lips, thinking. "Auburn?"
"Oh, god. Kill me. No."
She sighs. "Again with the tsuntsun thing? ... Then who?"
"Alabaster himself."
This shocks her silent. You lay the manga in your lap again and smirk.
"He came in me and everything," you continue. You part your legs a little bit wider, defiant, baring your asshole and your fast wettening pussy to your sister. "Fucked me stupid right in the middle of a classroom at North High."
"When?" Rose demands.
"When he was helping with my StuCo campaign. I paid him with sex. Whored myself right out to him."
Rose laughs angrily, grabs a pillow, and swats you with it. You shield yourself with one arm, and the manga in your lap slides to the mattress unheeded. "Bitch!" You scream. You grope madly for a pillow to fight back with -- and soon you and Rose are duking it out like old times. You become a tangled pile of sweaty limbs and heaving chests, laughing breathlessly together.
Having finally worn her out -- you think -- you work yourself free and crawl to the edge of the bed. "Okay, okay," you say, getting your laughter back under control. "Are we done here? I'm gonna go get that dick now."
"So rude. Don't you wanna share?"
"Maybe some other time. I'm too horned up to share tonight."
"Wait -- wait!" Rose calls.
You turn.
"Do you know what Ally likes?" She asks. "Sexually I mean."
"Putting his penis inside various holes, and thrusting until semen shoots out?"
"We should practice," Rose says.
You don't like the sound of that. But Rose is already digging through her nightstand, fat ass waving in the air, the hem of her negligee riding up to reveal the pale skin of her twin globes. She turns back around, producing an enormous double-ended dildo -- flamingo pink, of fucking course, and partly translucent. She grips it around the middle and wiggles it in the air. It flexes and flops to and fro.
"Ally likes to get his cock sucked," Rose says. "I practice on this."
"You practice for sucking dick?" You marvel.
"Uh huh!" She's so proud of herself. "Every night -- at least the nights when I'm not busy sucking his actual cock!"
"No fucking way."
She twirls around to sit flat on her butt, leaning up against the wall, legs splayed out in front of her. She grins devilishly. She grips the dildo now with both hands, and opens her mouth up nice and wide. She plunges the dildo in.
"Jesus fucking -- Rose?"
Deeper and deeper the plastic cock sinks, until Rose begins to retch and heave around it. Spittle flies from the edges of her mouth. One of her legs jolts, like it got hit by a reflexologist's hammer. She begins to convulse, just slightly.
"Rose!"
She finally pulls the thing out of her throat with a wet squelch. Her breathing is erratic and gasping. A bubble of spit forms on her lips, bulges to an absurd circumference, then pops. She grins at you. Her voice is hoarse. "Like that. That's how Ally likes to fuck a girl's face. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"I..."
"He's probably still busy with that Samantha bunnygirl. You've got time... why don't you come here and practice with big sister, huh?"
You have to admit: you're impressed. Also turned on. There are things she can teach you, after all. Like an obedient student, you clamber back onto the mattress, and sit before her on your knees. "Is he really that rough when it comes to blowjobs?"
"Oh yeah. Even rougher, maybe. He'll definitely fuck your face at some point, if you let him."
"That can't be any fun, though, can it?"
"Huh?" Rose blinks stupidly. "Nooo. It's awesome. It feels soooo good when Ally chokes you and pounds your throat out... and especially when he cums inside. It's like he's squirting his cum right into your belly! It's so warm and gooey..."
You're half breathless now yourself, and acutely aware that your pussy is beginning to drip.
"Say ahhhh," Rose commands.
You open your mouth for her to violate.
She turns the dildo around in her hands -- so the end that was in her mouth is about to slide into yours. You didn't expect this, but she doesn't afford you the time to raise any hackles. The saliva-coated head of the fake cock pushes past your teeth, over your flattened tongue, and back towards your tonsils. You taste the sweet taste of Rose's mouth, indirectly. As if to stave off a last-second change of heart, Rose uses her free hand to hold the back of your head in place, too. She smiles down at you, a bit haughty, while she forces the dildo to the back of your mouth.
You try to say something, something like "stop" or "that's enough" but your tongue is pinned beneath this sex toy, so all that comes out is an unintelligible sputter. Trying to talk with this huge thing pressing against your uvula was a mistake. It makes you gag. You cough and choke, and feel your eyes welling up. Rose laughs. She uses the opportunity to wedge the dildo even deeper still, down into your esophagus, sending your gag reflex into overdrive. It's all you can do not to puke on this thing. Your eyeballs roll to the back of your head and you feel dizzy, see stars. You're going to pass out if this goes on much longer. All the while, Rose is giggling like a cunt. It's awful. So why is your pussy on fire?
Right when you're at the very edge of unconsciousness, Rose lets go of the back of your head, and you slide off the slimy pink cock, and collapse onto your back. You hack and cough, little droplets of your drool flying high up before curving back, landing on your face and chest. When you have enough awareness to look, Rose is busy licking the end of the dildo she was gagging you with. Like it's a popsicle.
"Yoooou," you growl between coughs. "You FUCKING bitch. You almost knocked me out!"
"Hee hee." She's smiling like the Cheshire cat. "It's what Ally is gonna do to you, if you sleep in his room... I'm trying to get you ready." She gives one last, long, luxurious lick to the toy cock, from the middle of the shaft up to the head, as if savoring the taste of your saliva. "Round 2? We can do it together this time."
You shake your head in refusal.
"Come onnn," Rose whines. Before you know it, her fingers are on your pussy. "You're all wet. You're having fun."
What can you say? She's got you.
She helps you rise weakly to your butt again. "Not... so rough..." you say, your only stipulation to continuing this humiliating practice session.
"We'll play a fun game."
"...Which is what."
"We each take one end. And we try to kiss each other around it."
You peer skeptically at the dildo. It's gotta be 14, 15 inches long. She wants you to make the entire thing disappear down your mouths? Impossible...
"Here we go, ok?"
She hoists it up between the two of you and opens her mouth expectantly. You know she won't be deterred, so you might as well get it over with. Here goes nothing.
You get your lips around the rubbery head of the cock a second time. Rose mewls in delight, and then copies you. She keeps the dildo held around the middle to brace it for a few moments as you each slowly, gently, sink it into the confines of your mouths. But once you've both got a few inches in you, she lets go of it, so that it hangs suspended in the air between your lips -- just a long pink shaft connecting you with your older sister. Your eyes meet. Though her mouth is well and truly occupied, her eyes shine, doing all her smiling for her. She literally could not be happier right now, gagging herself on a double dildo with her imouto. She laces her fingers through your hair, holding the back of your head again. You mirror her, not wanting to let her have all the control. As you pull each other even closer, forcing each other to deepthroat this ersatz dick, you begin to retch again. Both of you. But you're both prepared for it, and you're moving more slowly this time to keep from passing out. At this proximity, you can smell your sister, her candy scent, the sweet aroma of her arousal. You're beyond hot -- you need to cum, and soon.
You snake your other hand towards your drooling, needy pussy. But Rose, that horny little sister-raping slut, swats your hand away. She grabs your wrist and guides your fingers instead towards her own cunt, her turned-in cunt lips and fat engorged clit. All the while she presses harder and harder against the back of your head, forcing you deeper onto the cock. When you begin to masturbate her pussy for her like she obviously wants, she sighs through her choking and writhes against you. Then, returning the favor, she gets her fingers into your pussy.
You half-moan, half-scream straight into the merciless pink head of the plastic cock. Your sister begins to molest you, again, just like you knew she wanted to. Jilling each other off and helping each other sink a giant cock into your gullets, you squirt your cum together, all over the mattress between you -- and all over each other. You cum like geysers on each other.
You were skeptical. But as it turns out, big sister knows best. The length of the pink shaft between your lips is getting shorter and shorter, going from inches, to centimeters, to millimeters. With a final heave of determination, Rose surges bodily forward, and slips the last of the dildo's length down into her experienced cocksucking hole of a mouth. She hiccups, deeply, from down in her diaphragm, but the job is done; together, you've made it disappear.
You cum again, wetly, around her curious fingers. With your lips distended by the cock, the way you and Rose kiss each other is a bit awkward, but lewd and loving all the same. You press your mouths together and make out with each other, two sisters with a plastic cock nestled firmly down your throats. The only sound in the room is you and her occasionally gagging at random -- and in the background, the continuous wet, slurping sound of you playing in each other's cunts.
---
You leave Rose semi-conscious on her bed. Rose might have "trained" with you, and she may have wrung a few messy orgasms out of your pussy, but it didn't sate you. Not by a long shot. Rather, all that incestuous sexplay, and the barrage of sexual images you saw earlier -- and the experience you had with Vivian before that -- rather than leaving you content, it left you in terrible need. Boldly, you step forth from Rose's bedroom, still nude, your pussy drooling openly down your thin thighs. You trot lightly towards Alabaster's bedroom. You rub your belly near your navel. You're so empty inside. Ever since Alabaster fucked you, you've been obsessed with that feeling he gave you, the feeling of being full to the very brim, and you need it again at any cost. You don't even care anymore if someone sees you walking around the halls wet and bare naked like a slut. Everyone else here is a slut too, so why not you? You're on your way to get fucked... to get cum squirted up inside you... so what if anyone knows it?
When you open Alabaster's bedroom door, he isn't in yet. Rather, on his bed, is his wife: Rose2. The real Rose2, the snotty bitch who deserves that humiliating name. And she's engaged in a fittingly humiliating pastime. She lies on her back, naked from the waist up, massive cow tits on display; she browses her phone, the pale light illuminating her passive face. Her skirt is hitched up, and she isn't wearing panties. With her other hand, she fingers her own ass -- knuckle deep, alternating between using two and three fingers at a time. Just lying there anally masturbating like a pig. Is she looking at porn? You wonder. Or maybe keeping herself ready for Alabaster. That thought makes you shiver. Does Alabaster like it the Greek way, too? Would Alabaster's cock fit inside you, up there?
Rose2 doesn't realize that you aren't her lawfully wedded husband. Not even glancing up, she begins: "Alabaster... did you see the stock market today? Our portfolios are taking a real--"
"What's the deal here?" You ask. "Are you checking to make sure the stick is still lodged up there?"
Rose2 drops her phone and throws her skirt down over her naked lower half again. She tries, unsuccessfully given her proportions, to cover her tits with a forearm. "What the fuck are you doing in here!!" She pauses, aghast, and adds: "Why the fuck are you naked!"
You relish the way horniness has stolen your shame; rather than covering up, you show off. You arch your back severely, hips jutting out. You stretch one arm straight above your head like a kid in class eager to give the answer, bracing the locked elbow with your other hand. "I'm exploring my new digs. Hey, I didn't know you were so into getting off with your ass. That's pretty freaky. Do you think, on balance, that playing with your own asshole subverts or perpetuates rape culture?"
Rose2 gets onto all fours and sneers at you. "Get out of my fucking room. Piece of shit."
"Whoa nelly. I was told that this is Alabaster's room. Am I wrong?"
"It's our room. We're married."
"You love to point that out, don't you? How married you two are."
Rather than leaving, you step deeper into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. You sit at Alabaster's computer chair. Your naked pussy touches the leather seat, and you think about how many times he's probably nutted here to some truly depraved porno. Rose2, too, now that you think of it. Her eyes follow you, full of aggression.
"What do you think you're doing here," she says flatly.
"I was thinking that I'd sleep here tonight... and most nights, really."
"That is not going to happen."
"Haha. Says who? Says you?"
"Yes."
"I'm thinking it's gonna be a 2-to-1 vote. Isn't democracy cool? Even if you think you should win, sometimes you end up losing..."
"This is not a democracy," Rose2 says. "Get out."
You wheel around and pull up Alabaster's browser. You page through the history. "Wonder what kind of fucked up shit you two look at when the lights are out." You scroll. "...Whoa. ... Whooaaa. ... Oh, shit. ... Oh SHIT. ... Wow, that's not legal, is it? ... Ohhh man."
Rose2 is looming over you, now. You wheel back around and look up at her, sitting in her shadow. Hey, at least she isn't worried about letting you see those tits of hers anymore. They're pretty cute, albeit shamefully huge.
You smirk. "What I wanna know is, which of you two is into erotic asphyxiation. There's so much of it in the history here..."
"Both of us."
"You might be an even bigger freak than your mom is. Did you know that your mom has a sex dungeon in her basement? True story. Super cool. I've only ever seen shit like that in Rose's Jap cartoons."
Rose2 gets her hand wrapped around your throat. Her arm fully extended, she exerts unmerciful pressure, and shuts off your airway. You grasp at her, clawing uselessly at her hand. She tilts her head and gauges the way you react to being choked. "Should I choke you harder?" She asks mockingly.
Somehow, this feels like deja vu. Have you been in this situation before?
"N-n-nn--" You sputter.
She lets go, steps back. Your heart is fluttering in your chest.
"You're such a cunt," you snarl.
She spits on you. Right on your face.
You grab a kleenex from the box on the desk and wipe yourself off. You'll let that one pass. She's a violent girl, don't want to provoke her. Instead, you play a different angle, to get under her skin. "Look, you and Alabaster want to play house, right? What's wrong with adding a third, then?" You bat your eyelashes and put on your best red-riding-hood voice: "Couldn't a mommy and daddy use a little girl to take care of?"
Rose2 takes another step back. "Oh my god. Gross. So gross."
"You're not into it?" You pout. But of course she isn't, and that's the point. "Bummer."
"I'm going to be back soon," Rose2 tells you, slipping herself into a blouse, sans bra. "And when I get back, I expect you to be gone."
"Okay. Sure."
She stops, one half of the blouse still hanging off of her, arm not in the sleeve. She blinks at you. "...Yeah? O-okay. Okay then. Good."
"I mean, it's a free country. You can expect whatever you want to expect. No matter how unrealistic."
She grunts in anger and finishes getting dressed.
You try the innocent babe voice, again. "Oh please don't be mad. I don't know any better..."
She stomps out.
Alone, you stand, and stumble towards the bed, and crawl into it. It's warm where Rose2 was lying. It smells like her and Alabaster. Rose2 might be a stupid cunt, but she's pretty, and she smells nice. Alabaster too, of course, in his own gross way. It's weirdly comforting to lie here in their marital bed, where they sleep together. You were only half joking about playing house with them -- and three quarters serious. You think of the dynamic of it. Rose2 would be usually nice, but you wouldn't (would) want to upset her -- Alabaster would be usually stern, but secretly nicer than his wife. You'd kind of like it.
You turn onto your side and peer into the full-length mirror on Alabaster's closet door. You admire your own naked body. You're a very small girl -- Vivian was right. And like her, you enjoy that about yourself. You enjoy the smallness of you. And you also, vainly, adore your lower orifices. How small and how smooth they are, too. You know that just about any straight guy on the planet would trip over himself to fuck you. You mimic the stance you saw that Smatters girl adopt earlier -- hiking one leg way up, to part your twat and anus for the mirror. You hold your ankle and leer at the reflection. You're so fucking wet. You hope Alabaster will be back soon.
You think to try what Rose2 was doing earlier. You lick your index finger and circle it around your pale, puckered asshole. It's sensitive. You've never seriously considered what it would be like, doing it that way. Would it hurt, would it feel good? This feels good, anyway, just tickling yourself down there. You push against the rubbery resistance, and hiss in pain as your finger slips past, into the hot and vicelike interior. That Alabaster, he's such a fucking prick. You begin to slide your finger in and out, faster and faster. He fucks you, steals your virginity... you add a second finger, probing the already stretched circumference of your anus. He promises to make you his sex friend... then he drops you like a sack of rocks without so much as a thank you. What an asshole. What a useless piece of garbage. You bite your lip and sigh as you get the second finger seated in your teeny asshole.
"F-fuck me..." you whimper to yourself, flashes of obscene imagery dancing through your mind. You try to make your voice high and pinched-off. He likes that, doesn't he? The little girl act. "Fuck me, please... please, daddy? Please? I really need it..."
Voices from the hallway. "No, Whitney -- no. I'm not sleeping in the same bed with that weird half-furry."
"Oh! So she's good enough to cum in, but not good enough to sleep with!"
"Basically."
"You're such a stuck-up prude, Ally! Geez! Samantha's our pet now. We have to take care of her..."
"She's your pet. You take care of her. Anyway, Rose is gonna smack my shit in if she finds out I spent the night balls deep in bunny pussy."
"You're so fucking whipped. God."
"Go suck my cum out of Samantha and get some sleep. We've got like five hours before we need to be at the morning meeting."
"You'll sleep with her tomorrow!"
"Whatever."
You're frozen in trepidation and surprise. You're lying there naked on Alabaster's bed, one leg raised skyward, cunt and ass open for anyone to see. And then he's opening the door -- stopping at the threshold, eyes the size of planetoids.
You slowly lower your leg and divert your gaze.
Alabaster steps the rest of the way in and gently shuts the door behind him. "I'm gonna try not to look a gift horse in the mouth here," he says.
---
"Masters!!" Samantha cries with joy. She loops her fingers through the white wire bars of her kennel. She fixes her attention on you. "My name is Samantha Smatters! Maybe you remember cumming inside me! Ms. Whitney hired me to be everyone's live-in bunny onahole!"
You're beyond words.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Whitney asks, feigning displeasure.
"Oh!" Samantha pips. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" Still on all fours, she turns in a semicircle. She hikes one of her legs up, way up, like a dog about to urinate, and presses her bare foot against the place where where the cage's wall and ceiling meet. Her dainty toes grip the bars just like her fingers did moments prior. With Samantha in this lewd position, you see that she's been naked from the waist down all along. Presenting herself like this, her smooth and glistening lower holes drift partway open. Her anus and her cottontail alike twitch invitingly. "Do you want to dump your load, master?" She asks.
You wipe the sweat from your brow. "What are you paying this poor woman to do this?" You marvel.
"Ms. Whitney is paying me with a place to live and lots of dick to cum on!" Samantha says, enthusiastic, still presenting herself.
"Great," you mumble. "So you sold me off as a signing bonus."
"Why just you?" Whitney says, laughing. "Samantha's a cumdump. I was thinking I could give her away as a party favor for all our execs at company functions..."
You're not sure whether you approve. But your dick lurches in your pants of its own volition. Unfortunately, before you can disrobe and give Samantha the payment she so craves -- from behind, you hear footsteps. Amber is approaching with Mom close behind, taking the grand tour from Rose2.
"Alabaster," Mom begins, "We just got in, and I was t-- ghh-- what!!!"
Amber breaks into peals of uncontrollable laughter. Rose2 is too stunned to speak.
Samantha turns back around and grabs the cage again. Her voice strains with adoration and excitement. "Even more masters? Oh my goodness! Hello!"
"S-Samantha?" Mom sputters.
"Scarlett?!"
"What are you d--" Mom looks from her, to Whitney, to you, and can't find an emotion to settle on. Bafflement, anger, raw shock... allurement?
"Don't forget your manners now," Whitney needles.
"Oh!" She locks eyes with Mom. "I am this residence's live-in cum receptacle! Do you want to use me? My mouth is very skilled!" She lets her jaw hang open and her tongue loll wetly out. Thick strands of saliva spiderweb between her incisors and roll down off the tip of her little pink tongue. She sits there like that, expression vacant, mouth awaiting anything any of you care to put in it.
Mom spins and practically runs away; her two daughters follow, one still laughing, the other stuttering. Whitney is already stripping. "You wanna go deal with that?" She asks. "Or try out the new toy?"
You know where your priorities lie. You tug at your tie and get it undone, simultaneously kicking free of your socks.
"Thank you!" Samantha says. "Cum inside me lots, ok!"
"Crazy slut," you grunt.
"Yes!" She agrees.
Whitney is undoing the lock on the outside of the cage. She reaches in and takes Samantha's hand in hers, guiding her out into the room beyond. "You don't mind if I use you too, right?" She asks Samantha.
Samantha hops up onto Whitney's California king bed and rises to her knees. "I don't mind," she tells her. "I am free for anyone's use. I am a toilet for cumming inside!"
Whitney pets Samantha's long, wavy hair. "Good bunny," she says approvingly. Samantha closes her eyes, coos and nuzzles Whitney's chest, enjoying the attention.
Naked and throbbingly erect, you step forward towards her. You're less tender. You command simply: "suck," and point at your jutting cock.
"Yes master," Samantha says submissively. She stares at your cock the way a bride stares at her groom on the wedding day. Pure, unbridled love and devotion in her dewy eyes. She unhooks a clasp on the back of her latex bunny suit, and her massive udders flop free, the fat nipples puffy but erect. She wraps the succulent tit meat around your cockshaft. You throw your head back and let out a low, sensual moan of enjoyment. She's so hot, all over -- even her tits are searingly hot. It's like she's in a constant state of fever. And then you feel wetness pooling in your foreskin -- glancing back down, you see Samantha drooling onto the head of your cock, a long laminar stream from the bottom of her lip.
"Get on all fours," Whitney says. "I wanna lick your ass."
Samantha will never say no to anything anyone tells her to do. She obeys the command.
She hugs your waist to steady herself so she can keep servicing you orally, even as Whitney dives in. You pet her just as Whitney did moments before. Her bunny ears feel oddly lifelike and you can't discern a headband. When you tug one of them testingly, she squeaks in apparent pain. "Please no, master," she begs.
Her plea is a bit heart-rending, so you return to petting her instead. She whimpers her happiness.
Up and down she humps her breasts on your cock, pressing them against your crotch with all her weight. Their meaty, jiggly, damp and sweating confines bring you strange pleasures you've never experienced. Whitney is making a racket behind her, moaning gutterally as she eats Samantha out. Voice half smothered by the fleshy ass she's got her tongue buried in, she moans: "she tastesh sho fucking goood... ohh my fuckhing god..."
"You taste really good too, master!" Samantha tells you. "And you smell so good! And your cock is so big and fat, and it leaks so much cock juice!"
"Oh fuck," you grunt.
"Please put lots of cock semen in my horny pussy tonight! Fuck my mouth... but save your cum for my womb... mate with my raw cunt, please!"
With that appeal, she opens up again, and swallows your dick to the root. Down, down, down she sinks -- all the way, and doesn't gag even a bit. Your knees knock and you struggle not to fall. Her throat is like a cunt of its own, so soft, and grippy, and wet -- and like the rest of her, so warm it nearly burns. You begin to fuck back and forth, screwing her mouth. It sounds just like when you use a rubber onahole. She has no resistance whatsoever, doesn't cough, or sputter. Nothing. You just slide easily back and forth like masturbating in a cocksleeve. That's what she is, after all: a cocksleeve. So this really isn't sex at all, it's just masturbation. She's a masturbation device, exactly as she told you.
Whitney, her face shiny with cum from Samantha's hot pussy, grins up at you. She keeps Samantha's ass spread wide with both hands, and laughs: "What do you think? Best pet on Earth, or what?"
"Y-yeah..." you agree, voice weak. You're about to lose your nut. But you want to oblige Samantha's request; you want to breed with her.
"Fuck, Ally," Whitney moans. Her voice is shaky. "You're gonna blow your load, aren't you?"
You nod.
"You wanna do it inside her cunt?"
You nod again. As always, you and Whitney are simpatico.
Whitney makes way for you. You pull from Samantha's mouth with a wet slurp and get onto the bed, circling around. Samantha gets twitchy all over with anticipation. It's warm and humid in this bedroom, especially with all the body heat that sex produces, but Samantha is shivering like she's in the middle of the arctic. Whitney guides Samantha onto her back and climbs over top of her, bare cunt hovering over Samantha's face, gazing down at the spot where you'll soon be mating with this rabbity slut. Helpfully, Whitney uses both hands to spread Samantha's sopping labia open for you. "Fuck her," Whitney says, voice pervertedly husky. "Fuck her full of cum..."
You sink in. You've fucked this whore once before, but despite that, you can't believe how good it feels. It's a feeling beyond pleasure, beyond relief, beyond sexual gratification. Something like nirvana. You feel it all the way down to your toes, and all the way up to the crown of your head. Her overheated pussy is a purpose-made cumdump without compare. Human, rabbit, whatever -- it doesn't matter. All she really is, is a hole. A hole for your cock to pound and cum in.
Whitney is rubbing her cunt on Samantha's face as she watches you fuck. "Oh god, Ally, her tongue is so good... fuuuu-uuuck~" her voice goes high and she sways, threatening to faint. She grabs your ass to keep from falling over. Woozy, she gazes longingly up at you, cheek pressed to your abdomen. Her eyes are afire. Simultaneously she presses you deeper into the intimate reaches of Samantha's toilet cunt. "Breed her... cum in her... yesss!"
You make an incoherent, rumbling growl, like an ape, and empty your balls inside Samantha Smatters' bunny pussy. Samantha shrieks her orgasm directly into Whitney's genitals; and Whitney, going off now too, squirts all over Samantha's little face.
When it's over, Samantha, enervated, curls up on the bed -- right in the middle of the cummy mess you all made. She looks as comfortable as can be as she paws at the mattress, wiggles around a bit, and dozes off in the middle of the slop.
You pull your pants and shirt back on, stumble into the hallway on shaky legs.
"Hey--" Whitney says. "Wait. Aren't you gonna stay in bed us?"
"No -- no, I'm not," you pant.
"What the heck! What is this? Pump and dump? You gotta sleep with her too -- you'll hurt her feelings if you don't!"
"No, Whitney -- no. I'm not sleeping in the same bed with that weird half-furry."
Whitney is on your heels, stomping after you down the hall. "Oh! So she's good enough to cum in, but not good enough to sleep with!"
"Basically."
"You're such a stuck-up prude, Ally! Geez! Samantha's our pet now. We have to take care of her..."
"She's your pet. You take care of her. Anyway, Rose is gonna smack my shit in if she finds out I spent the night balls deep in bunny pussy."
"You're so fucking whipped. God."
"Go suck my cum out of Samantha and get some sleep. We've got like five hours before we need to be at the morning meeting."
"You'll sleep with her tomorrow!"
"Whatever."
You open your door, but you don't even take a step into your room before the sight you see stops you dead.
Amber slowly lowers her leg and glances away.
You collect your bearings again and peek back out into the hall to make sure Whitney didn't see. Thankfully, she's already halfway back to her room. You step the rest of the way in and gently shut the door behind you. You study Amber's delicate, naked -- and obviously aroused -- body. "I'm gonna try not to look a gift horse in the mouth here," you say.
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"Where is Rose?" Alabaster asks.
You rub the outside of your thigh, still unable to meet his gaze. "She stormed off. She didn't wanna play with me."
"Should I ask why you're lying there like that?"
You gulp. All the brashness that being horny gave you has withered away under the cold reality of Alabaster's confused eyes. This was a little forward, even for you. But the jig is up, so you may as well try something bolder still. You raise your leg again, the way it was before, showing off your holes to him the way you know he likes. Still staring at the bedsheets, timbre trembling, you tell him: "Well... I... wanna play."
You hear the jangle of his belt buckle coming undone and the zip of his zipper. Then the depression at the foot of the bed, of his weight settling down.
"Where do you want it?" He demands.
"Here... please, right here." You point at your little cunt, and finally meet his eyes. "Please... please fuck me. I need your cock in me so bad..."
He turns you around onto your back and pries your legs apart, wide apart, akimbo. He's rough and somehow gentle at once. You can't stop him anymore, you wouldn't be able to if you tried. He's staring intently down at your face, brow furrowed.
"I might take a little longer than normal," he says. "I just went."
"Good..." you pant. "Good."
"Are you ready?"
You nod.
He presses forward, and sinks his cock into you. This is what you missed. That full feeling, way up deep inside. So lewd and obscene, but loving... so hard, but weirdly soft, too... so wet and squishy and tingly. You breathe hard through your mouth, throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him. He kisses you back. You lock your ankles around his waist, to keep him held fast, and ensure that he doesn't even think of not finishing inside you. He has to finish inside you. All the other girls get to feel him finish inside them. So you should get to taste that pleasure, too. It's the best...
"What... what should I call you?" You ask him dreamily.
"Alabaster is fine," he says -- distracted, fucking you fully now with long, deep strokes.
"That's no fun. Everyone calls you that, or Ally... I want to call you something special..."
He doesn't respond, just keeps fucking. Such a one-track mind when his cock gets all hard... it's like it controls him... and everyone around him... you included.
"You liked mister, didn't you?" You prod. He picks up the pace, almost imperceptibly, but he's definitely fucking you harder now. You wiggle against him, enjoy the scruffy feeling of his pubic hair, the wet union of your crotches mashing into each other. "How about big brother?" You pull him towards your face, kiss his cheek. He nips at your neck, moans sweetly into your shoulder. His ass is a blur as he fucks on top of you and ruins your young little cunt. As he messes you up inside. You lick his ear. You whisper softly, breath hot: "...daddy?"
His chin, against your shoulder, chatters -- he shivers. His whole body tenses. He grabs you by the back of the head with both strong hands. The sound of his cock in you becomes almost deafening, the wet splashing and slapping of it, his thighs colliding against yours on every thrust. You're gonna bruise -- you're gonna be sore. Of course you're gonna be sore after daddy fucks you. That's the price you pay to make his cock feel good... and to make yourself feel good, too, at that spot nestled deep inside. The spot in your womb that gets all itchy, and can only be scratched by a cock as big and hot and hard as his -- that can only be scratched by having his cock belch its boiling hot cum all over it.
"Oh, what the fuck, Alabaster." It's Rose2's voice. Returned at the absolute worst possible moment.
"Shut up," Alabaster says between jagged breaths, not even looking back.
"What are you doing?"
"The fuck does it look like," he snarls.
She gets up onto the bed on her knees, right near the left side of your face, and watches, disapproving. You look up at her. From your perspective directly beneath her, she seems enormous, and frightening. But you're so awash in pleasure, you don't worry about angering her. You just say: "he's fucking me... he's reee-aaally fucking me... I'm so happy..."
Rose2, maybe touched by the tone of your voice, softens her hard expression. She watches your face as Alabaster uses you. She goes from upset, to placid, to somewhat interested.
"How do you like it?" She asks after a while of watching Alabaster rut in you.
"I loooove it."
"It doesn't hurt?"
"No... it feels so, SO good."
She takes your hand in both of hers and clasps it gently. She holds your hand while Alabaster fucks you. It's lovely -- motherly.
"Do you want to make me feel good, too?" She finally asks.
So that's what it is. Not motherly at all. She selfishly wants to take her pleasure from you, too, like her husband is. That's okay, though. You nod.
She swings her legs up and over your head, squats down, braces her hands against her meaty upper thighs. She instructs you as if you don't know what you're doing: "I'm going to sit on your face... kiss my pussy like you kiss someone on the mouth, okay? Use your tongue inside me... lick me all over. I'll feel real good if you do that."
"Okay."
She does exactly what she said she would. And you do exactly what she told you to do. You kiss and lick and suckle her all over. You taste her smooth, wet pussy. Her juices flow like nectar to the back of your throat. All the while, Alabaster's fat spongy cock is plowing in and out of your bruised, battered interior... are they making love to you? Are they raping you? You can't honestly tell.
Holding her thighs apart, you peer up at Rose2's now adoring face. She has a hand cupped to her cheek, another under the heft of her enormous breasts. She's flushed and sweaty. You get enough air to ask: "C-can... can I sleep in here tonight? Please?"
She pets you. At the same time, she mashes her cunt to your lips and nose, to shut you up. "Sure~" she purrs. "If you keep us happy, then sure..."
Alabaster is getting increasingly frenzied and rough inside you. Rose2 turns 180 degrees to face him. You can't see, eyes blotted out by Rose2's jiggly ass, nose brushing up against her asshole, tongue lapping obediently at her slimy pussy. But you're pretty certain the two of them are smiling at each other -- somehow you sense that. And then you hear them kissing. How nice. You hope they're getting off as hard as you. Oh -- they are. You feel the hot, almost painful pulse of Alabaster's cock expanding then contracting inside you, over and again. Then the warm gooey rhythmic splurts against your interior walls... yes, that's it... there's that itch getting scratched, all right... oh god, you're cumming. And so is Rose2, she's cumming all over your fucking face. Alabaster is grunting into her mouth and she's squirting like a pissing animal all over you. All the while, what feels like whole quarts of semen slosh around in your now-spoiled little cuntlet. You could not be more fulfilled, than you are right now.