Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  I'd have recoiled in shock and disgust if she hadn't grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and held me.

  "Say 'thank you'."

  I opened my mouth but couldn't force the words out. She crouched down until we were at eye level, leaned forward and licked the spit from my face. It could have been kindness, I guess, but it felt horrible, invasive and shameful, and just when I was trying to figure out how to deal with it her fingers reached my wet cunt and started stroking it, never penetrating, just coating her hand with my juices. I whimpered, pushing my cunt towards her.

  Sarani laughed. "There's just no stopping you, is there? Look at the mess you made." She held up her glistening fingers for me to see. The scent of my own cunt was undeniable, and I couldn't even pull away from it, the way she held me. She wiped her wet fingers against my face, then held them up to my mouth. "Lick them clean. Impress me, and maybe I'll let you lick my cunt too."

  There is an art to sucking a woman's fingers. You want to do it so well, so thoroughly, and with enough gentle pressure that they can't help but start imagining what it would be like to have a cock. It's one of my biggest turn-ons. It's nonsensical, of course. You can't make her come by sucking her fingers, but by putting everything you have into it, you can make it a demonstration of your willingness to serve, a proof of your skills, a tease and a promise all in one.

  I licked her fingers, taking them into my mouth one after the other, sucking them, playing with my tongue, careful to keep my teeth away. I could tell that she liked it from the way she allowed me to linger over the task, sucking, kissing and licking long after any trace of my pussy juice was gone.

  "Enough." Her voice was hoarse. She stepped back and eased her jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them. Her cunt was covered in curly brown hair, and I was close enough to see that I wasn't the only one getting off on this. I drank in the sight of her, muscular calves, the soft, pale hairs on her legs, the long, thin scar on her left thigh, her flat stomach.

  "Please, ma'am," I whispered. "Let me taste you. I want to touch you so bad."

  "What part of 'I decide if you get to speak' don't you understand?" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I could smell her strong, musky scent. I wanted to grab her thighs and bury my face between her legs, but the belt held my arms firmly trapped behind my back.

  "You're just a toy, Nielsen. You think I give a damn what you want?" She straddled me so that he cunt was inches away from my face. "Stick out your tongue."

  I obeyed. She brushed her cunt against my tongue, damp and hot like a fever, her curly hairs tickling my nose and lips. I whimpered as she began rubbing against me, using my face like toy to get her off. I was used to licking pussy, but this was something different. My knees were aching, and my neck was starting to hurt from craning, but she held me fixed in place, hand tangled in my hair, legs on either side of me. I struggled to breathe as she smothered me with her cunt and the taste of her filled my mouth. My whole face was covered in her juices, and as she began to groan and grind her cunt harder against my face I heard myself whimpering and moaning in response, my empty pussy desperate for stimulation.

  I have never felt as used in my life.

  She shuddered when she came, and I felt the tension melt out of her body as she released my hair and took a step back. I swallowed thickly, licking my lips. I knew I must look a mess, face all flushed, sticky and glistening with her juices, with pubic hair in my mouth.

  I expected her to mock me for it, but she turned her back on me like I wasn't even there and began to get dressed. She put on her boxers and jeans and pulled her hair back in the usual neat ponytail.

  I made a distraught noise, and she shot my a glance over my shoulder. "What? Were you expecting me to fuck you now?"

  There was so much condescension in her voice that I blushed. She sat down at the lower bunk and pulled on her boots, giving me these considering glances.

  "Oh, what the hell." Sarani snapped her fingers at me. "Get over here."

  I went to her on my knees, arms still tied together behind my back. In truth, it didn't even occur to me to get up, and she probably would have snapped my head off if I'd tried.

  Sarani wiped my mouth with the back of her hand, then looked at her hand and grimaced. "You need a shower." She wiped her fingers across my chest, making me feel even more filthy. Still I couldn't help but lean into the touch. A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She stroked my breasts, first one, then the other, running her nails over my nipples, making them harden.

  "Did I ever mention what my favorite game is?"

  I looked up at her, questioning. She tugged at my nipples, squeezing and rolling them between her fingers, alternating between making me gasp in pleasure and wince in pain.

  "Tease and denial." She grinned at the look on my face. "Imagine what it would be like to feel like this, all the time? To dream of sex every night? To wake up and find yourself grinding your cunt against the mattress? To not be able to think of anything other than being pounded by a thick, hard cock, having all your holes filled, being covered in cum and begging for more?"

  She kicked my legs apart and placed one foot between my thighs, pressing the steel-capped toe against my cunt. I grunted and very carefully did not move, watching her with desperate, pleading eyes.

  "You're lucky I need you to be able to focus tonight. So, here's the deal. When I say 'go', you're going to rub your cunt against my boot and make yourself come. We both know you're nothing but a whore, so there's not point in trying to keep the noise down. But this is the only time I'll ever let you off the hook this easy. If you play with me again, you'll learn what it means to have to work for your pleasure. All right?"

  I nodded, too desperate and horny to think beyond the possibility that there might be another time with her.

  "Go."

  That was all the encouragement I needed. I fucked myself on her boot as she watched me, amused by the way I writhed and moaned, digging my nails into the palms of my hands. It didn't take long for me to come.

  She ran her fingers through my hair. "Well done, Nielsen. I'm pleased with you."

  ***

  It took me a while to clean myself up. After making sure that I was okay and there was nothing I needed, Sarani kissed me and left me alone, only pausing in the doorway to tell me that she hadn't had as much fun in months.

  There was no shower in the cabin, but I went into the bathroom and washed myself at the sink, replaying the events of the night over and over in my head. There were some bruises on my arms, thighs and back, but nothing that would show under my clothes. I was suddenly ravenously hungry.

  When I got back downstairs, Wygotzki and Cherkov greeted me with wolf whistles and a round of applause that made me want to sink through the floor. Cherkov slapped my back and I fought to hide the wince. Over his shoulder, Sarani grinned at me.

  "There's some sandwiches on the counter. We're moving out in thirty minutes."

  "Got it," I said.

  I finished three sandwiches in a matter of minutes, earning myself another impressed whistle.

  "Hey, Nielsen?"

  I looked up. Sarani pulled something from her front pocket and held it out to me. It was the cigarette she'd confiscated earlier.

  "Go ahead," she said with a nod. "You've earned it."

  She leaned over and lit it for me, and I sat back and closed my eyes, taking a deep drag. No cigarette had ever tasted as sweet.

  The End.

  Mikko, Fit to be Tied

  Mikko had not been kidding about moving here. Not only did they move here but they moved only a few houses down from ours. It was nice to have them local as I had grown so weary of the travel needed to see them. My wife h and Mikko had grown to become good friends although my wife, Thanh, was cautious given Mikko's unconventional way of dressing herself. My wife was more of a traditional Asian woman and did not understand what Mikko was trying to accomplish dressing that way.

  Mikko was chronically pressing me to repeat
my performance with her with various innuendos. I had never cheated on my wife but I did feel guilty. Mikko's words echoed through my head constantly. Although I did feel guilty she was quite possibly the best fuck of my life. I was clearly on the fence as to what I should do in regards to the situation. Mike was actually hoping it would happen again. He thought it was hilarious as he has known about Mikko's dark desires for quite some time. He was certainly not the jealous type either. He told me how for the next week Mikko was as hot as a cat on a hot tin roof!

  A few weeks had passed and my life had returned to some sense of normalcy. My wife had arranged a party in which I was hoping Mikko and Mike might attend. Mike had to work that night and my wife was not really interested in inviting Mikko. Our guests arrived and when were having drinks, I received the phone call.

  My wife Thanh answered. "Honey, its Mikko sounds like something is really wrong."

  I picked up the phone and heard Mikko on the other end. She clearly sounded distressed. "You need to come here right away. They left...but...not sure when they will be back. Really need your help here. Can't even see what is going on. Please come now!"

  She hung up the phone and it was a dire situation. I told Thanh what happened and that I had to go for a while. She was in complete agreement. Although she was not invited she told me that I should bring her over. Her tone had truly scared us both.

  I ran down the street and the house was pitch black. It was perfect cover for whoever wished to do ill will to this house or anyone in it. I rang the doorbell and Mikko was nowhere to be seen. I rang it again and heard no one inside so I noticed the door was unlocked and wandered inside. I yelled Mikko's name and heard some stirrings upstairs.

  "I am up here. Come up." She pleaded.

  I made my way fumbling up the stairs as best I could. I used my cell phone as a kind of light but it was far too dark to see more than a few feet in front of me. Although it had been a short time that they had been living there it was well furnished. I could hear Mikkos pleas coming from behind her closed bedroom door. I came to the top of the stairs and opened the door. It was jet black inside, I could hear Mikko but I really could not see far into the room. I walked into the room and immediately tripped and fell on my face.

  "SON OF A BITCH" I yelled out as i slammed my head on the ground. I thought I heard Mikko chuckle a bit but I could have been hearing things too. "Whats the deal, why are you in here by yourself with no lights?"

  "I can't move at the moment. They turned off the lights. You need to get the flashlight on the nightstand by the door. Its the only thing on it you can't miss it."

  "Who is 'they' and are 'they' coming back." i questioned.

  "I will answer all your questions just get that flashlight we really need it."

  I walked back toward the door and searched the nightstand and sure enough I found it. I turned the switch and saw a strange bright glow come from it. An ominous buzz also filled the room. Then for sure I heard Mikko laugh and I realized why. It was all a scam and I should have known it. I dropped the 'flashlight' immediately.

  "Are you fucking with me MIKKO?! I mean REALLY?! You dragged me all the way down here to hold up your vib? I looked toward her direction and noticed she was spread eagle on the bed wearing nothing but blue stockings and black stiletto heels. It looked like she was tied up from post to post. "I was worried something really horrific happened and why the fuck are you tied up?! Now explain what is going on here for REAL!"

  "Well...lets see...Mike and his friend were here and I showed them my new toy. I told them I wanted to show them how it worked. Sooooo they said I was being a naughty slut again and they would teach me a lesson. Then they pinned me down and tied me up with the phone in my hand and ummmmm...oh yeah....the lights. They flipped the circuit breaker and left the door open for ya. So anyways, what you think about untying me and we fuck each others brains out in the bedroom. Mike would love it. You know he has told me for years how much you adore Asian women. How the two of you met in a strip club in Saigon. I was so thrilled when he said I can be your mistress. He told me you would use me like a good little fuck toy! He says your appetite for Asian women is...insatiable. Is that true?"

  She looked like the lawyer who knew they just tripped up the suspect into admitting something they did not want to admit. She squinted her eyes at me with a big grin on her face she did look adorable when she did that. "No doubt Mike and I had more than our fair share of girls back in the day. However, things are a little different now. I am trying to walk the straight and narrow. I promised Thanh no more women especially Asians. I have slipped here and there but you are making it very difficult for me."

  "Well, why didn't Thanh invite me to her party anyways?"

  "Because you have a bad habit of looking like you just came home from work from one of those Asian massage/fuck parlors."

  "Good point." she shrugged off the coment. "So take off your pants and let me do what I do best. You can not deny your attracted to me. I love being your little Asian fuck doll too. I would never refuse you even if its my time of the month, could still use my mouth. Maybe next time I can pretend to be a geisha or something...that would be hot?"

  "Ummmm...yeah...geisha girls are hot but you can keep the woman's time of the month stuff to yourself." I said with a laugh.

  She was very right about that one. I could not lie. Her whorish ways aside, almost every time I saw her made me want to slip my johnson into her tight fortune cookie. I was watching her body outstretched in what was now a clear moonlight night. She looked quite uncomfortable with her situation believe it or not. I guess this was one whore who liked to have control. I watched her stomach and tits heave in and out as she struggled with her bindings. Mike and his friend tied her up good that is for sure. She was secured even wrapped around the stomach with rope. Even tied and spread you could still see her magnificent rack. I thought back to how much she teased me and came up with a plan. I told her I would be back and went down and turned on the lights. I ran back upstairs into the bedroom and grabbed her toy and then pulled a chair next to the bed.

  "You love teasing me don't you?"

  "Oh yeah. I know I drive you fucking nuts. I would never have got you to fuck me in the first place if I dressed 'prim and proper'. So let me loose her because I am more than ready to go here. Its not right to leave your mistress all tied up. Don't you think?"

  "Nahhh, I am going to have some fun since you are so disobedient." I took off my pants and it had exactly the effect i wanted. She gazed longingly as I disrobed and then at the site of my semi erect cock. She even bite her lip in anticipation of getting to suck on me. "You are going to get teased now." I turned her vib on and went to town on her. I placed my thumb over her clit and rotated all around her lips. Immediately she reacted by attempting to move her legs up and down. I could hear her murmurs escaping her lips as she closed her eyes.

  "Mmmmmmm...ok...you want to play with your little fuck doll. Thats...OH MY...ohhhkkk with me." Every once in a while I still was noticing at her watching my cock as I watched her. I did want to fuck her here and now even after a few minutes of her playtime. But this was just too fun. She hummed and purred along with her glowing friend as it entered and exited her womanly crevice. I had never used a toy with such ferocity before. She did drive me insane on many levels, I did love fucking her but her constant teasing full well knowing I could not act on my impulses and had driven me over the edge.

  My hand reached over and began pulling at one of her sensitive nipples. I continued a very steady pace with her play toy with no intentions of stopping anytime soon. I wanted to see her loose control. It had been about fifteen minutes and I knew she wanted some manmeat but she was not close to loosing it quite yet. She was getting more and more moist by the minute but I wanted to show this whore what it feels like to get teased. I started jerking the glow stick as fast I could. She was in heaven all I could hear is her humming. "MOTHER FUCKERRRR...MMMMM...YOU ARE SOOOO BADDD!!!" she screamed. "Pleasssse let me.
..OH....MMMPPPHHH...suck your cock...promise...OHHHH...GOOD GIRL!!!" Looking at her face I was really not sure how much she could take. We had been at it a good forty minutes and i truly do know how much she enjoys touching.

  "You say you are my Asian mistress don't you my filthy whore?" Now was as good a time as any to give her a hard time both literally and figuratively. I could see her creaming on her toy. It was unclear exactly how many times she had cum. I had lost track and was hell bent on making her feel as teased as I had been.

  "UGGGHHHH...CALL..ME...YOUR...ASIAN FUCK DOLLL!!! She let out an ungodly scream and this time not only did she cream her toy but she squirted as well. Sweat flowed profusely from every pore on her body. Her chest was heaving as she panted like a greyhound after a race. I actually felt a little bad for teasing her so much so I pulled her toy out.

  "Mmmmmm, thank you so much. Please tell me you will untie me and shoot your man juice inside me again. I promise I won't be bad! I will do anything you ask just please I need it so bad. Sluts like me live to serve I need to service you. I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK RIGHT NOW!" I stood up and went to the foot of the bed and took of her heel and tickled her nyloned foot and she ripped the rope. She was cackling like a maniac. I guess she is ticklish. I stopped and grinned at her.

  "Oh god I hate you sometimes. You need to slide that thick white pole and pound my tight little Asian cunt until I cum again. I can see your pecker is more than ready because it is always hungry for Asian twat." Again she had no problem reminding me of my past indiscretions." I want another of your hot loads between my legs. I love watching your white goo cum out after you finished with me. You will take care of your mistress needs and she is getting mighty pissed!"

  By the time I had got to her hands I was very ready to get balls deep inside her. Her silky legs had locked around my back and she was completely filled just as she had desired. I clamped down and gave a little love bite to her neck then moved to her plump lips for a brief embrace I wanted to taste her tender tits this time though as I pumped her.