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DOMINATED BY MY WIFE’S BRAT
STRIP GAMES WITH MY FRIEND’S WIVES
SEXUAL SLAVERY FOR THE PRIEST’S FORGIVENESS
SLAVE RANCH: THE SEX SLAVE HUCOW
DOMINATED
BY
MY WIFE’S
BRAT
BY
ALICIA CASTELLE
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
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CHAPTER 1
Tiffany Williams watched her parents – well, mother and stepfather – quiz her over dinner with a disinterested stare. They were talking colleges and trying to get her to participate.
"Tiffany! I'm talking to you." Her mother half shouted across the table.
Tiffany rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"I know you're talking to me. I don't know what you want me to say. I've applied, my result is great. We're all just waiting for the acceptance letters or not. Talking about it over and over again anytime we're unfortunate enough to have dinner together is unnecessary." The food suddenly tasted like cardboard in her mouth.
"Tiffany!" Her mother paled.
"Ugh. Stop already." Tiffany considered leaving the table but she was really hungry.
"You used to loved English and Literature. You could at least pretend to be excited. That could be your major. I know you applied to an Ivy League school but even if you don't get that, some other smaller schools might take you. It doesn't really matter. We just want you to be excited about getting an education. That doesn't seem like too much for your mother and I to want from you, is it?" Her stepfather lectured.
"No it's not. I just want everybody to calm down and wait for the summer to be over. Let's know our options and the schools that I might or might not be going to in the fall. I just turned nineteen, you guys. That means for all intent and purposes that I'm an adult. I will choose what's best for me without hours and hours of boring conversation about it. Kay?"
Tiffany bit back a laugh at the way all of them seemed to ascribe her love of literature to a love of the subject. It was something else entirely. And he was sitting in the room. The man who was first her teacher before her mother fell in love with him and married him; her stepfather. His name was Zack Morgan and he was the hottest man Tiffany had ever seen. When he'd first started teaching their class, she'd switched to Literature and English just to have a chance to be close to him. Most of the girls in her class did the same and she didn't blame them. Just thinking about him now made her pussy moist. Where you'd expect a teacher to be a little fat and geeky he wasn't. He was ripped, had a beard with graying edges that looked sharp and was totally rocking this older guy look that made her fantasize about just what it meant to be a teacher's pet. She didn’t blame her mother for being smitten by him. Conversation at the dinner table fumbled to a stop as her parents finally allowed her to finish the mean in the quiet bliss of silence. A silence that only helped her wandering mind push fantasies of Zack bending her over the desk and fucking her go further and further until she could feel his hot breaths on her skin and the fullness of his cock pushing deeply inside her. Tiffany held her thighs tightly together and struggled to keep from moaning. She needed to be alone to see to her needs. Abruptly she pushed herself back from the table and her hunger morphed into a hunger for Zack's cock.
"Thank you for the meal."She managed to push out past her throat. Her voice sounded strangled and throaty, even to her own ears.
"Are you alright sweetie? You're looking a little flushed." Her mother asked with a frown.
"I'm fine. Just tired. I'm going to head to bed, see you guys tomorrow morning." As she spoke she was grabbing her dirty plates and prepping them for the dishwasher. As soon as she was done she moved so fast, it felt like a blink before she was upstairs on her room. She was glad Zack hadn’t looked in her direction the entire time. He seemed engrossed in something on his plate. But Tiffany knew the reason.
A few months after he became her stepfather, and the realization of the implications for her fantasies made her realize she was never going to get him, she had had a tremendous stroke of fortune.
She had found some old news clippings when she was working on a class project. At an obscure corner in one of them was a much younger Zack. She immediately recognized the nose and double chin. He even had his characteristic grin on. The odd thing was it was a mugshot and it was for a convicted criminal in a case of kidnapping gone wrong. She knew right then that she had struck gold.
It had taken very little more than showing him a copy of the clipping and Tiffany explaining in clear details what she intended doing with it; showing her mother for one and making sure the entire school had a copy on their phones. A shaking Zack had asked her for what she wanted and she had stated it clearly. He had asked for some time to settle into the new family and Tiffany oddly had agreed. But now, she knew she could wait no longer.
Tiffany stripped, staring at herself in the mirror. She was an attractive girl with long legs and double D tits that defied gravity. The laces edges of her stocking teased the high edges of her thighs brushing against the opening of her thong covered pussy. She sat on her bed and reached into a drawer. Under a pile of sleeping shirts, her hand circled around her dildo. Slowly she stripped out of her bra, feeling her nipples tightened in the cool air. Her skin felt hot. Her pussy felt achy and swollen. She came back from school as she had every week day, horny and unsatisfied. Watching Zack through the day was enough to have her running
into the bathroom randomly to put out the fire he started in her. Worse yet, he didn't seem to catch any of her dirty thoughts. No matter how much she tried to get him to pay attention, it was a lot like he wasn't just seeing her.
Moving her hands, Tiffany circled her tits kneading them slowly. She threw her head back and bit off a moan. In her head, it was his hands. Slowly she pressed her tits harder, pushing her fingers down to her nipples. The teasing wasn't enough. Her body screamed out for more. The fantasy changed. As her hands slid down her full mounds she tugged on her nipples roughly, quickly. The pain dragged all the way from the tips of her tits all the way to her dripping pussy. She tugged harder, rougher. She imagined Zack sitting across from her on the bed, watching her as she roughly pleasured herself.
"Fucking pull on them. Tug them until their red and swollen enough to fill up my mouth." His rough voice seemed to say.
Tiffany moaned in response. Her legs spread wide open as his hooded gaze went to her pussy and ignited with animal lust. He licked his lips and Tiffany felt the slide of his tongue all the way to the tight bud of her aching clit.
"Oh fuck!" She moaned as she imagine Zack crawl across the bed.
Her pussy spasmed and gushed. She wanted to feel his cock pumping into her. Raw, hard and hot. She picked up her dildo and jammed it into her folds as he grabbed and stuffed his hot cock into her. The feel of her pussy, so full blended fantasy into reality. It was not the plastic cock filling her up but Zack's married cock. He grunted and he pumped into her pussy in hard pulsing strokes.
"You want my cock, you little cock slut don't you!"The words seemed to be punctuated by his deep strokes.
"Oh fuck yes! Give me your fucking cock. Put in my dirty twat. Fill me with your cum!" Tiffany groaned, jamming her pussy harder and harder on the dildo. Her tits bounced on her chest, sweat slicked down her nubile form as she rode the fleshy cock within satiable lust. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he grabbed her and forced his cock harder into her. His rod slammed deeper and deeper, kissing the mouth of her womb with each hard thrust.
"Fuck. Fill me up. Breed me!"She fucked the dildo deeper into her dripping twat, completely lost in the fantasy. He was thrusting harder and harder. Grunting like an animal as he held her down and forced his cock deeper into her. His cock pulsed dragging a jerk from her own pussy. She felt it rising. Her breaths came out in short pants. His cock stretched in her, getting bigger and bigger with each thrust. He was going to come. He was going to pour his hot seed into her unprotected cunt. It was too much. He grunted one last time and surged deeper into her. His pulsing cock poured streams of his hot seed deep into her womb.
Tiffany came with a loud moan. Her pussy walls clamped around his pulsing fuck meat. Every stream of cum he fired into her aching pussy pushed her higher and higher until her pussy squirted across the bed in a pool of hot want. She slowly came down. Her breaths returned to normal as she looked around at the mess she'd made of the sheets. That was the best orgasm yet. Zack's seemed to give her the best orgasms and he hadn't touched her yet. She shivered on the edge of ecstasy imagining just how it would feel to have him touch her for real.
The senior year was almost ending. They only had a few more weeks to summer break and after that college. No matter how much she touched herself, she knew she wouldn't be satisfied until she had the real thing. Her favorite fantasy was getting fucked by Zack, with him filling her with his cum until she got pregnant. Just the thought of getting round and filled up with his baby sent her hands down, slowly circling her drenched pussy again. She had to do something to make her fantasy come true. No matter what happened. She needed to fill Zack's cock before she went off to college. If he could make her pregnant, that was even better.
As she gave into euphoric exhaustion, the beginnings of a plan began to form in her mind. She was going to drive him crazy enough into mindlessly fucking her. With that decision in mind, she fell asleep with a small smile on her face.
CHAPTER 2
The school bell dinged already signaling the start of another school day. Where most students groaned in frustration, Tiffany was excited. She woke up that morning feeling excited. Her mother had been shocked to find her in front of the mirror already dressed and ready to go by the time she had come over to wake her up. The plan had started and there was no way she was going to graduate without getting pregnant by Zack. She knew it was crazy but the more she thought about it, the more she got turned on by the idea. It was forbidden and taboo, everything that thrilled her. The beginning phase of her plan was simple. She wanted Zack to notice her during one of his lessons, she hadn't been doing much to really grab his attention. Nothing more than any other girl had been doing. She had expected her good looks and tits to get his attention but it was obvious that Zack needed a little more than that. She'd woken up early, a first for her. Then taken time out to choose her clothes carefully. Changing her style too much might have raised some eyebrows so she stuck with clothes she'd usually wear but with more potential. She had just been putting on the last swipe of mascara when her mother had walked in.
"Mom. There's this new invention used by civilized people called knocking."Tiffany said with a roll of her eyes.
"You're up! Sorry you're usually not up this early and knocking would be useless. I usually just come in without knocking."She shrugged.
"Well I'm up."She said with a shrug.
"Breakfast in ten. Good to see you're really putting in effort to making these last days of school all they can be." She smiled at her and patted Tiffany's carefully curled hair.
Tiffany smiled, hiding the smirk with a tube of lipstick. She scanned her look one last time satisfied. She had decided each day of the week dress with a certain theme that were popular on all on all the porn sites. Today she was a sexy librarian. She chose a skin tight skirt that was a bit long and a button down shirt with stockings and pumps to match. The shirt was buttoned all the way to her chin but she planned something for that later. Her mother didn't seem to notice anything different besides the fact that she had dressed up a bit more than she usually did. There was such ignorance when it came to parents, especially hers. They never seemed to know anything that was going on in her head. They still thought she was this young, bookish girl who was still innocent. Which was crazy. If they knew the dirty thoughts going on in her head, they would probably have a heart attack. They had breakfast and she drove off to school. The bell couldn't have come fast enough. She quickly got out of the car and followed the rest of the student body as they navigated the halls to the various classes.
Literature was second period. Before that, history had dulled a bit of the excitement but as she walked into the classroom for English it seemed to be coming back. She carefully selected a seat in front of the class. One that was opposite his desk, one where he would be looking directly at her. Anticipation rushed through her at what she was about to do. There was a risk that she could get into trouble. The risk just heightened what she was about to do.
"Okay class!" Zack called from trying to get the attention of his students.
Tiffany smiled at him.
"We're almost at the end of the semester. With your exams fast approaching and only days and hours to prepare, it'll come as no surprise that we're going to be having a pop quiz today." He said with a sexy smirk that Tiffany felt all the way down to her panties. The students groaned in response, complaining loudly, trying to advertise how unhappy they were. Tiffany just smiled happily. A pop quiz was perfect actually. Not because she felt prepared for one but because she knew that it would leave Zack sitting opposite her for the rest of the class. A perfect opportunity to put her plan in action.
***
Zack passed out papers of the quiz and went back to his seat. The truth was that he was really exhausted from the night before. The approaching exams were a good excuse to just sit and do nothing by way of a pop quiz. His new m
arried life had been good, really good. He couldn't complain and didn't understand why most men complained about being trapped. His wife, Melanie, had a pretty high libido and was open to letting them try new things. Recently she'd gotten pregnant so there had been a pause on the sex but he didn't mind much. The chance to fuck her while she was pregnant for nine months as her body changed was a fetish of his that she teased him with. She knew as well as he did that the moment he could, he'd be trying to get her pregnant again. Just the idea of seeing her round and full of his baby again had his cock stiffening in his pants. He cleared his throat and felt some students shifting in their seats. They probably thought he was warning them. The reminder of where he was made him look up to push his thoughts away from the sexy image of Melanie. Then, he remembered the issue of her daughter, his stepdaughter, Tiffany, and the sword of Damocles she held over him. He looked up, scanning the class. That was when he saw her.
Zack scanned the class, trying to pinpoint where the whispers were coming from. The students went quiet and pretended to be scribbling on the papers he'd passed around. His eyes moved from one end of the class to the other. They went to the front of the class. Tiffany. He'd seen her in his class for a while but never really taken notice of her, well until her mother came into his life and they became family. His eyes glanced across from her then rushed back. His breath hitched and his cock jerked. With widened eyes, he watched the girl. His thoughts short circuited. He tried to form words of reprimand but his words got stuck in his throat and his eyes refused to look away from the sexy sight before his eyes. He had never realized how sexy she was until now, and whether it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to fuck mother and child.
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