Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2wzet4/my_big_fat_gypsy_titwank/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2xat2i/my_big_fat_gypsy_assfuck/
Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2xprwf/my_big_fat_gypsys_sister_and_her_secret_sex/
Part 4:
“Tell your mother about me.” Those were my parting words the last time and, true to form, those good gypsy girls, Darla and her sister Della, did just as they were told.
Three hard raps on my office door signalled her arrival the very next morning. She wasn’t hanging around.
The door was open before I could respond. In strode a tall, slim woman in her late forties, dressed smartly like someone who set out that morning meaning business.
She wore a figure-hugging dress, cut short and well above the knee. The outfit exuded executive class. Not your typical Gypsy-Mother.
You would forgive me for thinking she bore no relation to her daughters, Darla and Della. She presented herself as a classy broad whereas the girls were all denim, hair-bands and gold jewellery.
Two things helped me to make an immediate connection between the woman in front of me and the women I had violated just yesterday.
One; her tits. They were by no means as massive as her daughters’ – she was taller, slimmer and slighter in frame than her girls – but her tits stretched the bounds of what could possibly fit in that dress. The cleavage was a miracle of nature; both the veins and slight stretch-marks at her breastbone indicated that they were, indeed, all natural. Great big natural tits were clearly a Brady family trait.
The second connection; her motor-mouth… and she came out firing.
“You’re the sick fuck who’s into forced incest and out to blackmail my family?”
I offered only a blank look. To my recollection, Darla and Della had succumbed to their own incestuous desires quite willingly, a fact they had clearly ignored when recanting the tale to their mother. It made sense.
“You don’t know much about the travelling community do you?” She ventured.
“Enlighten me, please…” I deadpanned.
“We look after our own and don’t care for outsiders who meddle in our business, threaten our livelihood or our values. You will not tell a single soul about us or our business. If you do, you’re done.”
“Just so we’re clear”, I interjected, “In what sense would I be “done”?”
“In hospital… probably worse.”
“Ok. Understood. I want to be honest with you Mrs…?” Momentarily, Darla and Della’s second name had slipped my mind.
“Brady!” she shot back.
“I have friends in the law enforcement community, Mrs Brady. Collectively, we run a pretty tight ship in this town. We rely on our information and on our connections. We share everything we know…”
“We’ve been threatened by people like you plenty of times before…” She interjected.
“…but this is different, Mrs Brady. It’s different because my friends in the Police are just as corrupt as I am. Any thieving that’s done in this town is carried out with our blessing. Any crimes committed are strictly regulated. And we always take our cut.”
She didn’t move a muscle.
“I’ve already told my friends all about you and your family. Some of them are very much looking forward to meeting Darla and Della.”
“You keep your filthy hands off of my girls!”
“Hear me out, Mrs Brady. I’m not threatening you or your girls. I’m offering you a business proposition. My friends in law enforcement and countless other high-flying perverts in this town will pay good money for the kind of services your girls can so skillfully provide. Take their money and you will have them, quite literally, by the balls. No more threats to kick you off your land. No more unwanted police attention. And a sizeable income.”
Mrs Brady twitched involuntarily at the thought of my encounters with her daughters. Was it disgust or jealousy?
“What’s in it for you?” She fired back.
“Me? Mrs Brady, I’m staring my prize right in the face.”
The Initial confusion on her face melted into cold realization just as I pulled out my cock. Pre cum was already dripping from the tip.
“Mrs Brady, you stand to gain everything from this arrangement. But there can be no contracts, no paper trail.” I looked down at my throbbing dick; she hadn’t blinked since I unzipped my fly.
“Swallow every inch and every single drop of my seed and I’ll know we have a deal. Walk away and I’ll put the wheels in motion to have you and your family locked up and kicked out of town by tomorrow morning… The choice is yours. And it is a choice, Mrs Brady. Just as it was a choice for your daughters.”
She was on her knees in a flash and stuffed my thick, flaccid shaft into her mouth and towards the back of her throat in one fluid motion. She stared up at me. Immediately it was clear she was a pro. Her lipstick left a circular red mark at the very base of my cock, as if she was laying down a marker. She cupped my balls with her left hand and reached around with the other to grab my arse for better purchase. She popped out her tongue and lapped at my oversized balls.
She reared her head back to observe my length. She made sure to pull back the foreskin and deposited a thick load of spit onto the head before massaging it around in a slow circular motion.
She spat again, much more violently this time, spraying my cock, balls and midriff with thick slime. I could feel my dick beginning to fill with blood in anticipation. We took deep breaths simultaneously as she plunged her head forward down my shaft. The increasing size of my dick caused her to pause just beyond halfway. I could feel the tip was at the back of her mouth and I reached down to help her swallow the full length. Before I could pull her head towards me, she slapped my hand away, grabbed my arse with both hands and forced the remainder of my cock down the back of her throat. At the lipstick mark she tried to push even further, burying her face into my pubes. Even though she could go no further, her primal urge was to find some hidden depth, to encourage my dick to fill her completely as it continued to grow inside her.
I tensed my buttocks and felt my shaft stiffen, still stuffed down her throat.
She winced – her first sign of any difficulty – and, at the base, half an inch emerged from her hot mouth. She pushed her throat back down with defiance and again enticed me to fill every cavity.
Her eyes were beginning to stream but she refused to blink or avert her eyes from my gaze in any way. When my dick was at its deepest, her eyelids flickered and and eyes became crossed. With her more aggressive thrusts she gagged but contained herself. She never once stopped staring back at me.
And she still refused to let me touch her.
She was now drawing back and thrusting herself upon me quickly in a single movement. “Uggh, uggh, uggh” was the only noise to be heard. She was fucking her own face and I was merely a prop.
Her stare was unrelenting. More and more of her spit was pooling on her chin, cheeks and nose, her eyes were streaming and her make-up ruined. The smart dress she was wearing – short, slim-line, low cut and expensive – meant that more and more of her self-made slime was building into a pool in her cleavage.
Immediately, I was reminded of the ecstasy I had felt fucking the engorged, veiny tits of her daughters; how it felt to spunk between her youngest, Darla’s, breasts and how I had strapped her eldest, Della, into her own sex-chair-contraption and stuffed my balls into her mouth as I thrusted between her tightly-bound tits.
Mrs Brady must have seen the glint in my eye.
Without pausing her deep and brutal thrusts down my shaft, she undid the zip at the side of the dress and unhooked the clasp. The top half of her dress fell away, letting her tits drop and start to swing with the motion of her thrusts.
She pulled her head back and let my slime-covered dick loose for the first time in minutes. She used her hands to smear any remaining spit from her face all over her cleavage. She raised herself onto her knees and wrapped her tits around my cock. By now I had learned my lesson and kept my hands to myself. She pushed me back so that I was sat on the edge of my desk and began worked her heavy breasts up and down my length. At the bottom of every stroke there was a wet “thop, thop, thop” sound as her sticky tits slapped against my crotch.
Her areolas were large and much darker than her daughters’. They were well-used, stretched, utterly gorgeous. The way she was holding her tits – tightly and at the base – meant that her breasts began to change colour in front of my eyes. From a pale milky-white, just like Darla’s, to a flushed-pink. The thick, blue-green veins that navigated her mottled mammaries grew in size and prominence. Her tits looked angry. Her face, almost violently passionate.
I exhaled heavily, enjoying every fold, wrinkle and crease of her mature cleavage.
“You love my big, milfy tits don’t you? I can tell. Your dick is getting harder. Those veins look like they could burst. I’m better at this than my daughters, aren’t I? I should be, I taught them everything they know.”
My balls began to ache and my dick throbbed with every new word from her mouth.
“Now cover my face with your seed, you fuck.” She said with cold authority.
My balls contracted and I let out a bestial groan as rope after thick rope of spunk sprayed from my dick. She massaged my balls and continued to pump my cock with her hand, still keeping her eyes open as each load landed heavily on her ruined face. She gave my balls a final tug and I let out a muffled bark as she milked the final drops from me. She clasped my cock in a tight grip between her forefinger and thumb and rolled up my length, coaxing out the final drop and licking it greedily from my bellend. Every touch of her tongue on the tip was like a dagger.
She used her forefinger to scoop every drop of semen from the crevices and contours of her face and into her mouth. She gulped down my seed without so much as a flicker of disgust.
I was left empty; less of a man for having been drained by this woman.
Any false notion of who was in control – which of us had the power – was also gone. It was her. She had been in control all along.
I was speechless.
She stood up, pulled her messy tits inside her dress, put on her coat and turned-tail headed towards my office door.
“I have several cameras installed in the sex dungeon you fucked my daughters in yesterday, cameras the girls don’t even know about,” She told me as she turned at the door, “I watched every second of your encounter with them. I saw what you did to them, what they did to each other, and I frigged myself silly as I swore to myself that I would get my own taste.”
“We’re going to have a very productive relationship, Mrs Brady.” I ventured.
“I will do anything to protect my family”, she concluded.
I took that as a promise of further encounters with Mrs Brady.
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