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: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4clfn7/my_big_fat_gypsymother_throatfuck/
“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 skilfully 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.”
That was the verbal contract that started it all.
The business, if you can call a secret sex-dungeon on an illegal travellers site, was fast becoming lucrative for Mrs Brady and her daughters Della and Darla.
As for me, a security guard in a local store – turned pimp, I enjoyed both the sexual and financial spoils of my new line of work.
Rumours of the “gifted” Brady sisters had travelled fast within my network of law-enforcement contacts. A waiting list of eager perverts had quickly built up.
As a side note, if you were under any illusion that the great and the good in society were beyond reproach then I want to disabuse you of that notion. These were some of the most perverted, power-hungry and entitled people imaginable… Isn’t it odd how the power-hungry and entitled are so quick to throw themselves into compromising positions, to be completely vulnerable.
The secret cameras installed ensured we had video evidence of each and every one of them undertaking immoral, even criminal, activity. This was always our ace in the hole; an insurance policy against a clientele that could not be trusted.
It was also Mrs Brady and I’s secret. Her daughters, Della and Darla, had no clue we were filming them at work. And it wasn’t the only secret we were keeping.
Mrs Brady and I had hit it off in a weird, business-partners-come-fuck-buddies kind of way.
In front of her daughters she talked to me in cold, hard tones. Every inch of her being projected resentment and malice towards me.
Darla, the youngest, had always been warm towards me ever since I had shot thick ropes of warm spunk between her heavy breasts all those months ago. It was she who had come back for more and it was her virgin ass that I had ruined first.
Della, her older sister, had been slightly slower to open-up but, after multiple “private” sessions with her where I had strapped her down and filled her every hole with my spunk, we became closer. She loved to be dominated, even if her personality outwardly suggested she would be dominant.
Mrs Brady and I had an even more special arrangement.
She sat in the secret video room she had installed long-ago and watched eagerly as I did disgusting things to her daughters. The reality, though, was that everything I did with her girls had been commanded by her. That was our agreement; I could fuck her daughters only if she could control what I did to them.
Della’s penchant for being dominated whilst strapped to the chair made it easy; if Mrs Brady demanded I throat-fuck her eldest daughter then I did. Darla, however, had always been more of a free spirit, as evidenced by the time she broke her vow of no (vaginal) sex before marriage by pinning me to the sofa and greedily slamming her soaking pussy up and down my shaft. She followed her sexual instincts and took a more hands-on approach than Della. Sometimes, it meant deviating from Mrs Brady’s script. And I was punished every time that it did…
“Punishment” meant being subjected to some of the most torturous edging imaginable and Mrs Brady was a pro at prolonging the glorious agony. She was a cock-tease of the highest order, a dominatrix dressed in tight-fitting business-wear with a desperate need for sexual control.
Yesterday, I had again disappointed her.
Darla had vigorously throat-fucked my shaft – spit and slime covering her face and my lap – and her expertise had resulted in me depositing a huge load down her throat. Her mother had commanded me not to finish at all. Instead, I was to save up and store my semen for her own personal use. In the moment of release, I had imagined Mrs Brady masturbating as she watched in secret, furious at my disobedience whilst simultaneously gushing over the floor of her office. Just the thought of that alone had increased the load that young Darla needed to swallow.
Sure enough, the next day I received a call from Mrs Brady.
“The girls are out with their Dad tomorrow. Be at the caravan at 10am. It’s going to be brutal.”
I arrived ahead of time. Any further disobedience would only extend my agony. At 10am on the dot the door of the caravan-turned-sex-dungeon swung open.
Mrs Brady stood there in black stilettos with a sizeable heel. As my gaze passed up her body I took in laced stockings with suspenders, crotchless panties and a latex corset. Her waist was unnaturally pinched and her breasts were jutting out almost horizontally from her chest – in defiance of gravity – held in place by creaking rubber.
Her mature and well-used tits were so tightly packed that wrinkled slightly where the folds of skin gathered. Her cleavage was formidable and dark. She wore her hair up with dark eye-makeup and bright red lipstick. Her lipstick never changed.
Instantly, my dick began to press against my trousers. She smiled, noticing the twitch, no doubt delighted at the thought of the torture she was about to subject me to. She retreated inside the dark room and I followed.
“Strip and stand over there”, Mrs Brady commanded whilst gesturing at the centre of the room. I did so.
She raised my arms and handcuffed me to brackets fixed into the ceiling and attached clasps and chains to my ankles. My range of movement was near zero.
“There was a reason I needed you to hold onto that spunk.” she said calmly whilst pacing around me in a slow, menacing circle. “I want you to seed me, Impregnate me.”
My dick jerked uncontrollably with approval, lolling up and down like toy on a spring. I had fantasised about impregnating her daughters but the thought of seeding their mother had never crossed my mind.
“And the only way I’ll get the load I need now is through excruciating sexual torture…”
She began with firm taps on the end of cock, making it spring and bounce even more as she upped the intensity of her strikes. I winced.
She grabbed the base of my dick and slapped the head against her palm repeatedly. Moving slowly down onto her knees, she tapped my dick against her cheeks, tongue and forehead before letting it rest on her face. All the while meeting my gaze with her eyes. She was teasing me.
With my dick still resting on her face, she grabbed my balls between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed tightly until the skin was stretched tight. She then began to gnaw at them with her teeth, gently at first, with before swallowing them both, forcing my swollen balls past her stretched lips with a pop. She sucked and tugged on them, pulling them away from my body, lapping at them with her tongue. I felt sparks of agony from the touch of her teeth on my balls and a dull, internal ache with each pull.
My cock rose from her face and pre-cum dripped from the tip onto her forehead and hair.
She stood up and walked behind me. From there, she spat on her hand and reached around to rub the angry-looking head with an intense, circular motion whilst holding my shaft firmly. She placed fingers either side of my dick and squeezed tightly before rolling them up towards the tip; she was milking my pre-cum.
The hand that wasn’t rubbing my bellend moved between massaging my balls, milking my shaft and back again.
I could feel my dick beginning to pulse ever so slightly as my orgasm built. She moved to wanking my shaft, using both hands, but with a loose grip.
Slowly the pulses increased in intensity. She stopped. My dick continued to throb. With each pulse, more transparent fluid oozed from the tip. Only small amounts but enough to start to drip.
In the moment that she had stopped wanking me, Mrs Brady had rushed around and onto her knees to welcome the first drips of pre-cum in her mouth.
“Nowhere near salty enough. I need more sperm than that.”
The agony of getting so close meant that my dick began to soften ever so slightly. Where it had been bolt-straight before, now it was starting to droop.
She punished me by rising up and slapping my dick hard, followed by a softer but still gut-wrenching glancing blow to my balls. I groaned.
“You will stay rock hard and you will cum only when I say so.”
Her cross expression quickly refocused on my veiny cock. She regarded it momentarily before thrusting her face forward. I gasped as she swallowed half of my length with ease. She looked up at me and I watched as her eyes began to narrow gradually as she inched further down my shaft.
Her right hand grasped my ass for better purchase and her left took hold of my balls. She used both to pull herself down my length and, as she got closer to the base, stuck out her tongue to lap at my balls.
At the very base, her eyes finally closed and her head roared backwards. Spit and slime flew everywhere, some of it clinging to her chin. She redeposited this along my dick with a few strokes before again pushing herself forward, fucking her own face with my swollen cock. This time she pumped back and forward for a solid 30 seconds, eyes streaming and slime pooling on her face and on the floor beneath us.
Again, my cock began to pulse and, again, she stopped.
“Do not cum.”
I screwed my face into a ball and clenched as tightly as I could, even letting out a muffled roar in the back of my throat as I fought an orgasm.
A small drop of cum emerged from the tip which was immediately swallowed.
“Good,” she declared.
Mrs Brady stood up, turned her back on me and bent over, presenting her puckered ass and dripping pussy. She reached around and took hold of my dick and began to rub it aggressively against her wet pussy lips, asshole and ass cheeks. She thrust backwards so that my swollen head disappeared into her soaked pussy before pulling away immediately. She massaged the tip against her asshole and gripped my cock hard before pushing back again so that the tip slowly spread her tight, brown asshole.
“Stand still,” she commanded.
Her breathing became shallow as she began to edge backwards very slowly, letting my dick spread her ass wider. Centimetre by centimetre my cock disappeared into her. At the halfway point, she was unable to push any further and so began rocking gently backwards and forwards letting my dick slide in and out very slightly. As her ass adjusted to its new dimensions she stopped, turned her head and, with a wild expression, demanded I shove the rest of my length in without stopping.
“Pump my ass you filthy pervert.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement.
I thrust my hips forward and pushed my dick inside her ass, all the way to the balls. She let out a guttural moan as I pulled out my entire length before ploughing forward once more. Her greedy ass gripped my dick tightly at the start and the end of my long thrusts. The power of my thrusts forced her to brace herself by placing her hands on the floor in front of her. She pushed back as I ploughed forward – a loud clap erupted when our bodies met – and the sound continued as we rutted like animals.
She screamed and spread her pussy lips as floods of her own cum gushed out of her pussy in violent spurts. The floor was thick with her pussy juice, spit and slime.
Her orgasm made her ass contract around my dick and brought me close. Sensing this, Mrs Brady leant forward again, letting my dick emerge from her ass, before guiding me inside her wet and warm pussy.
“Cum”, she commanded.
As my cock slid inside her I began to unload rope after thick rope of semen. Cum seemingly rushed from untapped reservoirs as I felt thick wads fill her pussy. I continued to pump my dick back and forth and the pressure forced spurts of my own jizz out, covering my pubes, balls and pooling with the puddle of cum and slime on the floor.
We stopped and Mrs Brady’s legs trembled as my seed took root inside her.
Exhausted, Mrs Brady issued her final command, “I know my girls’ cycles. You have until the end of the month to impregnate them.”
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