MY EX'S BIG SISTER
I had returned from university to my home town still a virgin. I had always been looked upon as a wimp at school and never attracted the attention of the girls, least not the ones who were prepared to go that far.
I thought my luck had changed a couple of weeks after my return when I managed to chat up Lorna, who had been a couple of years below me at school but had blossomed into a sexy 19-year old. With jet black hair, large breasts, a nice full arse and long legs, I was surprised she said yes when I asked her out.
Lorna's elder sister Beatrice had been in my year at school and her nickname was ?Blow-job Beat?. Beatrice was not as good looking as her sister but made up for it with massive breasts, a gorgeous tight arse and long legs. With her full lips, she oozed sex appeal and was generally the school bike. Not that I had experienced any of that of course, being regarded as a wimp, particularly by someone as self-confident as Beatrice. However, I found her condescending attitude to me quite a turn-on and regularly wanked myself off with images of ?Blow-job Beat? dominating me in my mind.
Maybe that's part of the reason I asked her sister out all those years later, I don't know. My first date with Lorna ended with some heavy petting in the car when I dropped her off, with my hand inside her blouse being as far as I got that night. Lorna did not push it and it was clear, or so I thought, that she was not a sex crazed nympho like her sister Beatrice.
In the second week of going out, things progressed to the bedroom only to end in embarrassment for me. Earlier in the night, we had bumped into her sister Beatrice in a club in town. I had not seen her for 6 years but she looked sexier ? and sluttier ? than ever. Her opening remarks to her sister when she saw her with me were ?What the fuck are you doing with that wimp?? and then she smirked. I felt my cock twitch as she said it and could not believe she still had a hold on me after all that time.
I spent most of the brief chat trying to eye Beatrice up ? those gorgeous tits in a blue silk blouse, fantastic arse in skin tight black trousers, finished off with black leather spike heeled boots. With a heavily made-up face and bright red lipstick, she just looked like a total slut. Eventually her hunky boyfriend, Jake, turned up with their drinks and they left us alone.
I could not get the image of Beatrice out of mind when Lorna and I went back to my house later on. It was clear I was finally going to get an opportunity to lose my virginity but my cock had other ideas. With flashbacks of her elder sister in my mind, I shot my load trying to put the condom on before I had even entered Lorna. Horribly embarrassed I tried to cover it up but my humiliation meant my four inch cock became soft before I could even get it on.
Lorna was annoyed to say the least and told me that maybe her sister was right after all. She forced me to go down on her and lick her pussy until she came. I think she half expected my cock would have hardened by then but I was such a total wimp that I failed to regain my hard-on. ?Not to worry,? Lorna stated matter as factly, ?it's not like it's something to write home about it, is it, your little cock??
I tried to call Lorna for three consecutive nights after that but she kept telling me she was busy. Being a loser with women I refused to give up and eventually Lorna agreed to meet up with me at a pub. When she arrived I had to gulp ? she almost looked like a younger version of her sister ? her make-up was heavier, and she was wearing a tight black knee-length skirt, white blouse, black stockings and sexy high heeled shoes. I thought my luck was in.
?You look fantastic, Lorna.? I said truthfully. ?Thanks. I can't stay long though as I'm meeting Bill in half an hour.? I looked at her silently. ?Bill's my new boyfriend,? she explained. ?I told my sister what had happened and she fixed me up with some hunk she knew. She wasn't lying when she said he was a real man who wouldn't let me down!?
I was devastated and yet underneath the table I could feel my cock growing in my jeans. The thought of losing Lorna struck me and I began to grovel saying that it was only sex and that we had been getting on really well and I was sure I could overcome my problems. Lorna laughed out loud at that, ?How? Are you going to double the size of your little prick??
The way Lorna said it made my cock stiffen to its full four inches under the table and I made an outrageous gambit there and then. I suggested to Lorna that she could carry on seeing Bill to get what she needed sexually and we could continue going out. Lorna looked at me gobsmacked but a smile seemed to be spreading on her face.
?What? You want me to carry on fucking Bill and still go out with you?? I nodded. ?And what are you going to do? Stay at home and play with your little maggot cock!? Again I nodded. ?Fuck, my sister was right, you are such a fucking wimp. Next, you'll be telling me you want me to bring his load home for you to clean from my pussy!? My cock strained against my jeans and it was all I could do to rein in my orgasm. My silence and reddening face indicated that even that degradation was something I was prepared to do to keep Lorna. With that she slapped me round the face and stormed out.
I had blown it and was back to square one. A virgin with no girlfriend and just my own fist to fuck. That all changed a couple of weeks later. I was in town with a few friends in a bar and noticed that Beatrice was out with another hunky boyfriend. I kept glancing over ? she looked like a slut again in her red blouse, skin tight black trousers and black spike heeled shoes, with black fishnet stockings showing through where the two joined.
When I went to the bar to get a round in, she came up beside me at the bar with a great big grin on her face. ?Lorna and Bill are still going strong. She can't get enough of his big cock!? I flushed as my cock stiffened a little in my pants, again being turned on by the humiliation. ?She told me what happened. You getting all turned on and shooting your load before you could even get a condom on! Pathetic. And how small it was ? the way she described it, it sounded like a little boy's cock compared to Bill's.? All the while, my face became redder and my hard-on raged.
?Oh, and she also told me about you wanting to be her cuckold. Carrying on going out with you whilst fucking Bill's big cock.? Beatrice was loving laying on the humiliation and didn't stop there. ?You even offered to be her clean-up bitch, didn't you??
I could only nod. Beatrice looked at me disdainfully and then told me what she and her boyfriend wanted to drink. ?Get them in or your friends will know what a fucking wimp you are. If you keep buying them all night, who knows, maybe I'll let you be my clean-up bitch tomorrow? Would you like that?? I nodded. As I paid for the drinks, Beatrice took out her phone and entered my mobile number into hers. I had barely carried my group's drinks back to my seat before I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from Beatrice calling me a fucking wimp!
I bought three more rounds for Beatrice and her beau, making up some story to my friends that I owed her some money from I bet I had when going out with Lorna, before she sent me a text message ordering me to book and pay for a taxi for her and her boyfriend back to her house. I did as I was told and my head followed that gorgeous arse out of the door as they left.
I received another text a few minutes later telling me that I was not to play with myself that night and she would call me in the morning when she needed ?a clean-up bitch?.
It was all I could do to stop myself from yanking my little cock off that night but I managed it, though without hardly getting a wink of sleep such was my excitement. At 10 the next morning, my phone buzzed. It was Beatrice ordering me to get round to her house as she had a job for me to do.
When she answered the door, she had on a red silk dressing gown and, as I looked down, I saw she was still wearing the black fishnets and spike heeled stilettos. ?Come in wimp. Follow me on all fours like a little bitch.? I did as I was told and as I did so, she humiliated me further. ?Kiss the ground I walk on. Worship it. Show me how much you adore me. If you address me, you will call me Mistress Beatrice.?
When she got to the front room, Beatrice undid the dressing gown and allowed it to fall open. ?Don't you dare look up wimp. Keep your eyes glued to my high heeled shoes ? the ones I've been fucked in all night long.? She sat down on the leather sofa and moved one fishnet stockinged leg across the length, her high heeled shoe dangling off the edge of the sofa, with the other dug into the plush carpet. ?Lick my shoe. Worship it. Lick the dirty sole like the dirty bitch you are.? I obeyed her instantly. ?When you get to the spike heel, I want you to suck it. Take all six inches of it in your mouth and suck it. Suck it like a cock. Think of your Mistress sucking off that stud's cock last night as you do so!?
?Are you ready for your breakfast bitch?? ?Yes Mistress Beatrice.? She ordered me to make my way up her stockinged legs. The closer I moved to her pussy the more the smell of sex took over. Soon, I was face to face with her well fucked cunt ? her lips were red and swollen, with hot creamy spunk oozing from her snatch. ?He's shot five loads in me. One in my mouth, one in my ass and three in my pussy. You'll start there and if you make a good job of it, I will let you ream my asshole. Now, show me how pathetic you really are and lick a real man's mess from my cunt!?
The smell was awful and at first I thought I was going to gag but there was no doubting the reaction of my cock ? it was rock hard as I licked every last drop of spunk from her cunt. When she was satisfied, she simply turned around, got onto all fours with her gorgeous arse in the air, pulled her ass cheeks apart and ordered ?Now show me what a fucking good arselicker you are! Stick your tongue up my asshole!? She humiliated me as I reamed her, telling me that I would only ever get to fuck a girl in the arse with my tongue and that it was reserved for 'real men?.
Beatrice then ordered me to strip and she ridiculed my tiny little cock that had never ever been harder or stood more erect. ?It's tiny. Absolutely pathetic!? She asked me if I was a virgin and commented she was not in the least surprised when I confirmed her assumption. She asked me if I wanted to wank off for her amusement. I nodded and she made me beg. I was ordered to shoot my load on her shoes and stockinged feet but not before she had warned me that I would have to pay ?100 for new ?fuck-me heels and slutty stockings!? and that she wanted me to ask for permission to cum.
It took me less than 10 seconds to look up and ask for permission. ?Such a fucking wanker. You really are a total fucking wimp. Shoot it at my feet, give me a worship puddle now!? I unloaded immediately on her shoes and fishnet stockings. Despite it being possibly the largest load I had ever managed, Beatrice felt moved to ask me if that was all I could muster. When I nodded, she ordered me to lick up all of my worthless mess from her feet. It was so humiliating doing so as she told me how she was going to enjoy relating just what a cumslut I was to her sister, my ex-girlfriend Lorna.
However, Beatrice hadn't finished playing with my mind. She came up with the bright idea of not only charging me ?100 for the mess I had created at her feet but also that maybe I should buy her lots of slutty clothing to wear around her real-men boyfriends and then she would gladly allow me to continue being her clean-up bitch and let me wank off in her presence.
I had just started quite a well-paid new job and Beatrice took my credit card off me, writing down the PIN and telling me that she would soon max it up paying for a new whorish wardrobe and entertaining her studs.
Beatrice then made me put on her used black fishnet stockings and panties and told me that I would be dressed like a girl in her presence as I had a pathetic useless little cock that meant I was not fit to be dressed like a man. That seemed to put a thought in her head that maybe she could turn me into a whore and get me making money for her, offering cheap, slutty blow jobs outside the pubs and clubs in town. ?What was my nickname at school?? she asked. When I supplied the answer, she said I would need one too and told me that she was going to call me Charlotte from now on ?Cocksucking Charlotte!?
After training me in the art of cocksucking with her strap-on cock and dildos, Beatrice was good to her word. Two weeks later, she had me dressed up like a complete tart in some dive bar in town. She knew the landlord and in return for a free blow-job from ?Charlotte?, he had leant us a back room. I was on my knees for four hours sucking cock after cock, Beatrice reapplying my slutty red lipstick after each one, taking hot sticky loads in my made-up face as she pocketed the ?20 per time and egged the guys on to treat me like a whore.
The biggest surprise of the night came at the very end. Just when I thought it could get no more humiliating, Lorna and Bill came in. Lorna looked at me, kneeling on the floor, hair matted with cum, with disgust. ?I think this one will be on the house, don't you Charlotte, you little cocksucking whore?? ?Yes Mistress Lorna? I agreed as she unzipped her real man boyfriend's monster cock and fed it into my slutty mouth. To help keep it lubed up, Lorna would spit in my mouth and then have me go back to sucking Bill's cock. I was being called all the names under the sun by the two sisters ? I was a ?filthy little slut?, ?a dirty fucking bitch? and a ?cocksucking faggot whore!? ? as Lorna wanked her boyfriend's prick to a huge hot sticky climax over me, her sister holding my head in place so that it all ended up on my painted face.
I thought that would be the end of my ordeal but they had other ideas. Lorna was whispering in Bill's ear pleading with him. ?Fuck the little whore, please. I want him to know why I dumped him for you ? I want my faggot ex-boyfriend to know how good your big cock feels up the ass!? Beatrice was in total agreement and quickly had me up against a table, bent over with my arse in the air. Lorna fed her boyfriend's cock into my tight little hole. ?There you go,? Beatrice teased. ?Now you're no longer a virgin, you filthy little slut!?
I had returned from university to my home town still a virgin. I had always been looked upon as a wimp at school and never attracted the attention of the girls, least not the ones who were prepared to go that far.
I thought my luck had changed a couple of weeks after my return when I managed to chat up Lorna, who had been a couple of years below me at school but had blossomed into a sexy 19-year old. With jet black hair, large breasts, a nice full arse and long legs, I was surprised she said yes when I asked her out.
Lorna's elder sister Beatrice had been in my year at school and her nickname was ?Blow-job Beat?. Beatrice was not as good looking as her sister but made up for it with massive breasts, a gorgeous tight arse and long legs. With her full lips, she oozed sex appeal and was generally the school bike. Not that I had experienced any of that of course, being regarded as a wimp, particularly by someone as self-confident as Beatrice. However, I found her condescending attitude to me quite a turn-on and regularly wanked myself off with images of ?Blow-job Beat? dominating me in my mind.
Maybe that's part of the reason I asked her sister out all those years later, I don't know. My first date with Lorna ended with some heavy petting in the car when I dropped her off, with my hand inside her blouse being as far as I got that night. Lorna did not push it and it was clear, or so I thought, that she was not a sex crazed nympho like her sister Beatrice.
In the second week of going out, things progressed to the bedroom only to end in embarrassment for me. Earlier in the night, we had bumped into her sister Beatrice in a club in town. I had not seen her for 6 years but she looked sexier ? and sluttier ? than ever. Her opening remarks to her sister when she saw her with me were ?What the fuck are you doing with that wimp?? and then she smirked. I felt my cock twitch as she said it and could not believe she still had a hold on me after all that time.
I spent most of the brief chat trying to eye Beatrice up ? those gorgeous tits in a blue silk blouse, fantastic arse in skin tight black trousers, finished off with black leather spike heeled boots. With a heavily made-up face and bright red lipstick, she just looked like a total slut. Eventually her hunky boyfriend, Jake, turned up with their drinks and they left us alone.
I could not get the image of Beatrice out of mind when Lorna and I went back to my house later on. It was clear I was finally going to get an opportunity to lose my virginity but my cock had other ideas. With flashbacks of her elder sister in my mind, I shot my load trying to put the condom on before I had even entered Lorna. Horribly embarrassed I tried to cover it up but my humiliation meant my four inch cock became soft before I could even get it on.
Lorna was annoyed to say the least and told me that maybe her sister was right after all. She forced me to go down on her and lick her pussy until she came. I think she half expected my cock would have hardened by then but I was such a total wimp that I failed to regain my hard-on. ?Not to worry,? Lorna stated matter as factly, ?it's not like it's something to write home about it, is it, your little cock??
I tried to call Lorna for three consecutive nights after that but she kept telling me she was busy. Being a loser with women I refused to give up and eventually Lorna agreed to meet up with me at a pub. When she arrived I had to gulp ? she almost looked like a younger version of her sister ? her make-up was heavier, and she was wearing a tight black knee-length skirt, white blouse, black stockings and sexy high heeled shoes. I thought my luck was in.
?You look fantastic, Lorna.? I said truthfully. ?Thanks. I can't stay long though as I'm meeting Bill in half an hour.? I looked at her silently. ?Bill's my new boyfriend,? she explained. ?I told my sister what had happened and she fixed me up with some hunk she knew. She wasn't lying when she said he was a real man who wouldn't let me down!?
I was devastated and yet underneath the table I could feel my cock growing in my jeans. The thought of losing Lorna struck me and I began to grovel saying that it was only sex and that we had been getting on really well and I was sure I could overcome my problems. Lorna laughed out loud at that, ?How? Are you going to double the size of your little prick??
The way Lorna said it made my cock stiffen to its full four inches under the table and I made an outrageous gambit there and then. I suggested to Lorna that she could carry on seeing Bill to get what she needed sexually and we could continue going out. Lorna looked at me gobsmacked but a smile seemed to be spreading on her face.
?What? You want me to carry on fucking Bill and still go out with you?? I nodded. ?And what are you going to do? Stay at home and play with your little maggot cock!? Again I nodded. ?Fuck, my sister was right, you are such a fucking wimp. Next, you'll be telling me you want me to bring his load home for you to clean from my pussy!? My cock strained against my jeans and it was all I could do to rein in my orgasm. My silence and reddening face indicated that even that degradation was something I was prepared to do to keep Lorna. With that she slapped me round the face and stormed out.
I had blown it and was back to square one. A virgin with no girlfriend and just my own fist to fuck. That all changed a couple of weeks later. I was in town with a few friends in a bar and noticed that Beatrice was out with another hunky boyfriend. I kept glancing over ? she looked like a slut again in her red blouse, skin tight black trousers and black spike heeled shoes, with black fishnet stockings showing through where the two joined.
When I went to the bar to get a round in, she came up beside me at the bar with a great big grin on her face. ?Lorna and Bill are still going strong. She can't get enough of his big cock!? I flushed as my cock stiffened a little in my pants, again being turned on by the humiliation. ?She told me what happened. You getting all turned on and shooting your load before you could even get a condom on! Pathetic. And how small it was ? the way she described it, it sounded like a little boy's cock compared to Bill's.? All the while, my face became redder and my hard-on raged.
?Oh, and she also told me about you wanting to be her cuckold. Carrying on going out with you whilst fucking Bill's big cock.? Beatrice was loving laying on the humiliation and didn't stop there. ?You even offered to be her clean-up bitch, didn't you??
I could only nod. Beatrice looked at me disdainfully and then told me what she and her boyfriend wanted to drink. ?Get them in or your friends will know what a fucking wimp you are. If you keep buying them all night, who knows, maybe I'll let you be my clean-up bitch tomorrow? Would you like that?? I nodded. As I paid for the drinks, Beatrice took out her phone and entered my mobile number into hers. I had barely carried my group's drinks back to my seat before I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from Beatrice calling me a fucking wimp!
I bought three more rounds for Beatrice and her beau, making up some story to my friends that I owed her some money from I bet I had when going out with Lorna, before she sent me a text message ordering me to book and pay for a taxi for her and her boyfriend back to her house. I did as I was told and my head followed that gorgeous arse out of the door as they left.
I received another text a few minutes later telling me that I was not to play with myself that night and she would call me in the morning when she needed ?a clean-up bitch?.
It was all I could do to stop myself from yanking my little cock off that night but I managed it, though without hardly getting a wink of sleep such was my excitement. At 10 the next morning, my phone buzzed. It was Beatrice ordering me to get round to her house as she had a job for me to do.
When she answered the door, she had on a red silk dressing gown and, as I looked down, I saw she was still wearing the black fishnets and spike heeled stilettos. ?Come in wimp. Follow me on all fours like a little bitch.? I did as I was told and as I did so, she humiliated me further. ?Kiss the ground I walk on. Worship it. Show me how much you adore me. If you address me, you will call me Mistress Beatrice.?
When she got to the front room, Beatrice undid the dressing gown and allowed it to fall open. ?Don't you dare look up wimp. Keep your eyes glued to my high heeled shoes ? the ones I've been fucked in all night long.? She sat down on the leather sofa and moved one fishnet stockinged leg across the length, her high heeled shoe dangling off the edge of the sofa, with the other dug into the plush carpet. ?Lick my shoe. Worship it. Lick the dirty sole like the dirty bitch you are.? I obeyed her instantly. ?When you get to the spike heel, I want you to suck it. Take all six inches of it in your mouth and suck it. Suck it like a cock. Think of your Mistress sucking off that stud's cock last night as you do so!?
?Are you ready for your breakfast bitch?? ?Yes Mistress Beatrice.? She ordered me to make my way up her stockinged legs. The closer I moved to her pussy the more the smell of sex took over. Soon, I was face to face with her well fucked cunt ? her lips were red and swollen, with hot creamy spunk oozing from her snatch. ?He's shot five loads in me. One in my mouth, one in my ass and three in my pussy. You'll start there and if you make a good job of it, I will let you ream my asshole. Now, show me how pathetic you really are and lick a real man's mess from my cunt!?
The smell was awful and at first I thought I was going to gag but there was no doubting the reaction of my cock ? it was rock hard as I licked every last drop of spunk from her cunt. When she was satisfied, she simply turned around, got onto all fours with her gorgeous arse in the air, pulled her ass cheeks apart and ordered ?Now show me what a fucking good arselicker you are! Stick your tongue up my asshole!? She humiliated me as I reamed her, telling me that I would only ever get to fuck a girl in the arse with my tongue and that it was reserved for 'real men?.
Beatrice then ordered me to strip and she ridiculed my tiny little cock that had never ever been harder or stood more erect. ?It's tiny. Absolutely pathetic!? She asked me if I was a virgin and commented she was not in the least surprised when I confirmed her assumption. She asked me if I wanted to wank off for her amusement. I nodded and she made me beg. I was ordered to shoot my load on her shoes and stockinged feet but not before she had warned me that I would have to pay ?100 for new ?fuck-me heels and slutty stockings!? and that she wanted me to ask for permission to cum.
It took me less than 10 seconds to look up and ask for permission. ?Such a fucking wanker. You really are a total fucking wimp. Shoot it at my feet, give me a worship puddle now!? I unloaded immediately on her shoes and fishnet stockings. Despite it being possibly the largest load I had ever managed, Beatrice felt moved to ask me if that was all I could muster. When I nodded, she ordered me to lick up all of my worthless mess from her feet. It was so humiliating doing so as she told me how she was going to enjoy relating just what a cumslut I was to her sister, my ex-girlfriend Lorna.
However, Beatrice hadn't finished playing with my mind. She came up with the bright idea of not only charging me ?100 for the mess I had created at her feet but also that maybe I should buy her lots of slutty clothing to wear around her real-men boyfriends and then she would gladly allow me to continue being her clean-up bitch and let me wank off in her presence.
I had just started quite a well-paid new job and Beatrice took my credit card off me, writing down the PIN and telling me that she would soon max it up paying for a new whorish wardrobe and entertaining her studs.
Beatrice then made me put on her used black fishnet stockings and panties and told me that I would be dressed like a girl in her presence as I had a pathetic useless little cock that meant I was not fit to be dressed like a man. That seemed to put a thought in her head that maybe she could turn me into a whore and get me making money for her, offering cheap, slutty blow jobs outside the pubs and clubs in town. ?What was my nickname at school?? she asked. When I supplied the answer, she said I would need one too and told me that she was going to call me Charlotte from now on ?Cocksucking Charlotte!?
After training me in the art of cocksucking with her strap-on cock and dildos, Beatrice was good to her word. Two weeks later, she had me dressed up like a complete tart in some dive bar in town. She knew the landlord and in return for a free blow-job from ?Charlotte?, he had leant us a back room. I was on my knees for four hours sucking cock after cock, Beatrice reapplying my slutty red lipstick after each one, taking hot sticky loads in my made-up face as she pocketed the ?20 per time and egged the guys on to treat me like a whore.
The biggest surprise of the night came at the very end. Just when I thought it could get no more humiliating, Lorna and Bill came in. Lorna looked at me, kneeling on the floor, hair matted with cum, with disgust. ?I think this one will be on the house, don't you Charlotte, you little cocksucking whore?? ?Yes Mistress Lorna? I agreed as she unzipped her real man boyfriend's monster cock and fed it into my slutty mouth. To help keep it lubed up, Lorna would spit in my mouth and then have me go back to sucking Bill's cock. I was being called all the names under the sun by the two sisters ? I was a ?filthy little slut?, ?a dirty fucking bitch? and a ?cocksucking faggot whore!? ? as Lorna wanked her boyfriend's prick to a huge hot sticky climax over me, her sister holding my head in place so that it all ended up on my painted face.
I thought that would be the end of my ordeal but they had other ideas. Lorna was whispering in Bill's ear pleading with him. ?Fuck the little whore, please. I want him to know why I dumped him for you ? I want my faggot ex-boyfriend to know how good your big cock feels up the ass!? Beatrice was in total agreement and quickly had me up against a table, bent over with my arse in the air. Lorna fed her boyfriend's cock into my tight little hole. ?There you go,? Beatrice teased. ?Now you're no longer a virgin, you filthy little slut!?
