Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 9

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"I got fucked again," Scarlett said the moment she sat on the couch with Anna.

Dean - who was supposed to be hard at work in his office so his wife and sister-in-law could enjoy a glass of wine in private - listened from down the hallway and he could hear every word. He expected his wife to express some level of discomfort at her sister's eagerness to share the details of her sex life, but Anna didn't seem the slightest bit perturbed.

"Yeah?" she asked in a way that made Dean fairly certain his wife was smiling. "Was it...was it good?"

Dean had been there for the sex. He'd been on his knees in Eric's bedroom as his sister-in-law got fucked. He could still picture the look on her face and hear the sounds of pleasure she'd unleashed while getting pounded in a variety of positions and he was absolutely certain the sex was good.

What surprised Eric was that Anna seemed genuinely interested in hearing about the sex her sister had enjoyed. Just a few days ago she'd seemed uncomfortable hearing about the fun Scarlett had enjoyed with another man.

"It was exceptional," Scarlett said. "Better than the last time, actually. He knows my body just a little bit better...and he seemed particularly inspired tonight."

Dean knew that he was at least partly responsible for that inspiration, as Eric had taken great pleasure in fucking Scarlett in front of a submissive man. He'd taken advantage of Dean's willingness - eagerness, really - to do as he was told, and it seemed as though he'd found intense satisfaction in unleashing the side of him that wanted to make another man feel small and submissive.

"I told him about you," Scarlett added.

"What?" Anna asked. "What do you mean?"

"I told him that you might be interested in fucking him after I go home," Scarlett answered.

Dean expected surprise or perhaps even a sense of outrage from his wife, but instead Anna was silent in response to Scarlett's revelation.

Then, she asked a simple question. "What...what did he say?"

"What do you want him to have said?" Scarlett replied.

Dean was almost certain he could hear the smile on his sister-in-law's face, probably because she knew very well what Anna wanted Eric to have said.

"I...I don't...I don't know. Maybe...we shouldn't be talking about this," Anna said.

"He said he'd love to fuck you," Scarlett replied. "He said he'd absolutely love to fuck a married woman, particularly one that isn't getting everything she wants and needs from her husband. He said it would be a privilege to be the man that gets to satisfy you before sending you home to your husband."

Again silence fell over the living room as Dean felt his heart pounding from a mixture of excitement and angst. Part of him was dying for Anna to ask Scarlett to set her up with Eric, and part of him was hoping she'd brush off the idea as utter insanity.

"He's exceptional, Anna," Scarlett said. "He's good-looking, and strong, he's got a big cock, and he's better with it than most men I've been with. He's discreet, too, so you don't have to worry about him telling anyone that you've taken up with another man to satisfy your needs, to tend to your pussy in the way he's been tending to my pussy while I'm visiting."

Dean couldn't escape the notion that he hadn't tended to his wife's pussy in the way she needed. If he had, she wouldn't have considered - not even for a moment - the notion of beginning an affair with another man. Dean happened to find that notion hugely arousing, just as he'd found it arousing each and every time Scarlett made it clear that he wasn't remotely worthy of her pussy.

"I...I just...I couldn't...I just don't know if I could do that," Anna said.

"Yes, you can," Scarlett replied. "And you want to, Anna. I could see it on your face the first time I told you about Eric, and I can see it on your face again. In fact, I'm almost certain you're turned on right now. I'm almost certain that you're thinking about having an affair with the man that fucked me to multiple orgasms tonight and I think the idea turns you on."

There was a long pause before Anna said, "It...it does."

Dean closed his eyes and reached between his legs. He squeezed his cock - which was now stiff - through his pants and held his lips closed to prevent a moan from escaping. He squeezed a little tighter, mostly to stop himself from masturbating and indulging in the surge of pleasure rushing through his body.

"Let me set up a date," Scarlett said. "Just to meet him. Not to do anything. It can be at a Starbucks. You can see if you're attracted to him, if there's any chemistry. If there is, you can decide if it's worth trying to get what you want - what you absolutely deserve - from him."

Dean knew what Anna wanted. That much was clear. The question was whether or not she'd actually try and pursue it.

"I...okay," she said after yet another long pause. "Set it up."

"Really?" Scarlett asked. "You're really going to consider this?"

"Yes, I am," Anna replied with confidence.

Dean stroked his cock a few times. The pleasure was intense. So much so that he felt his whole body vibrate with an uncommon kind of desire. He heard their wine glasses clink - like they were toasting the fact that Anna had decided she was open to having an affair - and the sisters laughed together, indicating a kind of giddiness that Dean actually felt like he understood.

"Does he really make you cum that hard?" Anna asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Scarlett replied. "Today in particular. I had three orgasms, Anna, and I swear each one was better than the last."

Dean had watched each orgasm and he knew Scarlett was telling the truth. He also knew that Eric's eagerness to dominate and humiliate Dean - both verbally and physically - had likely contributed to Scarlett's pleasure, though it was unlikely she'd mention that to Anna.

"You deserve to cum like that, Anna," Scarlett said. "You really do. Every woman does, and I promise, Eric is the perfect man to give you exactly what you need."

"I can't stop thinking about it," Anna replied. "Since you mentioned the possibility of this, I mean. I just keep thinking about having that...well, that kind of sex. I don't know, it's just been so long, and it's like my body woke up to the idea of it once you mentioned it, and now I can't stop thinking about how it would feel to get...to...well, to get fucked like that."

Dean couldn't believe it was his wife uttering those words. He'd never really known her to be a highly sexual person - though she wasn't a prude - but he'd never heard her talk about sex like that.

"I think you should go and sit on your husband's face," Scarlett suggested.

"What?" Anna asked.

Scarlett laughed. "I think you should finish that glass of wine, drag Dean out of his office and into your bedroom, and sit on his face until he makes you cum. It won't be the perfect orgasm, but I bet it will be what you need right now, because I can see that you're turned on, Anna. I can see that you're feeling a little bit desperate for an orgasm, and I'm pretty sure Dean isn't going to argue if you push him into the bed, crawl onto his face, and sit your pussy on his mouth until he makes you cum."

Dean stood and moved towards his office. He didn't want to get caught in the hallway if Anna decided to do as her sister suggested.

"You're right," Anna said. "He wouldn't object. Honestly, he really seems to enjoy...well, that sort of thing."

"Eating your pussy?" Scarlett asked.

Anna laughed. "Yes, he enjoys eating my pussy."

"Well, you should really take advantage of that, Anna," Scarlett said. "It's not that easy to find a man that really enjoys eating pussy. In fact, you should take advantage of it more often. I mean, why not, right? Who doesn't want more orgasms in their life?"

"Fair point," Anna replied. "I think I will go sit on my husband's face."

Dean turned and headed for his office. He shut the door gently, sat at his desk, and tried his best to make his erection go away before Anna came through the door.

Thankfully, she took her time finishing her wine and didn't show up for a few minutes. When she did, Anna announced her presence with a gentle knock before poking her head into the room and smiling in the playful way she almost always did after a glass of wine.

"Dean, could I trouble you to come to the bedroom with me?" Anna asked.

Dean smiled. "I suppose I could do that."

He stood and Anna stepped into the room, approached with a naughty smile on her face, and kissed him mere moments after he stepped out from behind his desk. Her lips were warm and soft and just a little damp and her tongue almost immediately probed his mouth with uncommon aggressiveness.

"Wow," Dean said softly as he grabbed Anna's ass and pulled her close. He leaned down to kiss her again but she wriggled free from his grasp, turned, and walked out the door with a seductive sway in her hips. She moved like a woman imbued with newfound confidence - perhaps because she'd just decided to go on what was absolutely a date with another man - and Dean couldn't resist.

"Are you coming?" Anna asked as she stopped in the doorway.

Dean nodded and followed like an eager puppy. He couldn't wait to offer up his face for a ride and he was going to use his tongue for Anna's delight, and he was going to do so while he thought of her fucking Eric, a fantasy that had suddenly taken on a very real quality and that had left him buzzing with intense desire. With any luck, it wouldn't remain a fantasy and Anna might be persuaded to give Dean just a taste of what her sister had offered during her trip.

"Did she ride your face?" Scarlett asked as Dean stepped into the living room.

"She did," he answered.

Scarlett sipped her wine - it looked like she'd poured herself a second glass - and pointed to the floor at her feet. Dean approached and sank to his knees without hesitation.

"And did you make your wife cum, Dean?" she asked. "Were you a good boy for her?"

"Yes, I was," he replied.

Scarlett smiled and uncrossed her legs, offering a view of her milky white thighs and the delicate lace panties that covered her pussy. "And did she give you an orgasm?"

"No," he answered.

"That makes me happy," Scarlett said. "It makes me think that Anna might have what it takes to be the kind of woman that seizes what she wants out of life. She might actually follow through on meeting with Eric and embarking on an affair with him. She might actually get fucked by a man that can truly satisfy her."

Scarlett extended her foot and her toes gently massaged Dean's cock, quickly bringing him to a fully erect state and eliciting a soft moan.

"Do you think she fantasized about him, Dean? Do you think Anna thought about getting fucked by another man while she was riding your pretty face?" Scarlett asked.

"Yes," Dean admitted.

Scarlett dipped two fingers into her wine, leaned forward, and placed them in Dean's mouth. She sucked as she penetrated him, pushing her fingers deep until every inch of her flesh was in his mouth.

"And did you fantasize about it, Dean? Did you fantasize about your wife getting fucked by the cock that you sucked today?" Scarlett asked, reminding Dean that he'd willingly offered his mouth to Eric, that he'd offered it countless times during their lengthy encounter that afternoon, that he'd been face fucked by Eric on a few occasions.

Dean nodded - it was all he could do with Scarlett's fingers in his mouth - and she unleashed a devilish smile that said everything he needed to know about how much she'd enjoyed his submission that afternoon.

"You were a good cocksucker, Dean," she said. "A good submissive. You did everything asked of you. You took his cock in your pretty little mouth when he wanted to use it. You let him spank your ass when he wanted to spank it. You licked my pussy when he wanted you to lick it. You ate his cum from the condom he'd worn while he exploded inside me. You were a perfect little submissive whore for me...and for the man that's almost certainly going to be fucking your wife before long."

She was right. Dean had done everything that had been demanded of him that afternoon. He'd sucked cock. He'd suffered verbal abuse. He'd been spanked as he waited on his hands and knees next to Scarlett while she got fucked from behind. He'd licked her pussy after Eric had been inside her. He'd eaten Eric's cum from the condoms he'd used while fucking her. He'd done everything and he'd done so happily.

"I think Eric is going to enjoy fucking your wife even more now that he knows what kind of man you are," Scarlett said as she continued to finger fuck his mouth and rub his cock with her foot. "I think he's going to love knowing that he's pounded this pretty mouth of yours while he's pounding your wife's tight pussy. I think he's going to love knowing that he's so much more of a man than you are, Dean. I think he's going to love knowing that he's giving your wife something you can't give her."

Dean was close to cumming. Close enough that he started to panic a little. He couldn't have a massive cum stain in his pants when Anna got out of the shower.

Scarlett pulled her fingers from his mouth and wiped them on his face. Dean moaned - he couldn't help it - and Scarlett seemed to understand that her foot was doing wondrous things to his cock. She sped up her attentions, rubbing a little faster and smiling in the way she always did when she was having a particularly good time dominating him.

"Take your cock out," she instructed while pulling her foot away.

Dean unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It throbbed with desire and the head was coated with a slick layer of precum.

"Cum in Anna's wine glass," Scarlett said.

Dean whipped around, grabbed the glass from the coffee table, and held it under the tip of his cock as he masturbated. While he did, Scarlett lifted her dress, spread her legs, and pulled her panties aside. Two fingers slipped into her pussy while she rubbed her clit with a third and Dean watched with rapt, lust-filled attention while thinking of the incredible sex she'd had with Eric that day, sex he'd witnessed and even participated in at times.

"Cum," Scarlett said. "Cum while you think of Eric pounding your wife's pussy. Cum while you think of her screaming his name as she has the kind of orgasm you can't give her. Cum while you think of your wife having a far superior orgasm with someone else's dick inside her, Dean."

Dean looked down at the wine glass and watched as his cock head expanded for a moment before the first spurt of his load hit the glass. His body trembled with pleasure and he held his breath in pure delight as the next few shots splashed into the glass. A handful more followed as Dean felt a touch of lightheadedness from the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm, which he'd desperately desired for most of the day.

When he finished, Scarlett took the glass from him, stood, and held it under her pussy. A moment later a flow of hot piss filled the glass, mixing with Dean's cum and creating what he knew would be a noxious cocktail.

"Drink it," Scarlett said as she finished peeing, wiped her pussy on the edge of the glass to catch the last few drips, and handed it to Dean. "Drink my piss and your cum."

Dean stared into the glass until the smell hit his nose. He turned away right at the moment the shower turned off. Panic rose in his chest at the idea of Anna seeing him on his knees with his cock out and a glass of piss and cum in his hand.

"Drink it right now, Dean," Scarlett said. "Drink it before your wife comes out. Drink it before Anna discovers what kind of man you really are. Drink it right now."

Scarlett sat down, reached between her legs, and masturbated furiously as Dean raised the glass to his lips. She clearly wasn't worried about Anna discovering them. Either that or she just didn't care and was far too driven by the pleasure of watching Dean humiliate himself by swallowing her waste.

Dean tilted the glass back and poured the mixture of piss and cum onto his tongue. He swallowed. He chugged it. He took it all down because he couldn't bear being a disappointment to Scarlett. He couldn't bear not offering his submission.

Scarlett came as he drank her piss and his cum and her orgasm filled Dean with almost as much joy as his own climax had, for his submission had given her that pleasure.

"You should clean that glass," Scarlett said as she pulled her panties back over her pussy and fixed her dress.

Dean put his cock back in his pants, zipped up, and rushed to the kitchen to clean the glass. His body buzzed with pleasure - both from the orgasm and his submission - and there was something thrilling about having done all of it with Anna just a few rooms away.

There was also the thrill of knowing that she might take up with Eric, that Anna might actually fuck another man, and Dean was astounded at how badly he still wanted that, even after he'd just cum.

Life seemed like it was about to get a great deal more interesting for Dean, and he couldn't wait to see how it was all going to play out.