Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 6

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"I'd like a foot rub," Scarlett announced as she popped her head into Dean's office.

He was on a Zoom call with his coworkers - thankfully he'd muted his mic - and he replied, "I'm on a work call. I need fifteen minutes."

Scarlett smiled, stepped into his office, and approached Dean's desk. She unbuttoned her jeans, slowly worked them over her hips, and bent over to push them all the way down before stepping out of the denim and kicking it aside. Scarlett stood once more and reached down, slipped a hand into her panties, and moaned as she played with her pussy just a few feet from Dean's desk.

"You can wait as long as you like," Scarlett said between moans. "But if you find a way to leave your work call for me, I might let you pleasure my pussy when you're done rubbing my feet."

She pulled her hand from her panties and extended it towards him, giving Dean a beautiful view of her slippery fingers. He leaned closer - he couldn't quite help his desire to have those fingers in his mouth - but Scarlett pulled her hand away and sucked her fingers clean.

Before he could say a word, she reached down once more, this time pulling her panties aside and showing him the gorgeous pussy that he now desperately wanted to worship. "My pussy tastes so good," she said. "It's sweet and a little bit salty and I would love to feel your tongue inside me, Dean, but I don't to wait."

"Dean?" someone on the Zoom call asked. "Are you with us?"

Dean turned towards his laptop, saw that it was his boss calling for his attention, and un-muted his mic. "Yeah, I'm here. Sorry about that."

Scarlett pulled her panties back over her pussy, grabbed her jeans, and headed for the door. Dean stared at her ass - which looked utterly perfect - as she departed and he knew she'd follow through on denying him the chance to worship her pussy if he didn't do as she desired and leave the Zoom meeting.

"Dean, can you take us through what's left to accomplish on your team's project?" his boss asked.

Scarlett stopped in the doorway, turned around, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She pushed them deep, held them there for a few moments, and then pulled them free and sucked them clean, putting on quite a show as she did.

"Uh, no, actually," Dean replied. "I'm sorry, but I actually have to step away to deal with something here. I will send an email detailing what's left to accomplish so everyone on the team is up to date."

"Oh, well, okay," his boss replied. Dean could see the disappointment on his face, but there was a beautiful, dominant woman offering the chance to rub her feet and worship her pussy and he couldn't pass up the chance.

"I apologize," Dean said. "It won't happen again." He logged out of the Zoom call, stood, and hurried towards Scarlett, who turned and walked away. Dean followed her to the living room, where she stripped of every article of clothing and sat on the couch.

Dean dropped to his knees between her legs, looked up at Scarlett, and asked, "May I rub your feet?"

She smiled. "Yes, you may."

Dean took one of her delicate, beautiful feet in his hands and offered the massage he knew Scarlett wanted. Her smile deepened and she closed her eyes before letting out the kind of satisfied moan almost every woman offers when she's getting a good foot rub.

"I told Anna that I went on a date," Scarlett said. "I wasn't going to say anything, but she noticed that I'd done my hair and makeup differently so I confessed that I'd found someone on Tinder and went on a date. I thought she'd be judgmental, but she really wasn't."

"How did she react?" Dean asked as he extended the massage to Scarlett's calf muscle, eliciting yet another happy moan.

"She asked me for the details," Scarlett answered. "Perhaps that's because she'd had a glass of wine and was feeling a little buzzed, but I was surprised. Shocked, even. My sister has never been the type to show any interest in the dirty details of a date."

"The dirty details?" Dean asked.

Scarlett smiled and nodded. She extended her other foot - the one Dean hadn't yet gotten around to rubbing - and teased his inner thigh with her toes, creating a bulge in his pants as the excitement of being teased generated a healthy dose of arousal between his legs.

"She wanted to know if I had sex with him," Scarlett said. "Then she wanted to know if it was good."

"Did you tell her?" Dean asked.

Scarlett nodded. "I told her everything. I enjoyed it, too. I'm pretty sure she got excited. I don't know if it's because she was doing a little fantasizing or if she was just having a bit of vicarious fun in hearing about the sex her single sister had while on vacation, but Anna was definitely excited."

"She let me worship her pussy last night," Dean said. "She was the one that initiated it, actually."

Scarlett's toes moved to his cock and she gently massaged Dean's now-erect flesh through his pants. "So my sister got a little bit horny listening to me talk about getting fucked. How about that?"

Dean had thoroughly enjoyed worshiping his wife's pussy the night before - he'd given her two orgasms - but he hadn't considered that her lust might have been driven by thoughts of another man, or at least of her sister's encounter with another man.

"What's wrong, Dean? Does Anna not deserve to indulge in thoughts of someone else?" Scarlett asked. "Does she not deserve to get turned on thinking about someone fucking that pussy you love to worship? After all, you've been indulging in naughty thoughts that aren't centered around your wife, haven't you?"

"I have, and of course she deserves whatever pleasure she craves," he said. "I just...I don't know, it just surprised me, is all. Do you think she was really thinking about sex with someone else? Is that why she wanted me to go down on her last night?"

"I can't say for sure," Scarlett replied with a smile, "but I think it's possible that my sister got turned on listening to me talk about how good I got fucked yesterday and that's why she let you crawl between her legs to worship her pussy."

Dean switched to rubbing her other foot - the one she'd been teasing his cock with - and observed, "She didn't ask me to fuck her."

Scarlett laughed softly. "Perhaps she enjoys your tongue more than your cock."

That seemed possible. Dean thought he was fairly good with his cock, but he was actually more confident with his tongue. Plus, it seemed possible that his wife simply wanted to lie back and enjoy his eagerness to make her cum without having to do much work.

"Would that bother you, Dean?" Scarlett asked. "If she preferred your tongue to your cock?"

Dean's cock throbbed at the question, which struck him as an answer. "No, it wouldn't."

"Because you like the idea of worshiping a woman's pussy without anything in return, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," he answered with a smile while letting his eyes wander over Scarlett's beautiful naked body.

"You want to worship my pussy, don't you?" she said as her fingers drifted between her legs and delicately spread her labia to show the pink, wet flesh inside. "You want to suck on my plump labia, put your tongue deep inside me, and lick my throbbing clit, don't you?"

"Yes," he admitted.

Scarlett rubbed her clit - the clit Dean desperately wished he could pleasure - and asked, "Should I ask my sister if she got turned on thinking about fucking someone else, Dean? Should I get her a little bit drunk and see if she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the idea of going on a date and getting laid like I did, or if she was just turned on by the voyeuristic pleasure of listening to me talk about how good he fucked me?"

Scarlett seemed aroused at the idea of probing Anna for the source of her desire from the night before and Dean couldn't help but get caught up in that arousal. "Yes, you should," he said.

Scarlett plunged three fingers into her pussy, pulled them out, and leaned in to press her fingers into Dean's mouth. He wrapped his lips around them and savored the taste of her pussy on his tongue as he sucked. Scarlett slowly moved her fingers in and out of his mouth, fucking Dean's face while her lips curled into a devilish smile, showing her utter joy at doing as she pleased with him.

"And what would you like her answer to be, Dean?" she asked. "Do you want your wife to have indulged in a fantasy of fucking another man? Do you want her to have pictured him filling and stretching her pussy while you were busy worshiping her? Or, do you want her to be more like you? Do you want her to have gotten turned on because she's a voyeur at heart and would have enjoyed nothing more than watching someone else fuck me?"

"I'm not sure," Dean said as she pulled her fingers from his mouth and wiped them on his cheek. "I just like that she was turned on enough to actually invite me to go down on her and to let me give her two orgasms."

Scarlett pushed her fingers into his mouth once more, this time going deep enough that he gagged a little. It seemed to delight her to hear him choking on her fingers, as she did it a few more times before pulling back and letting him suck like a dutiful submissive.

"I wonder how Anna would feel if she knew that you ate my date's cum, Dean?" Scarlett asked. "I wonder how your beautiful wife would feel if she knew you licked his hot cum off her sister's tits?"

She pushed her fingers deep into his mouth and Dean gagged. Scarlett smiled in delight and pulled her fingers back for a few moments while Dean caught his breath. Almost immediately she resumed fucking his face, denying him the opportunity to answer her question and leaving him to wonder if she was considering revealing his secret to her sister.

"As much as I'd like to know the answer to that question, I have no plans to reveal your secret," Scarlett said, offering relief from the sudden tension Dean had experienced. "While it's possible my sister let herself indulge in a bit of fantasizing about fucking another man, I don't think she's quite ready to fully embrace just how kinky her husband is."

Scarlett wiped her fingers on his cheeks, leaving a thin layer of his saliva behind. She then leaned closer and pursed her lips like she was gathering the spit in her mouth. Dean tilted his head back, parted his lips, and received the fluid his sister-in-law offered, putting a smile on her face as he swallowed her spit without hesitation.

"I love how kinky you are, though," she said. "I love how I get to unleash this side of myself with you, how I get to treat you like a plaything that I can experiment with. I love that you just opened your mouth for my spit without thinking and how you swallowed it without hesitation."

Scarlett put a hand on the back of Dean's head, sat back, and roughly pulled him between her legs. He plunged his tongue between her pussy lips and bathed his taste buds in her sweet juices, savoring the opportunity to worship her as her fingers entwined in his hair and took a painfully tight grip.

"My date fucked me exceptionally well, Dean," Scarlett began as he sucked on her clit, "but I had just as much fun playing with you afterwards. I'm not sure I've ever felt so powerful as when you gleefully sucked his cum off my fingers and cleaned it off my tits. You did something most men would find utterly disgusting and you did so without hesitation. You did it because you wanted to be a good boy for me. You did it because you wanted to make me happy, and that turned me on, Dean. It fueled my desire. It made my pussy wet."

She pulled him tighter against her pussy, spreading her juices over his face and making it just a little difficult to breathe. Dean surrendered to her control, letting Scarlett rub his face over her pussy as she saw fit, all while her moans got deeper and her thighs began to tremble.

Scarlett pushed him away right as it seemed she was on the verge of cumming. Dean thought he might have upset her somehow, but she had a smile on her face. "Would you like to watch, Dean?"

"Watch what?" he asked.

"Would you like to watch me get fucked?" Scarlett said.

Dean nodded. "Yes, absolutely."

Scarlett stood and Dean craned his neck to look up at his sister-in-law's breathtaking naked body. She played with her breasts for a few moments and then grabbed a handful of his hair, squatted a little, and rubbed her pussy over his face, almost completely coating him with a thin layer of her slick juices.

"I think I'd enjoy making you watch," she said. "I think I'd enjoy seeing you on your knees as he fucked me. I think I might really enjoy making you lie on your back beneath me as he fucked me from behind. Would you be willing to do that, Dean?"

"Yes," he said as she lifted her pussy from his face for a moment.

Scarlett ran her fingers over his lips and shoved them in his mouth. They swiftly moved to the back of his throat and Dean gagged. She held them there and his eyes watered as he spit up. Saliva poured from his mouth, down his chin, and onto his pants. Scarlett seemed to sink even deeper into the state of lust she'd gotten herself into by dominating him and it made Dean desperate to please her.

"I can't help but want to use you like a naughty little toy, Dean," she said. "I can't help but want to see how far I can push you, how far you're willing to go to make me happy."

"I like it when you push me, when you use me," he replied as she rubbed her slippery fingers over his face.

"On your back," she instructed.

Dean quickly moved to his back and stared up at his beautiful sister-in-law as she stood astride his head and slowly lowered her pussy until it rested just a few inches above his eager mouth.

"Open wide," Scarlett said.

Dean parted his lips and saw a naughty smile cross her face. Scarlett reached down and grabbed a tight fistful of his hair before lowering her pussy just a little closer to his lips. She didn't sit on his face, though, and Dean realized that she wasn't going to let him worship her pussy, that she had something else planned.

"Don't spill," Scarlett instructed. "Take it all in your mouth, Dean, and don't swallow until I tell you to."

Dean's heart pounded as he waited for Scarlett to unleash in his mouth. Then it happened. A hot stream of her piss hit his tongue and it managed to surprise him despite knowing it was coming. The taste was overwhelmingly bad - it was nothing like it had been in his coffee - but Scarlett's grip on his hair was tight enough that Dean couldn't turn his head to get away from it. All he could do was take her piss in his mouth.

Scarlett's voice dripped with lust as she said, "Fuck, that's so fucking hot. Take my piss, Dean. Take my fucking piss in your mouth."

Despite the overwhelmingly unpleasant experience of her pissing directly into his mouth, Dean was turned on and it was the sense of submission that filled him with such intense arousal. He was serving Scarlett and she was reveling in her domination, a fact that thrilled him beyond words.

"Swallow," Scarlett instructed as she cut off the flow. "Swallow my hot piss."

Dean swallowed. He nearly gagged while doing so, but he swallowed. The piss burned going down his throat, but the joy on her face was all Dean needed.

Scarlett sat on his face, reached up to play with her tits, and began to ride him like he was little more than a sex toy. Dean extended his tongue to lick and taste her flesh as much as he could and Scarlett filled the living room with beautiful moans of pleasure as she worked her way towards an orgasm that she clearly craved.

She came quickly as her thighs clamped down on his head and trembled wildly while her joyful, orgasmic screams reverberated throughout the house. When Scarlett lifted her pussy from his face, Dean was completely soaked in her juices and resting in a state of submissive bliss after having been used as a toy for her exquisite pleasure.

"You just made me cum harder than my date did," she said with a smile on her face. "Well done, and what fun it is to play with a man like you."

Scarlett pushed her fingers into his mouth one last time, let Dean suck them clean, and then stood and collected her clothes.

"You can masturbate if you'd like, but you'll have to consume your cum if you do," Scarlett said before walking away.

She didn't say another word before disappearing down the hallway. Dean remained on his back and stared at the ceiling with a smile on his face, the taste of Scarlett's piss and pussy in his mouth, and her juices drying on his face. He wasn't going to masturbate. He was just going to enjoy the feeling of submission for as long as it lasted before going back to work.