Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 5

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At first, Dean's sister-in-law didn't say much when she returned home from her date. He hadn't even heard her come in and looked up from his computer to see her standing in the office doorway with a smile on her face. He opened his mouth to ask how her date had gone, but Scarlett held up a finger and Dean kept quiet.

"Come," she said before turning away and walking down the hallway.

Dean rushed out from behind his desk and followed his sister-in-law to the guest bedroom. Her ass looked exquisitely beautiful in the tight jeans she'd worn for her date, though the three inch heels certainly helped in that matter.

"Tell me, Dean," Scarlett said as she sat on the edge of her bed, "did you think about me while I was gone?"

Dean stood with his hands behind his back and nodded. He wanted to sink to his knees - it felt right to be on his knees in front of his dominant sister-in-law - but he hadn't been ordered to do so. "Yes, I did think of you, Scarlett. It proved quite difficult to get any real work done, actually, because I couldn't stop thinking of you...and what you might be doing."

Scarlett crossed her legs and Dean looked at her foot in the strappy heel. She emanated the sense of dominance that he craved and he once again felt an intense desire to fall to his knees in front of her, though this time he also wanted to shower her foot in soft, worshipful kisses.

"Do you want to know if I got fucked, Dean?" she asked. "Do you want to know if my date took me back to his place and satisfied me?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"And if I got fucked, do you want to put your tongue in my pussy?" Scarlett asked before a smile slowly crept across her face. "Do you want to taste the same pussy that his cock might have filled? Do you want to put that talented tongue of yours where another man's cock was?"

Dean wasn't sure why he found the idea so intoxicating, but he'd had a great deal of difficulty thinking of anything else while Scarlett was gone. Over and over the thought of licking her pussy after someone else had fucked it entered his head. Over and over he fantasized about how it might taste, and how it might look. "I...I don't know why I want that, Scarlett, but I do. I...I really do."

Scarlett uncrossed her legs and set both of her heeled feet on the floor. She spread her thighs suggestively and drew Dean's gaze between them. "Mmm, I think you want it because you know I want it, Dean. I think you saw how much the idea turned me on this morning. I think you want it because you can't help but want to make a woman - any woman - happy."

"I do," Dean replied. "I want...I want to make you happy, Scarlett. I want to...I want to serve you...and my wife, actually."

Scarlett stood and closed the short distance between them. She stopped with her breasts a few shorts inches from pressing into his chest and the intoxicating scent of her perfume - perfume he'd sprayed onto her before she left - filled his nose.

"I got what I wanted, Dean," Scarlett said softly as he felt the warmth of her breath against his skin. "I got fucked by a tall, gorgeous man with a nice big cock. I got fucked hard. I got fucked to multiple breathtaking orgasms. I got fucked in the way every woman wants to get fucked. I got fucked in a way that's going to leave my pussy sore, and when I feel that soreness I'm going to think of him and I'm going to want to get fucked all over again just so I can feel the pleasure I experienced in his bed, with his big cock buried deep in my tight, wet, needy pussy."

Dean's cock slowly grew as Scarlett offered a lusty description of the pleasures she'd experienced on her date, creating a bulge in his pants that pressed gently into her stomach by the time he reached a fully erect state. Scarlett must have felt it, but she made no move to back away. Instead, she smiled and leaned forward just a little, teasing Dean's stiffness with a hint of friction that thrilled him.

"My pussy was so good that he had to have it a second time, Dean," Scarlett continued. "He fucked me once, we both came hard, and not long after he told me he had to have me a second time. He told me my pussy was so perfect that he couldn't let me go without fucking it again. I let him have me again, of course. He fucked me so good the first time I wasn't going to walk away from experiencing that pleasure a second time."

"He's a...he's a lucky man," Dean said.

"Luck has nothing to do with it, Dean," Scarlett replied as she pressed her hips forward once more, teasing his stiff cock through his pants. "He's a skilled man. He's the kind of man that women want to fuck. He's the kind of man that makes a woman desperate for a second helping of his big, beautiful cock. He's also the kind of man that inspires a woman to suck cock."

Dean's eyes went wide and he stared at Scarlett's lips, which were achingly close to his.

"Yes, Dean, these pretty lips of mine were wrapped around his cock," she said. "Twice, in fact. I had him in my mouth before the first time he fucked me and I got him hard before the second time."

Scarlett reached up and ran a finger over her bottom lip before pushing it onto her tongue and sucking slowly and sensually, much like she was giving a blowjob. "Does it turn you on to think of me sucking another man's cock?" she asked softly.

"Yes, very much so," Dean answered with a vigorous nod.

Scarlett held up her slippery index finger for a moment and then gently pushed it between Dean's lips. He sucked just like she had and he couldn't help but think of her offering that pleasure to another man, to a man with a big cock.

She leaned closer and her lips brushed against his neck while her finger pushed deeper into his mouth. "It turns me on to see your pretty lips wrapped around my finger," she whispered. "It's like you're giving me head to turn me on, Dean. It's like you're being a good cocksucker, just like I was for him."

Dean moaned. He didn't mean to, though. It just came out. His cock throbbed painfully, too, as Scarlett guided him into a remarkably intense submissive headspace. She seemed to understand she'd done so, too, as she stepped back with a gleeful smile on her face and pulled her finger from his mouth.

"On your knees," she said softly. Dean fell to his knees and looked up at his sister-in-law, who wore that same smile as she said, "Take my heels off."

Dean leaned forward and carefully loosened the strap that held her feet in the heels and pulled each off. He ran his fingers over the tops of her feet and elicited a soft purr from Scarlett as she curled her toes.

"Would you like to kiss them?" she asked.

"Yes, very much so," Dean replied.

"Go ahead," Scarlett said.

Dean showered her feet in soft, delicate kisses. Her skin felt warm against his lips and he was certain he could smell the delicate fragrance of the soap she'd used in the shower that morning.

"Strip for me, Dean," Scarlett instructed.

He stood, stepped back, and stripped, revealing his painfully throbbing erection. Scarlett smiled - though Dean wasn't sure what amused her - and stepped closer. She reached out and his pulse quickened as it seemed like she might actually touch his cock. Her fingers hovered achingly close to it, but Scarlett didn't take him in her grasp.

"He was quite a bit bigger than you are," she said. "A fact that I was thankful for when he took my pussy, Dean, for a bigger cock feels much, much better. I'm sure you know that though, don't you?"

"Yes," Dean replied.

Their eyes met and Scarlett held his gaze for a few seconds before she asked, "Do you think Anna finds your cock unsatisfying?"

Dean groaned at the surprising rush of pleasure between his legs as he contemplated the question. "I...I don't know," he said. "I hope she does. She usually orgasms when we have sex."

Scarlett smiled. "That's good, Dean. I'd hate to think that my sister is longing for a man with something far bigger between his legs. Your cock isn't small by any means, so I'm sure you're more than capable of making her feel good."

"But...but the guy you were with...he was bigger than I am...and it felt, it felt good?" Dean asked.

Scarlett nodded. "It felt exquisite. Sex is almost always good, even with a man that's not wielding a big cock, but it can't be great - not for me, at least - unless the man has a cock far bigger than yours. I want to feel him stretching my pussy. I want to feel him reaching deep inside me, going to places that your cock couldn't possibly go."

Scarlett unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them over her hips, slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down in the process. Dean couldn't help but look between her legs and gaze upon her pussy, which looked wet and puffy, like she'd been pounded with just as much vigor and length as she'd described.

"It's beautiful," he said without thinking.

Scarlett laughed softly and replied, "Back on your knees, Dean. Like a good boy."

Dean fell to his knees as his cock throbbed and dripped precum. He stared at Scarlett's pussy and enjoyed the superior view that being so close offered. His mouth watered at the prospect of getting to taste her and offer her even a little pleasure after someone else had fucked her twice.

"You want it, don't you?" she asked while taking off her top and unhooking her bra, leaving her naked in front of him.

"I want to worship you," he said. "I desperately want to worship you, Scarlett."

"I know you do," Scarlett replied with a gentle smile. "I know you want to put your tongue where his cock was. I can see in your eyes how desperately you crave it. I can see that this turns you on more than you thought it would. I can see that we've discovered something new about you, Dean, something unexpected. I'm willing to let you worship me - to taste the pussy that another man fucked twice - but first I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," Dean said. "I'll do anything."

Scarlett reached into her purse - which rested on the nightstand - and pulled out a used condom that had been tied off. Dean stared at the sizable load of cum that rested at the tip and felt a mixture of angst and excitement course through his body as he contemplated the possible uses of the condom.

"Is that...is that his?" Dean asked.

"It is," Scarlett replied. "He doesn't know I snuck away with it. I can't imagine he would have understood why I wanted to bring home his used condom." She extended her hand and the condom dangled close enough to Dean's face that he could smell the latex. "Do you know why I wanted to bring home his condom?"

Dean shook his head.

Scarlett carefully untied the knot and pushed a finger into the condom until it was immersed in the thick cum resting at the tip. She held it there for a few moments, pulled it out, and rubbed the cum she'd collected onto a small spot on her inner thigh.

"Lick it up," she instructed.

Dean stared at the wet spot as his heart pounded. He'd consumed his own cum in his coffee, but this was vastly different.

"Be a good boy and lick up that little spot of cum," Scarlett said. "Make me happy, Dean. Turn me on by licking another man's cum off my body. Make me wet. Make me want to welcome you between my legs to worship my pussy by licking up that little bit of cum."

Dean leaned closer. The smell of her pussy filled his nose and imbued Dean with an intense desire to do whatever it took to put his tongue inside her. He licked the cum off her thigh. He ran his tongue through it and the saltiness danced on his taste buds.

"Mmm, wow...that's so much hotter than I thought it would be," Scarlett said. "Watching my brother-in-law lick another man's cum off my body...fuck...Dean...I need you to do it again."

She stuck two fingers into the condom, covered them in cum, and rubbed them over the spot on her stomach just below her belly button. Dean licked it up without being told and Scarlett moaned like he was already going down on her.

"You're such a good boy for me, Dean," she said in a voice dripping with lust. "I want more." Scarlett moved to her back in the bed and slowly upended the condom over her breasts, pouring most of the remaining fluids over her soft, perky flesh and her stiff nipples. "Clean him off my tits," she said.

Dean stood and bent over the side of the bed. He stared at his sister-in-law's cum covered breasts for a few moments and then he went for it. He encircled her flesh in his lips and he licked and sucked to clean the cum off of her. Another man's creamy, salty seed filled his mouth. The taste was awful, but his body was flooded with the most intense arousal he'd ever experienced, making it impossible to do anything other than devour every drop of cum he could find.

Eventually, Scarlett's breasts were completely cleaned and most of another man's load rested in Dean's stomach. The notion was impossibly kinky and more than a little humiliating, and yet his cock remained stiff and the tip coated with a slick layer of precum.

"Here," Scarlett said as she handed Dean the used condom.

"Should I throw it out?" he asked.

Scarlett shook her head. "No, of course not," she said with a smile. "You should put it on."

Dean's eyes went wide. "Wait...why?"

She laughed. "I'm not going to let you fuck me, Dean, if that's what you're thinking. That would put us on equal footing, wouldn't it? And that's not how this relationship works. You're beneath me, Dean. I dominate. I take control. You submit. You offer control. You do as you're told and we both get off on it." She reached up to caress his face and said, "You're going to masturbate into his used condom - and use his cum as lube - while you worship my pussy. Then you're going to cum into that condom and empty every bit of liquid into your coffee cup so you can drink it while you finish your work day. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Dean answered as he slipped the used condom onto his cock, wrapped his fingers around it, and stroked for a few moments.

Scarlett's face lit up with delight as she watched him do exactly as she'd instructed. Then she spread her legs, pointed to her pussy, and said, "Worship me."

Dean crawled between her legs and pushed his tongue between Scarlett's plump pussy lips. He tasted the sweetness of her juices and the latex of the condom that had moved in and out of her while wrapped around her date's long, thick cock.

The notion that he was licking her pussy so soon after someone else had fucked it filled Dean with an unexpectedly intense kind of desire. Scarlett had been right when she said they'd discovered something new about him, for he was experiencing a pleasure he'd never even considered, let alone embraced, and it was exquisite.

"Worship my pussy, Dean," Scarlett said as she played with her breasts. "Worship the pussy that he satisfied. Worship the pussy that he fucked with such skill. Worship the pussy that he made cum multiple times. Worship the pussy that made him cum twice."

Dean thought of Scarlett's date cumming while inside her. He thought of him filling the condom that now encased Dean's cock. He thought of him doing so while buried deep inside Scarlett and he fell deeper into the intense pleasure of submission while working her pussy with passion.

"Suck on my clit," Scarlett instructed. "Make me cum, Dean. Lick and suck on my clit and make me cum!"

Dean stroked his cock faster as he did exactly as Scarlett instructed. He licked and sucked on her throbbing, exposed clit. The bedroom filled with her moans and his groans as he pursued his pleasure while offering his submission to his sister-in-law.

They came almost simultaneously. He flooded the condom with his load while an orgasm of uncommon pleasure left his loins tingling and slowly spread to the rest of his body. Scarlett closed her eyes, arched her back, and squeezed her breasts hard while juices dripped from her pussy, most of which Dean tried to lick up.

"Thank you," he said in the aftermath of his climax. "Thank you for letting me cum...for bringing his condom home...for all of this, Scarlett."

She smiled and said, "You're welcome. Now go make a fresh cup of coffee and pour all that cum into it. Every drop you can get out of the condom, Dean. Every single drop. Make sure you drink all of it, too. Every single drop. And while you're there, make me a cup of iced coffee, too."

Dean backed out of the bed and pulled the condom from his softening cock. "Of course," he said.

He reached for his clothes but Scarlett interrupted by saying, "Don't get dressed. Stay naked for me while you make my coffee. I like the idea of a nude servant preparing me a drink."

Dean left his clothes on the bedroom floor and headed for the kitchen with a used condom in his hand. He was far less interested in consuming the mixture of cum in his post-orgasmic state - and he felt a little guilty and weird about having eaten the other man's cum off of her body - but Dean was going to do as he was told, for submitting to his sister-in-law over the past few days had proven to be the most pleasurable experience of his life and he wanted to keep enjoying that thrill for as long as she was in town.