Midnight Tryst

"Lay down on the floor, Slave." I tell him, panting, my body on edge. Am I really going to do this? Fuck yes. He lays down on the floor, I stand over him, my fingers working myself furiously.

"Open your mouth wide." He obeys. Just in time. My orgasm strikes me like a tidal wave, I shoot a jet of squirt at his face, some gets into his mouth. I moan loudly, as a second jet splatters on his chest, my legs turn to rubber and as I fall on my ass, a third shot splashes all over his stiff cock.

"Oh, fuck, John. Fuck. Fuck!" I sit on the floor between his legs, liquid coming out of my pussy in smaller and smaller spurts, staring at the sight of him drenched with my fluids. "You can finish yourself now, Slave."

I tell him, out of breath. He grabs his turgid member and after about four or five strokes, thrusts his hip in the air. I watch as the first volley of his spunk hits my breast, I quickly lean forward, the second volley hits my nose.

I take his throbbing cock in my mouth as it continues erupting his hot seed. I swallow it greedily as it keep spurting. After eight more good spurts, his orgasm subsides, I feel his member start to wilt in my mouth. I let it flop out, it lays down on his stomach, slowly shrinking.

"You're such a good Slave. I expect to do this again tomorrow. You best be ready." My slave and I have lots of new things to explore, so maybe, just maybe it'll go further.

"Yes my beautiful mistress, anything for my sister." I'm his own sister and I'm his mistress, I smirk as I look down at the obedient slave/brother he is.