My Sister's Friend Christina Ch. 03

Warning: This is a piece of fantasy that depicts non-consensual sex, and forced sex. This is a piece of fiction. I do not condone forced sex, or non-consensual. Please do not read if you cannot tell fantasy from reality, or right from wrong. All characters are over 18. Please enjoy.

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It was the next day after taking Christina's anal cherry, for the price of her food that evening. She hadn't spoken to me since that night, she was hungry however and ate most of the pizza. But she had gone to bed after the pizza was finished, and I slipped into the bed with her but she was sleeping, or pretending to sleep at least

Either way I knew I would have had to force Christina into sex that night, if I wanted it and I myself were too tired so I went to sleep immediately myself.

So the next morning, I woke up and saw that the en suite bathroom door to my bedroom was closed, and heard the shower was running. Christina was showering.

I sat up, I was naked under the sheets so I picked out a clean pair of boxers, and a baggy, loose black vest I wore around my house.

I decided to let her shower, and 'lay out' her clothes for today either around the house or for her if we went out together. I went to her bags, and opened them to see what clothes she had brought with her to stay with me.

I owned Christina while she stayed with me, so I felt no guilt unzipping her luggage and bags and emptying its contents on the bed to pick out her clothes. I was surprised at how many pairs of tights, stockings and leggings she brought with her. I was going to enjoy my time with this sexy Latina mamma.

I knew there were enough clothes for the next week or so, and I had many ideas of what she could wear for me. I found a pair of black opaque tights, with hearts and crosses designed onto them.

There was to be no underwear, she was not going to wear any today; I wanted her ass to be touchable, easy to fuck and easy to access.

Next I out a simple, matching black top that she could wear to bed or outside with sweat pants.

I waited for her to come out of the shower, and I watched my watch eagerly waiting for her to come out and surprise her with her clothing for the day.

Finally I heard the shower turn off, and the lock on the bathroom door turn before the door opened.

It was her, Christina and she had one of the big towels I had in the bathroom wrapped around her body hiding her luscious curves. When she saw me standing there, it startled her and she jumped in fright.

"No, please I just showered!"

I smiled, in the vicious, perverted way I always did around Christina.

"If you want to eat, you'll do as I fucking tell you. Now lose the towel, and get over here."

Christina was visibly shaking, under the towel as if her legs had turned to jelly instantly.

"Lose the fucking towel, or go without food today."

"Please, I beg you James. I beg you."

That was it, I didn't like Christina challenging me or questioning my instructions so I went over to the bag, and began to throw her clothes excluding the stuff I left out for her. I was being dramatic, theatrical to make her think I was tossing her ass out on the street.

"Let's see how long you last out on the streets Chrissy, see what happens when your money runs out and you can't buy anything to eat!"

She ran at me, grabbing my arms to stop me pilling her stuff into her bag.

"Please! Alright, please stop! I'll do it."

The tears rolled down her washed face, as she began to cry holding onto the towel with shaking fingers.

"Talk is cheap, take off the fucking towel."

Slowly her fingers curled at the ends of the towel, holding it tight around her and slowly she let go of it. It fell and pooled around her feet, as I saw her body in all it's natural, washed glory.

She stood there, her hands at her sides clutching at thin air with her fingers.

Her big breasts were hanging there, her dark aureoles were so delicious I wanted to suck on them. But it was her thick, hips and ass that won the competition. In all their glory, with no clothing on her tummy was peachy, slightly sticking out over her waist but not too much. She was beautiful to look at fully naked, her smooth pussy was glistening with water from the shower. Her pussy lips slightly gaping, and my cock stirred in my boxers staring at her.

Her blonde hair with the streaks through them, were matted to her face, neck and shoulders from the shower.

"Now get over to the bed, and dress in what I've left out for you. Now."

Christina crossed the room to my bed, and saw the clothes I laid out. The tights, and the top but no underwear. She flipped over the two pieces of clothing, expecting underwear hidden under them.

She let out a tired sigh, and dropped the clothes on the bed.

"No underwear?"

I nodded.

"No underwear, and you better get used to wear none around this house or when we're out together."

"God, you fucking asshole!"

As she swore at me, she picked up the clothes and began to dress in earnest, pulling the tights unceremoniously up her legs, and the top on afterwards looking at me as she pulled the tights from her ass, where they got stuck.

"Did they get stuck between your fat ass cheeks?"

She gave me the finger, as she ground her teeth in anger at me.

"Good girl, now come on. You want breakfast?"

Christina grunted, an affirmative answer and followed me into the kitchen with the gentle sounds of soft, nylon on the kitchen titles.

"Those tights suit you, Christina. Bet your ass looks good in them."

Christina grunted.

"Fuck you."

I laughed as she sat down at the breakfast counter, and I pulled a frying pan off the wall hook and turned on the stove.

"What you want? Bacon and eggs?"

Christina nodded.

"And sausages, I may as well eat as much as I can around you."

I just smiled, and poured some oil into the frying pan and threw in some rashers of bacon, before breaking two eggs into the pan as they sizzled and cooked.

As the food cooked, I turned to face her. She was sat staring at me with her legs closed, and she saw me eyeing her up as I cooked her food.

"Spread your legs."

"No."

I smiled, rubbing my cock through my boxers as I stared at her thick, fat thighs encased in her tights.

"Spread them, now."

Christina cringed, and quickly spread her legs wide open obscenely for me as she looked away in shame.

I smiled and continued to cook the breakfast, as I stared at her hairless, smooth cunt visible through the gusset of her tights.

I smiled and turned off the stove, as the food was all cooked except the sausages which I'd put on next.

"Now get on your fucking knees in front of me, slut. Right down on your knees in your tights, in front of me."

Christina was shaking, but after a moment closed her legs and slid down from the stool onto her knees and slid across the kitchen tiles to me, and sat hunched on her feet directly in front of my crotch. Her face directly in front of my boxers, like an obedient dog would do when called.

"Open your mouth, cunt-slut."

Christina grudgingly opened her mouth as wide as she could, as I took hold of my erect cock in my boxers and shoved it inside her mouth, with the cotton boxers still on. She gasped as the pitched tent violated her mouth, and gagged as I pushed it right to the back of her mouth to her throat. My hands found her big hanging breasts through her top and squeezed them menacingly.

"Big ass slut."

I held her dirty blonde hair, and holding them in pigtails I rammed my cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her mouth onto me.

I pulled out of her mouth, and yanked down my boxers to release my bare cock. I shoved it right back in, giving her no time to react and she began to gag as my cock slammed into the back of her throat, touching her gag reflex.

"There we go, you big ass whore. Suck my fucking cock, choke on it. Because we have a very long day ahead of us, and you're the star of it all."

Christina gagged, choke and coughed as she stared up at me with disapproving eyes no longer really caring if I raped her, she had no option but to accept it if she wanted to eat, and sleep in my home.

This went on for a few minutes, making her choke and gag on me as her breasts swung and bounced with each thrust. I yanked my cock from her mouth, as she desperately gasped for air and oxygen. I turned and with my erect cock between my legs, put her food onto a plate and threw the sausages into the frying pan next, turning on the stove.

She was gasping for air, and as her breathing calmed she spoke.

"Can-can I sit back on the stool now?"

I grinned, frying the sausages.

"Go ahead, I have things I can do to you as you sit."

Christina dragged herself to her feet and onto the stool as I cooked for her, I saw now the front of her top and parts of her tights were soaked with moistness from her own saliva or sweat.

Breathing hard, she sat there waiting for me.

I left her alone for ten minutes, after pouring her a glass or Orange juice and giving her the plate of food I already cooked. I would add the sausages to her plate, once they were ready.

Once the sausages were cooked, with my cock still hanging out of my boxers I brought the frying pan over and placed the sausages on her plate. I put it down on the stove, and turned it off and stood watching her eat.

"Keep eating."

I told her as I spread her legs wide open by hand, until the gusset was stretched over her smooth pussy. She didn't do anything, except gasp gently but continued to eat. She knew what to do for her food, she was accepting her situation and this was nothing new to her now.

It was as if she was indifferent, eating a piece of sliced sausage as I forced her legs even wider over the stool. She was a sight, her puffy gaping pussy lips open against the nylon. I stroked my hard cock, as I yanked her hair back, not violently but roughly. She gasped, but continued to eat, as I shoved my tongue down her throat and kissed her.

Finally she finished eating, and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Are we done?"

I pulled her off the stool and lifted her over my shoulder and carried her into the lounge where I watched television. I could hear her crying, and weeping as she swung over my shoulder. I laid her on her back on the couch, and positioned her head at the arm of the couch as she wept. I wasted no time, forcing her mouth open around my cock and at this angle of her head being upturned, I was able to get my cock all the way down to the bottom of her throat as her legs squirmed and cringed.

She never tried to sit up, shove me off of her face. Instead she tried to shove more of my cock into her mouth, hoping I would cum faster and her ordeal would be over for a while.

But she was wrong, I was ready for hours of this today. I held her head in place as I face fucked her, and the force made her spittle and saliva dribble onto my cock and down onto the carpet.

Eventually I grew tired of her mouth, and yanking it from her throat she gasped and coughed once again regaining her breath.

"You came prepared for me, all my favorite outfits for a woman to wear you've pretty much got stocked up in your bag. I got to admit, I am a fan of a woman wearing tights, stockings and leggings that really show off her ass and legs. You have it all, in that bag. Enough to keep me going for the rest of your stay, with me."

She was crying, the reality of her luggage being made up of clothes I actually preferred her to wear for me, was now going to be the cause of a lot of nightmares.

I walked around to her feet, at the other end of the couch and taking hold of her ankles I span her around until her legs were spread wide open, her feet barely touching the floor as her body was manhandled.

I wasted no time again, turning her over onto her tummy and her ass sticking out at me as she buried her head in the couch, crying. I forced her legs wider, as her fat ass jiggled as I got behind her on my knees.

Yanking down her tights by their waistband, I pulled them down around her knees and shuffled forwards until my cock was prodding her ass and slit.

I found her buttocks, and pressing on them I spread them as if this was a scene for a very depraved porn movie. Her puckered anus, gaping now since yesterday and her smooth cunt now wide open from the hammering I gave her, I decided for her ass this time. I pressed my thick cock-head to her anus, and rammed forwards making her yelp, and cry harder as I filled her rectum with my cock.

"Nice ass, deserves cock up it on a regular basis Chrissy."

I was laughing, as I fucked Christina's ass hard and fast, my balls slapping her buttocks as I pounded my entire length in and out of her bubble butt.

I was close, I couldn't hold on any longer and with a few more, daring thrusts I bottomed out in her ass and exploded with a loud grunt. My semen flooded her anus, and slowly dripped out onto my cock and down onto my thighs. Christina was convulsing, shaking as she felt the hot liquid enter and eventually she collapsed on the couch, spread wider and even more obscenely. She was awake, but had lost all of the fight in her.

I sat back, pushed my cock back inside my boxers and yanked her tights up over her ass to her waist again keeping my semen inside her anus, until it was staining her tights.

I landed one slap on her ass, as it jiggled and stood.

"Go shower again slut, we're going out."

I left her there, shaking and crying as I went to cook my own breakfast with a smile on my face.

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