“Adrian, this is my slave” pointing at my slave now kneeling. “This guy here is Jerry, he’s, my accountant. Everyone, this is Adrian. He and his hot Brazilian wife make porn movies. They have a channel on Pornhub.” Adrian corrects me “Used to make movies on Pornhub. The market is too saturated to make a buck. Thus, I’m back to this.”
“Bummer man. Sorry to hear that. But with a wife like that and a cock like yours, you will get back soon. I mean if there’s anyone, I would want to watch fuck my slave, it would be have to be you. The stud man!”
Adrian looks at my slave. “May I look?” I order her to stand, hands behind her back, legs apart. Adrian walks around her. Touches her breasts “Real. Nice” Then checks her mouth, like he was buying a horse. I tell her to bend over and spread her ass. She does as she is told.” Adrian is smiling as he puts one then three fingers into her pussy. She grunts a little. “For an old save, she has a pretty nice pussy, I could fuck that.” He pushes four fingers into her pussy. She tries to stay where she is. Still holding her ass open. She is looking at me. Adrian steps back. “Shit, my lady would love to fuck that too!”
“Adrian, her holes are your holes. Come on over and use them whenever. Even better, She’s not a loaner, this one belongs to me!”
Adrian smiles. “I don’t want to ruin your lunch or anything, but I could use that right now if you don’t mind.” Pointing to the Livingroom, “The couch is open, bend her over, fuck her and we will watch from here.” He grabs her by the hair and pulls her into the other room. Pushes her over the back of the couch. He drops his pants and kicks her legs apart. We watch as he puts a finger into her pussy again. “The old bitch is already wet!”
For a white boy, he comes pretty well-hung. His cock is a good nine inches long and probably as thick as a tree. That’s why he makes porn movies!!
He wastes no time getting his cock lined up with her wet pussy and pushes it right in. She yelps from the sudden intrusion. “Sorry honey, I’m in a little bit of a hurry.” He tells her. “I’ve got other deliveries and maybe a few other pussies to fill.”
Holding her down with his hand, he starts to hammer away at her hole. She is grunting, moving around but can’t because he has a grip on her. He leans into her and puts his weight on her while taking longer strokes. She has tears in her eyes but is moaning and screaming as he is smiling and looking back at us men enjoying the show.
Each stoke is harder than the last one. He starts to call her degrading names as he hammers his cock into her wet pussy. She is moaning, panting and probably slobbering as he keeps it going. He is reaching over and grabbing at her boobs like a cat paws at a dangling string.
Jerry is trying to eat his sandwich, but his eyes are glued to the other room and the fucking he is witnessing. “Dam, is he hurting her with that thing?” I remind him “She’s an old slave, she can handle it. She is my slave, and she WILL handle it.”
My aunt is now rolling her shoulders and making body moves, telling me her body is probably feeling a couple of orgasms. Her breathing is getting heavier and shorter. I know she is about to hit the big one. Adrian is slowing his strokes, but not his energy as he continues to slam his cock into her abused hole. Finally, he stiffens his back, leans back and with a loud grunting noise, he pauses. You know he is filling her hole up with his cum.
Adrian pulls his meat out of her cunt, it’s still semihard, wet and dripping. He walks around to the front of the couch and points it at her mouth. She opens as he pushes it all in. She chokes but makes room for it all. Sucks on it as she slowly pulls it out. He pulls away, smiles as he gets dressed. “Jake, you the man. She is a keeper.”
She starts to turn towards me. I smile at her. “Good slave, now lick up your mess and let’s have lunch.” I hear a “Yes Sir” as she kneels and starts to lick her juices off the carpet. I tell her to go clean up in the bathroom then return ASAP.
With my chair in front of the desk, Jerry on the couch to the side of me. We are talking about how I went to a funeral and came back a slave owner. My slave is kneeling in front of me, her legs on either side of my right leg. I ordered her a kid’s salad because the lettuce is in smaller pieces, easier to hand feed my slave.
By the time I wrap up the story with the plane ride home, I realize she is slowly humping my leg. I smile at the site. She is lost in her own little world, eyes closed, head tilted back with mouth open as I feed her the lettuce. She is rhythmically rubbing herself on me. Her mound is pressed on my ankle bone and leaving a wet streak on the fabric.
Snapping my fingers, she stops, opens her eyes and looks at me. “Maybe my guest would like to rub his foot on your pussy. Go ask.” She smiles, gets into a kneeling position and crawls over to Jerry. Looks up. “Would Sir like to rub his foot on this slave’s pussy?”
I tell Jerry “She loves her pussy rubbed.” I’m not sure if that’s true, but it gets a little rise out of Jerry who is smiling down at her with a tent in his trousers. “No, what your guest would like is to fuck the shit out of my friends’ slave again.”
Jerry asks me “What red blooded American boy hasn’t dreamed about fucking his aunt? Better yet, how many have ever thought about fucking his own mother plus her sister? You get both!” I had to correct him. My mother fucked me; I fucked the sister. Details matter.
I needed to get things back to the present. So, I ordered her on all fours as I knelt on the floor and opened my pants, pulling out my cock. My slave smiled at me and turned to put her mouth on my cock. Jerry grunted then decided to join me on the floor.