Authors: Emilee Brown
Tags: #BDSM, #Erotic Fiction, #Interracial, #Romance, #Short Stories (Single Author)
I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window, pumping my breast milk when Mr. Barrows strode across the pool deck, the silver strands in his dark hair glinting in the sun. My breath caught in my throat to see him again. It had been so long.
The blond from the day before was no where to be seen, and I wondered if that meant he’d bound her inside as he’d done with me on more than one occasion. I rubbed my thumb absently over the faded scar from the rope burns--it was almost healed, these many months later.
Butterflies danced in my stomach and I wasn’t sure if I relished the idea of seeing him, or if I was terrified of what he might do to me now. He’d been furious when he caught me selling my panties and he’d taken a firm hand with me to keep me on the straight and narrow. If he knew the things I’d done with my alpha firemen neighbors, I had a hunch the resulting punishment would be excruciating and animistic.
He dove smoothly into the pool, the lines of his body as taut as ever. Even if all that was ever between us was his being my first--first lover, first punisher--I couldn’t imagine ever not loving him. Even as I found myself in the arms of new lovers, sometimes multiples at a time, I still compared them to him.
I compared their touch to his, their scents to his, the taste of their flesh to his. His cock was the measuring stick I used to determine whether a lover was well-endowed or sadly lacking. I wondered if that would always be the case, or if eventually my memories of him would dim. Would there be a new lover who would supplant him? Who would take Mr. Barrows’ place in my heart and mind?
The pump on my breast signaled it was time to switch breasts and I eased it into place, allowing myself to savor the delicious sensation of it sucking my milk from my body. Mr. Barrows was breast-stroking across the pool, moving as smooth as glass through the water. I longed to be sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dangling into the water, waiting for him to surface between my legs so that I could kiss him.
I’d never been allowed in his back yard, he’d been afraid of what the neighbors might think. That had suited me as I’m not sure I’d have been able to stomach the idea that my mother might have seen me. Particularly given many of the things he’d commanded me to do.
The breast pump continued it’s rhythmic sucking, massaging my sensitive nipple. Mr. Barrows climbed out of the pool and sat on the lounge chair that faced my bedroom window. He settled himself comfortably before locking his eyes on the window of my bedroom. A chill crept up my spine as I reassured myself he couldn’t see me because of the time of day and the reflection on the glass--it was much lighter outside than inside my bedroom, and I hadn’t been so foolish as to push the desk right against the window.
His gaze intense on my bedroom window, he lowered his swimming trunks slowly as if he knew I was watching. His beautiful, thick cock was already clearly aroused and he licked his palm before wrapping his hand around his rod. Though he had large hands, he barely managed to grip half of that thick, beautiful member, that’s how substantial it was.
Slowly, easily, he began to stroke himself. I joined him, gently rubbing my pussy, already wet. He’d forced me to masturbate while he watched often enough, but he’d always refused to touch himself in front of me, no matter how I begged for it. This felt surprisingly intimate, in spite of the distance between us. His finally letting me see him doing something so personal and private. He massaged the head of his penis, his eyes still steady on my window.
And then he reached for the phone that sat beside him. I wondered if he was calling up porn--his tastes had run surprisingly vanilla--until my phone buzzed. “Why aren’t you down here sucking my cock instead of hiding in your bedroom?”
I stared at my phone for a long minute before glancing back down at him, his lips had curled into a calculated smile. He’d taken his cock in both hands now, each massaging up the entire length of that thick, heavy tool. His eyes still held a dare.
Was I brave enough to blow him in his backyard?
Put like that, I bristled. Of course not! My step might see and though I didn’t see anything long term with Jacob--our parents would freak--I didn’t want to hurt him. And things between he and I had just begun. Mr. Barrows was in my past. My delicious, naughty past. Jacob was my future, at least for the time being.
I removed my hand from my pussy and licked my fingers clean before replying, “I’m seeing someone.”
His face twisted into a snarl when he read the text and I could feel his anger, intense and hot, even from this far away.
“I didn’t ask you that.” He texted back as if I were some disobedient play thing.
I deleted it.
Not without second thoughts! But I deleted it all the same. Just thinking of Jacob’s lips on my full to bursting breasts made the choice easier than it would have been mere days before, but it still wasn’t an easy decision. I knew what it was to belong to Mr. Barrows. I knew how it felt to have him move inside me. With Jacob everything was new, every sensation was giddy. But I didn’t know we fit together properly yet. I didn’t know if he could fill me completely. I didn’t know if he would know precisely where to touch me.
And yet, I wanted to find out.
“On your knees and suck my dick, now.” He texted.
Again I deleted it, power surging up my spine. It felt good to deny him after spending so much time learning to please him. I’d enjoyed being submissive to that beautiful, powerful, brutal man. But now that Jacob offered the opportunity for a different kind of relationship, I was hungry to find out where that led.
“Listen, you whore, if you don’t obey me now, you will regret it. Do you understand me?”
I glanced down at him again, and though it was clear he was angry, he maintained the same slow, seductive stroke on his cock as if everything was exactly as it should be.
“That pussy of a step brother of yours is watching too.”
At that, I sat up.
“He’ll suck me if you won’t.”
My eyebrows raised in skepticism and though I knew Mr. Barrows couldn’t see me, I regretted it as soon as it happened. I didn’t want him to think he could get any kind of reaction from me whatsoever.
A few minutes passed, Mr. Barrows still steadily rubbing his hands up and down. And then I saw someone else enter the backyard. A moment later, I recognized it as Jacob’s profile. I pressed closer to the window and Mr. Barrows smiled in satisfaction as Jacob sat towards the foot of Mr. Barrows’ lounger.
I was simultaneously sick and fascinated. Allow me a brief interlude, dear reader? Because you may already be aware that now when I train my young men, they are always required to seduce one another. It’s all consensual, of course, though there’s occasionally some apprehension at first. Though my men can refuse a new home when I have an offer, the fact is most married couples seeking a professionally trained male sub want that sub to be willing to do anything, whether it involves women or men. And, of course, men who contact me looking for one of my properly trained men are generally intending to be serviced, sexually, by that young man.
Yes, I do have a relatively large clientele of single women, but frequently even they want a man who is flexible in his services.
Quite frankly, there’s nothing sexier than a man who’s willing to do whatever he’s asked, especially when what he’s been asked to do is suck another man’s cock.
But, of course, none of this was true yet, none of this was yet a part of who I was. I wasn’t a domme, I was just a girl torn between two men, feeling a little sick at just how much watching my step approach Mr. Barrows, his cock still in his hands, was turning me on.
There was a bit of a discussion between the two men and I wished that I could hear them from where I sat, but wasn’t willing to move any closer. Though Mr. Barrows believed he knew I was here, I still felt rather anonymous and hidden here in my perch in my bedroom, knowing neither of them could see through the window.
My breast pump signaled it was finished, and I realized I’d been so distracted I hadn’t felt it there for a number of minutes. Worse, I hadn’t managed the orgasm I always seemed to have when I pumped. Disappointed, I removed the pump from my breast and rearranged my nursing bra and blouse and then my attention returned to the two men in Mr. Barrows’ yard.
I was shocked by what I saw, Mr. Barrows was falling to his knees in front of Jacob. Mr. Barrows reached up and undid Jacob’s pants, moving in a way that was more greedy than uncomfortable.
Jacob’s pants around his ankles, Mr. Barrows ran his fingers gently over Jacob’s length. And I was pleased to see that it was quite a length. He was perhaps slightly smaller than my firemen--whose size I’d never truly managed to comfortably accommodate--but was definitely larger than Mr. Barrows.
He was still rather limp and I wondered if he’d be able to get hard. Mr. Barrows kissed the mushroom head of Jacob’s member and I gasped in delight. How had Jacob managed to humble Mr. Barrows?
Mr. Barrows licked Jacob, slowly, in a way that made my desire flame. I had to hold myself locked in my seat to calm the urge to race down and join in. But I knew watching would be more fun, even if I did wish I could hear them. There’s nothing hotter than a man brought to desperate, animistic moans.
I began to stroke myself again, and my fingers became sopping wet immediately. My breath came in hot, fast pants as I watched Mr. Barrows take Joshua deep inside his mouth. Joshua wound his fingers in Mr. Barrows’ thick, silver hair and guided Mr. Barrows’ head this way and that, while he thrust his pelvis deeper against the older man’s mouth.
I dug through my desk drawer and dug out my favorite toy, a thick glass dildo that I kept in a silk case. I repositioned myself so that I could enjoy my toy, and then warmed the glass with my hands. When it felt warm enough, I dipped it in my juices and then rubbed it against my swelling, tender clit.
Down by the pool, Mr. Barrows was bobbing up and down on Jacob’s cock, one hand wrapped around the base, making a twisting motion. Jacob’s head was tossed back in delicious enjoyment and Mr. Barrows seemed desperate to bring him to completion.
I slipped my dildo deep inside myself, letting it press against my sweet, tender g-spot and then drew out a vibrator that I tucked against my clit. Within thirty seconds, I was cumming, stomping my feet, the waves of pleasure wrenching my body.
Jacob had pulled out of Mr. Barrows’ mouth now and, though half-closed eyes, I watched as he ejaculated a truly spectacular load all over Mr. Barrows’ face. My body convulsed with another orgasm at the sight of Jacob mastering Mr. Barrows so thoroughly.
And though I’d cum several times, I was so thoroughly unsatisfied. I knew my satisfaction would only come when I road Jacob to his fall.
I jumped in the shower to be clean and fresh for Jacob. My fingers were sticky with my fluids, and my breasts had expelled more milk when I came. I wanted to be ready for him because I knew he’d come for me immediately.
And when I returned to my bedroom, wrapped in a towel, there he was. My beautiful step stretched out on my bed, waiting for me, his hands beneath his head.
I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Anything you want to tell me?”
“You like to watch.” He said, sitting up.
I didn’t bother to try and suppress my answering smile. “Can you blame me?”
He reached out his hand and brushed his fingers over my knee. “You are beautiful, you know that?”
“So you’ve said,” I replied in a tone that conveyed how little I was impressed.
He tugged on my towel and I held it in place for a moment before surrendering and letting it drop away. “Lay down,” he whispered.
He blinked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, how will you punish me if I don’t obey you?”
His eyes widened in innocence and concern. “Em, I’d never punish you. I’d never punish anyone.”
“Then how did you get Mr. Barrows to blow you?” I reached out a hand and dragged my fingertips along his cheekbone and down to his lips, sending electric tingles up my arm.
He smiled in understanding. “I told him that you were mine now and if he wanted to have another chance with you, he’d blow me every day until you were willing to listen to him.”
I slid onto the bed beside him, stretching out the length of his body. “So you enjoyed it then?”
He ran a finger over my collar bone idly. “I enjoyed you watching.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “I enjoyed watching.” I admitted.
He kissed my forehead. “What was your favorite part?”
“When you shot your load all over his face,” I said, triumphantly.
“Mmm,” he said as he slid closer to me, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my nipple. “That was my favorite part, too.” He dipped his lips to my breast and kissed me gently. Then he licked my nipple to encourage the milk to flow for him again. His tongue was warm and rough against my skin.
“You aren’t really going to make me get back together with him, are you?”
He drew away from my breast so that he could look me in the eye. “Em, you’re your own person. I can’t make you date our pervy neighbor and I can’t make you not date him.”
“It wasn’t really dating,” I admitted shyly.
He nipped my nipple and my milk squirted out, he sucked for a long moment. A warm feeling of calm flowed over me. My doctor had mentioned that was the endorphins which promoted bonding. And yet in that moment, I couldn’t imagine needing any help to bond with my dear, sweet step brother.
He drank thirstily and then pulled back lazily. “You never have to explain yourself to me.”
I studied his face for a long moment, not quite believing he was sincere. Who said things like that and meant them? Tears welled in my eyes as a sense of acceptance and peace enfolded me. I hadn’t even known it was something I needed, something I’d been searching for. A man who loved and wanted me exactly as I was, who didn’t judge me for doing, or not doing, the things he wanted or disapproved of.
He burred his face between my breasts for a moment and then smothered me with kisses. It felt like he would just lie here on this bed with me for hours, never demanding anything from me.
Which left me with an overwhelming urge to have him inside me. Though, admittedly, the reality of straddling my step and taking him into my body seemed at once crazy and inevitable. As if every moment between us had been building to this moment, this experience. My step brother in my bed, sucking my nipple, drinking from my breast, loving me exactly as I was.
I nuzzled him and brought my lips to his, wrestling him onto his back. I deepened the kiss and unbuttoned his shirt, needing him naked so our flesh could meet.
“Why are you still wearing your pants?”
He grinned. “We don’t have to move so fast, you know.”
“You heard what I said before, right? About hormones?”
“It’s this or Mr. Barrows?”
I mirrored his grin, delighted that he was teasing me this way. And delighted to realize that, though I would take him and Mr. Barrows, there was no either or any longer. He shimmied from his pants and wrestled out of his shirt. I traced his taught muscles from shoulder to shoulder and then I leaned down to bite his chest. He shuddered.
I kissed a trail down his chest, growing ever closer to that beautiful cock that I’d wanted since long before I’d seen it. Now that I’d seen it, I had to have it. But he stopped me, curling a finger beneath my chin and drawing me back up the length of his body. “This is all about you,” he said. “I’ve had my turn.”
“You just want to know how tight my pussy is.” I teased.
“I will admit to a certain curiosity about how we fit together.”
I positioned myself so that I could grind against him, his cock between us, rubbing against my lips, teasing my clit. He moaned softly and gripped my hips. “Wait,” he murmured, “I need a condom.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t.”
His eyes fluttered open. “Are you sure?”
I kissed him again, enjoying the way his lips worked temptingly against mine. “I am.”
His fingers moved to my belly. “But what if...”
“You make me pregnant?”
He flushed and nodded, seeming tongue tied.
My pelvis grinding against him harder, I sighed with satisfaction. “Pregnant by my step. Mmm. Wouldn’t that be something?”
He pinched my nipple and a little milk spurted out. He licked it off his fingers. “I’d like that,” he said.
And with that, I helped him inside me, my back arching as he filled me up. I gasped. “You’re bigger than you looked.”
He smiled the kind of smug, self-satisfied smile well-endowed men smile when you recognize them for their gifts.
I rocked against him a few times, getting him extra hard and then switched tactics, pulling myself tight against his pelvis and grinding against him, his cock deep inside me. I knew most men couldn’t stay hard for long with so little movement, but oh it felt so good, stimulating my clit and my g-spot at the same time. He rocked against me from below, powerful thrusts that indicated an impressive range of motion. Part of me wanted him on top so I could find out just how powerful. But I was greedy. It had been so long since I’d had a man inside me. And this man was such a singular opportunity, a man who loved me and who wanted me, who wasn’t holding me down or commanding me to do as he wanted.
I paused, adjusting my angle so that his thick, hot cock was filling me as deeply as possible with each rock of my pelvis. I gasped sharply. “That’s it baby,” I murmured. “Right there.” He grinned and gave a little jiggle beneath me. “Oh, oh, Jacob. That’s, oh--” I panted, dissolving against him. “That’s so good. Right there.”
He continued to thrust beneath me, running his palms over my ass. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “Em, you’re perfect.” He increased the tempo and still my pussy exploded with pleasure. I wasn’t sure if I was having one long orgasm or multiples. All I knew was that everything I was was basking in delicious, juicy enjoyment. He held me tight against him as he gasped.
“I’m coming,” he moaned. “I’m coming.” And with that he flooded me with his thick, hot desire. I gasped as he filled me with his cum, my body welcoming him with another round of bliss. I shuddered against him, unable to hold myself up any longer, collapsing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close, still inside me, shrinking and softening.
I moaned, my body still surrendering to him and the pleasure he’d brought me.