Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Heroine’s Husband with His Sister IV
Quickly turning on the bathroom light behind, he was eager. The sight was even more glorious than expected. Perfect bum cheeks high in the air, fine black lace across pale round skin, and a pink slit framed in the middle. Worthy of an offering to the Gods. Mesmerized, he ran a hand across her firm bum before giving one cheek a gentle squeeze and the other a playful slap.

“Lucan,” she continued, pulling helplessly against the restraints. “Seriously, I don’t like this.”

But confident that he knew what was good for her, like a parent feeding broccoli to a child, he continued. Reaching around between her upturned cheeks he cupped her entire pussy with his large hand and began to lewdly rub the wet flesh. His digits ran through the already engorged folds while the tip of his fingers rubbed against the erect clit. It wasn’t long until Sally was moaning involuntarily.

Unable to resist the pleasure, she would never have guessed that being so helpless could have had such an effect. Of course, having her pussy rubbed was one thing. But to be pinned down and powerless at the same time was like nothing she had ever experienced. The sound of squishy pussy filling the air confirmed the deprived joy. The objections evaporated, replaced by wanton whimpers and moans. Such that when the hand unexpectedly disappeared, her sexy swaying rear was left searching in vain for more.

“What are you doing?” she complained again, only this time for the opposite reason.

Yet she needn’t have worried as her brother knelt behind and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with that familiar musky scent. Nudging the legs apart he fondled the perfect firm cheeks before spreading them wide apart, relishing the sound and sight of her moist pink pussy opening up for his gratification. The beast inside roared as he licked and sucked. Normally gentle, tonight was not about that.

Sally also seemed to be loving the depraved sex, bucking her hips back against him, willing his tongue to do its magic. Not even caring when he occasionally shifted his focus to her tight little asshole. Shamelessly she ground back in search of pleasure. The building of an orgasm is more important than anything else, including her dignity.

“I’m going to cum soon,” she panted.

The statement had been unnecessary. Her brother could already sense it in her movements. Hear it in her whimpers. Taste it between her legs. Licking harder and deeper he pushed her over the edge until she was convulsing all over his face.

Licking his lips he stepped back, watching in awe, especially as her sexy little bum hole winked every time her core flexed in orgasm. Unable to resist, he allowed one of his still slick fingers to play at her forbidden entrance. And when there was no protest, he began naughtily slipping it in, savoring the sight and feel.

“Don’t,” she warned seriously, wriggling to dislodge the digit from her rectum. “No anal. I mean it.”

This time Lucan listened, regretfully withdrawing. “Softly, softly,” he reminded himself, don’t scare the horses. Still, he couldn’t be unsatisfied with the introduction of light bondage into the relationship.

With the prospect of anal play off the menu, his aching hard-on commanded the next best option. It was tired of bouncing in mid-air and called on him to use the hole that was on offer. Manhandling his sister’s hot body like a real-life fuck doll, he forced her knees further apart and pushed her mid-back down onto the bed, raising her rear to the perfect height and angle. Admiring the black hair beauty’s submissive position, he suddenly regretted not having set up a video camera. But the thought was gone as quickly as it had arrived. Impatient lust seized control. Spreading the white cheeks wide yet again he plunged the head of his engorged cock deep into the ready cunt.

It took a few thrusts, but quickly he was able to go all the way to the hilt. Her position and ease of access as a result of using the ottoman bed was exactly what he had calculated during his preparations. As a result, her rear was at exactly the right height for him to pump with the full force of his weight. And the feeling of power made it all the more enjoyable. At that moment the female restrained underneath him served no other purpose but to satisfy his sexual needs. He owned her, and it was intoxicating.

Her enjoyment also seemed to increase with his pace and force. The harder he fucked, the more guttural she got. The furniture creaked as she received the pounding of a lifetime. Sally was in heaven. Her only frustration was that she couldn’t attend to the clit buzzing away between her legs. For every time she tried, the restraints highlighted her incapacitation. Like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, the feeling was driving her nuts, amplifying the intensity. Cock drunk and drooling over the bed sheets she willed the ravaging, shocked by how much she was enjoying the defiling.

“Your cunt is so tight tonight,” Lucan goaded.

Her response was incomprehensible. Instead, the sound of sweaty bodies, slapping, grunts, moans and fanny farts filled the room. Lost in each other, the couple cared for nothing but mutual joy.

Sally was the first to blow, flexing and shuddering uncontrollably as a powerful second orgasm ripped through her body. That was it for Lucan, who pumped himself dry while holding onto her bucking rear like a rodeo star. Depositing his hot sticky semen deep into his convulsing sister.

And then it was over. Laying in a state of post orgasmic bliss, Sally was unable to remember that last time she had felt such sexual satisfaction. Having emptied himself, Lucan withdrew his deflating cock and stepped back to admire his handiwork. The room, which was only moments before a cacophony of noise and movement, was eerily quiet. The tied-up black hair beauty motionless as cum slowly dribbled out of her used pink slit. It was enough to make Lucan hard again, and he considered having another go.

But a sound caught his attention. The faint creak of a floor board in the corridor. Looking around he realized that they hadn’t shut the door to the room. It was ajar!

‘Shit!’

Quickly and quietly he peered into the corridor as he looked down the corridor, a shadow flickered across the far wall in the living room. Someone was there, he was sure of it.

‘Strange…’

Click.

‘The front door!’

Moving like a ninja he tiptoed to the front door and looked through the spy hole just in time to see the maid disappearing into the elevator, back to her parent’s apartment.

“Lisa had never left!” he thought to himself.

As the shock passed, a smile formed on his face. It was going to be interesting.