Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 8 (Patreon)
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"Scarlett...I'm not sure about this," Dean said as he pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.
She reached up, redirected the rearview mirror to face her, and did a quick check of her hair and makeup. "Why not? You said you wanted to watch me get fucked, Dean. You were quite clear about it, in fact. What's changed now that we're in his driveway?"
"I...I don't...I don't know, it just suddenly seems like an insane idea," Dean answered as he felt a sense of panic spread through his body.
"Dean," Scarlett said. "Dean, look at me."
Dean turned to his exceedingly beautiful sister-in-law and she smiled, melting away some of his panic. She reached up and for a moment he thought she might slap him. Instead, she caressed his face in a warm, gentle manner, helping to calm his racing heart.
"I know you want this, Dean," she said softly. "You want to go inside with me. You want to see me fool around with Eric. You want to see his hands on my body - a body that we both know you crave - and you want to see me welcome his cock into my body. You want to see me give him the pleasures that you'll never experience with me. You want to see me offer him my pussy. You want to see him fuck me hard. You want to hear the way he makes me moan. You want it, Dean. I know you do."
He did. That's why he'd gone with Scarlett. Of course he wanted it. That didn't stop him from feeling nervous, though.
"You know what else, Dean?" she asked.
"What?" he replied.
Scarlett's smiled as she pressed two fingers against his lower lip. Dean dutifully opened his mouth and she slid her fingers onto his tongue. He sucked slowly and sensually, fellating her fingers because he knew it's what Scarlett wanted, and a remarkable sense of calm came over him as he did.
"This is more than just watching me fuck another man, Dean," Scarlett said. "This is watching me fuck the man that might very well fuck your wife. I know you heard Anna’s desire when you listened in on our conversation the other night. I know you heard that she wants to fuck someone else, Dean. I know you heard that she can't help but desire a man like Eric, and I know you've fantasized about your wife having sex with someone else. I know you have, Dean. Don't bother trying to deny it."
She was right. Ever since he'd heard Anna express her desire for something Dean couldn't offer - and that Eric likely could - he'd indulged in more than a few fantasies about it. It still struck him as both an insane idea and unlikely to ever happen, but there was no question the idea turned him on.
"Now, you can stay in the car if you like - I'm getting fucked either way - but I think you should come in with me. I think you should surrender yourself to the pleasure of what's possible if you go inside. I think you should let me dominate you in an entirely new way, and that if you do you might discover it's more exciting than anything you've ever experienced," Scarlett said as she gently fucked his mouth with her slender fingers. "It's your choice, though."
Scarlett pulled her fingers from his mouth, wiped them on Dean's face, and got out of the car. A battle waged in his head as he watched her saunter towards the door and stared at her ass, which looked stunning in the tight dress she'd picked to impress the man she was about to get fucked by.
Dean was nervous - deeply nervous - but he couldn't pass up the chance to serve Scarlett as she had sex with another man. He got out of the car and hurried after her.
"That's a good boy," Scarlett said as he approached, eliciting a tingle of pleasure between his legs. "Before we go inside, I'd like you to get on your knees, kiss my feet, and apologize for being so indecisive. After all, a good submissive doesn't waver the way you did. A good submissive does as he's told, doesn't he?"
Dean fell to his knees, bent over, and kissed each of Scarlett's feet before looking up at her, pressing his hands together like he was praying to a goddess, and saying, "I'm sorry for how indecisive I was, Scarlett. I won't do that once we're inside. Thank you for tolerating my mistake."
"Well, what do we have here?" a deep, amused-sounding voice said.
Dean looked up to see a well-dressed, handsome man standing in the doorway. It was quite a way to be introduced to the man that would soon be fucking Scarlett, but Dean quickly reasoned that there was little need for embarrassment on his part, as it was quite likely that he'd spend the rest of the afternoon experiencing various degrees of humiliation as Scarlett put him to use as a sub while she fucked another man.
"Eric, this is my brother-in-law, Dean," Scarlett said by way of introduction. "He's also been my submissive plaything while I'm visiting, and, of course, he's married to Anna."
Eric smiled in a manner that made Dean quite certain he'd heard Anna's name before.
"Ahh, well, Dean, it's nice to meet you," Eric said. "Scarlett tells me that there's a chance I might be lucky enough to have a relationship with your wife at some point. Is that right?"
"I hope so," Dean answered as he remained on his knees outside Eric's home.
"I hope so too," Eric said as he stepped outside, put his arm around Scarlett, and kissed her neck. "I've always enjoyed fucking married women, if I'm being honest. I know there's something terrible about being the other man in a marriage, but when a married women steps out on her husband she's always - and I mean always - doing so because he just can't satisfy her anymore, and there's nothing like fucking a woman that's having great orgasms for the first time in years, if not decades."
"I'm determined to make sure that Anna ends up in your bed, Eric," Scarlett said as she boldly reached between his legs and massaged his cock. "My pussy has thoroughly enjoyed your dick and I'm certain my sister will enjoy it even more than I do." She looked at Dean, offered a devilish smile, and added, "After all, Anna's gone considerably longer without being fucked by someone capable of delivering a world class orgasm. Dean's a lovely husband, but he doesn't have much to offer in the bedroom outside of an eager, talented tongue."
"Why don't we go inside?" Eric suggested.
Scarlett grasped his cock through his pants, kissed him softly on the lips, and then turned and stepped into the house. Dean got to his feet and followed Eric and Scarlett as they headed for the living room. Two glasses of red wine sat waited on the coffee table and slow, romantic-sounding music played through the speakers installed in all four corners of the room.
"How lovely," Scarlett said as Eric picked up both glasses of wine and offered her one. They each enjoyed a sip before she closed the distance between them and kissed him in a hungry, passionate manner. "It's only been a few days, but I can’t believe how badly I want you."
"I want you too," Eric replied.
Scarlett sipped her wine while unzipping Eric's pants. Her delicate fingers slipped inside and she effortlessly freed his cock, revealing its impressive length and thickness to Dean, who stood just a few yards away with an excited look on his face.
"I've missed this," Scarlett said softly as she stroked Eric's thick cock. "My pussy has missed this desperately. In fact, you fuck me good enough that my pussy gets wet just thinking about you, Eric."
They kissed again and Dean alternated between staring at the slow handjob Eric was enjoying and the way Scarlett's tongue did what must have been wondrously arousing things in Eric's mouth. Both were equally arousing and Dean couldn't help but feel a little jealous as he finally got to witness just how passionate a lover Scarlett could be.
"Dean, take your clothes off," Scarlett instructed. "And get on your fucking knees. You have no business standing in the same room as a man like Eric."
Dean hastily stripped - revealing his stiff cock, which was considerably smaller than Eric's - and dutifully falling to his knees, taking his rightful position as the submissive in the room.
"Tell me, Dean," Scarlett began before seductively sipping her wine, "would you be willing to offer your service to Eric and Anna if he took on the task of satisfying your wife in the manner you're not capable of?"
"Yes," Dean answered. "I'd do anything they wanted. Anything at all."
"Anything?" Scarlett asked a wide, bright, naughty smile broke across her face.
Dean knew his sister-in-law had something in mind. He knew she was going to challenge him, to issue an order he almost certainly wouldn't want to follow. It had happened countless times already - he'd not been particularly enthused about drinking her piss, after all - but he'd followed each order and he'd found it satisfying every time.
"Yes, I'd do anything if it meant making Anna happy," he said. "I want her to have everything she deserves, Scarlett."
"I know you do, Dean," she replied. "Just like I know you want me to have what I crave, what I deserve. I know you want to be a good submissive, that you want to be dominated by an imaginative woman that sees you as a toy to be utilized for her pleasure."
"I do," Dean admitted.
Scarlett smiled, held his gaze for a few moments, and said, "Crawl over here, Dean. Crawl like a good boy."
For a moment Dean felt a deep sense of embarrassment, but he swallowed it and crawled towards Scarlett and the man who would soon be inside her.
"Now look at the cock that's going to fuck me and that might very well fuck your wife," Scarlett instructed. "Look at it and tell me if you think it's more impressive than yours."
Dean sat back on his knees, looked up, and studied Eric's cock. There was no question it was more impressive than his, but from just a few feet away it was clear just how the vast the difference between the two of them was. Eric was simply blessed with a far superior cock, from the size and shape of the head to the thickness of the shaft to the size of the veins running down the shaft.
"He's far more impressive than I am," Dean admitted. "Far, far more impressive."
Scarlett set her wine glass on the coffee table and helped Eric out of his pants, which made his cock look even bigger and exposed his rather large testicles.
"Crawl closer, Dean," she instructed. "Crawl close enough that you're under his cock and looking up at the shaft. Crawl close enough that you can smell his balls."
Dean inched forward until his head rested just beneath Eric's cock. He felt exceedingly nervous doing so - it was odd being so close to another man's cock - but the allure of doing exactly as Scarlett demanded was far too strong to resist.
"So willing to do as he's told," Scarlett mused. "It's so nice when a man knows his place." She then took Eric's heavy balls in her hand, guided him forward just a little, and set those balls right on Dean's forehead.
Dean wanted to back away. He had a man's testicles on his forehead. He was being used as little more than a storage solution for a pair of heavy balls. It was humiliating, and yet he'd felt a surge of desire between his legs that had made his cock throb in the most delightful way, so he couldn't bring himself to do anything other than remain exactly where Scarlett wanted him.
"I want you to tilt your head back, Dean," Scarlett ordered.
Dean took a deep breath and tilted his head back to look up at she'd instructed. As he did, Eric's balls moved over his forehead and nose and came to rest on his lips. Dean held them tightly closed as he once again fought off the urge to back away and abandon his eagerness to serve Scarlett.
"Now open your mouth," Scarlett said softly as she looked down at him and stroked Eric's cock. "Open that pretty, servile mouth of yours and taste his balls."
Dean couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't take a man's balls in his mouth.
Scarlett saw his reluctance and leaned down to place a handful of kisses on the head of Eric's cock. "Remember what you are, Dean," she said. "Remember the things you've done for me. This isn't any different than eating your cum, or drinking my piss, or licking Eric's cum off my tits like you did after my date. Now take his fucking balls in your mouth and suck on them like the fucking whore that I want you to be."
Dean did it. He opened his mouth as wide as he could. He wrapped his lips around another man's balls and he sucked. He ran his tongue over the wrinkled flesh and experienced an entirely unique taste.
"That's it," Scarlett said. "You're whatever I want you to be, Dean, and right now you're a ball sucking whore. Now slobber all over those nuts. Help him build up a nice big load that I'm absolutely going to feed to you once he's done fucking me."
Dean surrendered to the wild lust coursing through him. There was no point in fighting it. Scarlett was right. He was whatever she wanted him to be and he took pleasure in that. He'd taken pleasure in it since the first time he'd offered his submission.
"I love that you're willing to let Dean suck on your beautiful balls," Scarlett said.
"I aim to please," Eric replied. "And it's pretty obvious that you get off on dominating him. If I had to guess, I'd say that your pussy is soaked right now, and it's not just because you're looking forward to getting fucked."
Scarlett kissed him and stroked his cock. "You're right. It's because I get so fucking turned on making a man like Dean do exactly as I desire, especially when I know it's something he desires, too."
"You think he's always wanted to suck balls?" Eric asked.
Scarlett laughed as she gathered precum from the head of his cock and spread it over his stiff flesh. "No, but I think he's always wanted to submit to a strong woman, no matter what that woman desires, so I'm giving him what he wants, what he clearly fucking craves, and I'm also making sure that you'll be comfortable using him whenever his wife decides to bring him along to let him watch as a real man satisfies her wet, tight, needy cunt."
"Fuck, Scarlett, you're incredible," Eric said with just a hint of wonder in his voice.
"I know," she replied before looking down at Dean, smiling, and asking, "How do those big, manly balls taste, Dean?"
He relented in his lusty sucking and said, "Good. They taste good," as the spit-soaked testicles rested on his chin.
"Lick his fucking taint," Scarlett demanded. "Right now."
Sucking balls had put Dean in such a submissive headspace that he didn't hesitate to put his tongue to work. He licked Eric's balls once more and then leaned forward until the wet testicles rested over his eyes. Dean licked the relatively smooth portion of skin that made up Eric's taint and he heard a deep moan of pleasure that filled him with an unexpected sense of pride and lust.
"Is he being a good boy and licking your taint?" Scarlett asked.
"Damn right he is," Eric replied. "And it feels fucking great."
"Just imagine the fun you'll have with this little subby slut once you start fucking his wife," Scarlett said. "She won't dominate him like I do - Anna's not like that - but I bet she won't object if you do. Not if you get her cock drunk, Eric. Not if you fuck her so good that she can't resist you, that she'll let you use her husband for your pleasure before, during, and after you satisfy her desperate desire to be fucked by someone that can give her a body-shaking orgasm like the ones you give me."
Despite that scenario igniting a sense of fear in him, Dean couldn't help but hope it would come to pass, for the arousal Scarlett had triggered in him far surpassed the fear, so much so that Dean moaned as he continued to lick Eric's taint.
"I need to get fucked," Scarlett said. "I need to get fucked right now, and we're going to bring Dean to the bedroom with us and he's going to be a very good boy and do whatever he's told, isn't he?"
"Yes," Dean replied.
"This is going to be fun," Eric said.
Scarlett looked down at Dean, offered up a naughty smile he'd seen so many times before, and said, "I hope you're ready to submit, Dean, because I intend on exploring just how eager you are to do as you're told."
Dean was almost certain he'd do whatever she wanted, mostly because he just couldn't resist submitting to his sister-in-law.