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Baby Sister

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Episode 17: Bullwhip

Erotica Sex Story: Episode 17: Bullwhip - Colombia is known for its coffee, its poppy fields, and its share of the sexiest women on Earth. Esperanza Blanco and her naïve young 16-year old daughter Maria are sure to wake you up and call you Poppy. America the beautiful just got two of the hottest. Marrying billionaire Oscar Barnett, Esperanza set their future to look bright. Yes, and no! Oscar and his five adult sons had motives, dark motives. Question is, did the Barnett's bite off more than they could chew? Maria was hungry.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Sharing   Wife Watching   Incest   Mother   Brother   Sister   Father   Humiliation   Rough   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Swinging   White Male   Hispanic Female   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Facial   Fisting   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism  

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“Holy fuck! He really did send a limo.”

Stepping outside of her condo a ravishing Miranda Wright stood in awe. Awaiting her was stretch limo with a dashing young driver holding her door open, sign held up for identities sake saying, “Ugonovich.” She knew instantly it was for her. It was the made up name she concocted to make conversation with billionaire FBI profiler Matthew Barnett. “I wonder if he knows Ugonovich was off the top of my head?” Chills suddenly! Fucking nipple hard on was impossible to hide.

As she approached him the driver flipped his sign over to let her read the opposite side. “No chaps, no ride.” Shaking her head at the driver she took a deep breath and lifted her skirt up to share the fact that she did indeed wear her crotch less chaps, only concealed by a beautiful black dress with tons of cleavage. While it certainly looked awkward in appearance to cover such a gaudy piece of clothing with a stretchy style dress it gave her security against the rest of the world seeing too much of her beautiful body.

The driver took a cell pic of her freshly shaven snatch and sent it to Matthew. She was forced to wait fidgeting for his reply. “Wait! I might as well flip my own sign.” Turning around the driver took a second photo of an outrageously perfect bare ass. “That even turned my head.” As she heard the cell ping, she returned to face the handsome driver in black. Her heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. “I feel like I’m remaking the movie Pretty Woman.” Her thoughts only.

“You may enter, Miss Wright.”

“About time. Are you going to be able to keep your eyes on the road?”

“No problem. The paycheck is too good to screw this up.” Or her!

“What about your hands off of that erection?”

“No promises.” He gnashed his teeth and chuckled. “I can hold off until I park.”

“You start swerving in traffic, you do realize I can write you a ticket.”

“And I can share my photo with the FBI.”

“Ah! I see how it is. Weave away, just don’t kill me.”

“Welcome aboard, Miss Wright.” He smiled with a warm sincerity.

“Glad to be here...?” She fished for a name.

“Daytona. Joey Daytona. I’m very serious.”

“Ummm k! Floor it, Joe.”

“Four on the floor, Ma’am. Without being reckless.” Studying his tented crotch as he closed her door, she just knew he had more than four to hit that floor. She found it amusing.

“Let’s hope Matthew Barnett thinks the same way.” She wiggled her eyes. She was determined to be on her hands and knees with Matty behind her all the way. Fingers crossed, just not her legs.


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“Play with me Tyson.”

“Busy.” Tyson Barnett was on his phone dealing with the Longhorn Ranch part of his life. His youthful sixteen-year-old baby sister Maria Blanco dogged his heels all the way to his bedroom. He had to shut the door to keep her out. Stomping her foot with a hum and a pout she wasted no time in going to her brother Jacob’s room. Entering quietly, she found him passed out asleep. Tiptoeing to his side she stood over him just staring, uncertain if she should wake him up. She did not really like being spanked and he was prone to doing so. After two minutes of just fidgeting over him he opened one eye sensing her there.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m lonely.”

“I’m not. Go away.”

“Jaaaaaaaaaaccccoooooob?” She whined.

“You are never gonna be a woman if you can’t listen to a man. I said take that sweet ass on out of my bedroom and let me sleep.”

“Ooookay!” She whimpered and turned away. As she did, she shook her booty at him hoping he might change his mind. Slyly peeking over her shoulder, she realized he had rolled over facing the other way. “Pooh!” Off she went. Roaming the halls, she knew Wiley was off on some errand, business with Brandon the owner of the strip club he was purchasing. Matty was on a date although she didn’t know that part. That only left Owen wherever he was, even their butler Nigel Highbone had retired for the evening after fixing everyone still at home their dinner and cleaning up after them. Again, Maria only ate a salad.

In her thoughts she spoke in lesser terms, but it summed up to, “This is bullshit!”

After searching high and low for Owen, he not being in his bedroom or the gym where he traditionally worked out, she gave up and went back to her bedroom. Pausing at her TV screen she used a fingernail to tap it. “Aunt Harriet?” Tink! Tink! Tink! “Are you here?” Nothing! That only left one person that she knew would always be there for her. “It’s just you and me Largo.” Her stuffed giraffe was always faithful.

Lying in bed she held Largo suffering her hormonal urges. Unrest, she began tossing and turning in bed to find no position comfortable. Sighing she spotted her toy box in the corner of her room. She had not touched it since the Huge Bee brought it to her from Heaven. So, Aunt Harriet told her that is, for now she was content to believe in it. Setting Largo aside on her secondary pillow she patted it, “I’ll be right back Largo.”

Crawling out of bed and adjusting her Coyote tail butt plug from clinging between her thighs, Maria procured her box and carried it to the foot of her mattress. Resting it there she dug out the few toys given to her. Finding the dildo still in its package although broken open for easy access she read the package. “Silicone. That must be its name. Hello, Silly Cone.”

Pulling it free of the package she stroked the girth and length of the toy as if she would one of her brothers. “I bet you don’t have to deal with the white devil.” She looked at the crown’s tip not finding a true urethra for any form of escape. “But I want the white devil.” Pouting she looked through the box and found a bottle of lube that was white, coconut flavored to be precise. “I can use this.” She was smarter than she let on in her improv.

Ignoring the rest of her presents she set the box on the floor and took Silly Cone and Mister Milky as she referred to the lube back to bed with her. Laying back next to Largo with her own pillow propped up for comfort she paused, “I’ll let you watch me play Largo.” With the stuffed animal’s droll expression essentially saying, “If I have to.”, she set about trying to use the toy. Accidently triggering the vibration mode, it wiggled in her hand. She admired it with awe then shut it off. “You must be in a big hurry to wet hump me ... I mean fuck me.” She was still adapting to what her brothers called it.

Already wet her initial insertion was still tight. For Maria she had never really put anything up inside herself on her own outside of a finger. A learning experience that she managed very slowly. Too tight to accommodate Silly Cone she pouted then eyed the lube. She knew her brothers used lube sparingly on occasion and opened the bottle. Dabbing a tiny droplet on her finger she rolled it between said finger and her thumb.

“This is really slippery.” She got the idea fast. Dabbing more on her hand she greased up Silly Cone then around her succulent pink tunnel. Vigorous rubs sent shockwaves through her hormonal state. Eyes flaring, she just had to try again. Placing the tip of the dildo to her pussy she nudged it in, now applying both hands. The rest as they say was history. Maria Blanco used both of her tiny hands for the next few hours. Silly Cone kept her quite active. Largo? In her writhing the giraffe fell headfirst between pillows and hid his eyes. Poor guy! It was going to be a looooong night. He should know!


The medium size town of Fortuna, Texas, population ... restaurant workers.

“So, this is the famous Fortuna 500.”

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Miranda Wright peered out her limo’s window as Joey Daytona pulled up to the Valet parking circle. She noted the parking lot was packed which meant Matthew Barnett must have had connections to get a table on such a busy night. It was a Friday so it made sense that people would want to dine out and relax, yet out in the middle of nowhere? Parking, Joe got out and stepped around to open her door. Of course, a valet attendant merely watched knowing he was not needed to park the limo. As she got out, she overlooked her dresses short skirt and both Joe, and the valet caught a glimpse of her pussy. She trembled knowing they had, even though Joe had already seen it, still the valet himself was pretty darned studly. Texans were usually bred that way.

“It’s been a pleasure driving you, Miss Wright.” Joey closed the door as she stood up in her boots to tug her skirt down over evident butt cheeks.

“Thanks Joey.” She winked. “Will I be riding again?”

“God, I hope so.” He winked back.

Masking a blush well, she got extremely wet at their chemistry. If this was how Matthew Barnett thought of foreplay, she was all in. Even the valet whistled at her then added, “Paid to do that.” She shared another wink with Valet Vince then proceeded toward the restaurant. A man at the door opened it and allowed her in. She began to take off her Stetson, but he paused her, “You can leave your hat on.”

“Wasn’t that a song?” She giggled. The middle-aged man smiled that she was correct by saying, “Joe Cocker.” The merest mention of cock she held her breath. Entering further, a buxom Latina hostess met her, dressed in a frilly ball gown style outfit. Music was playing in the background as the hostess escorted her out into the dining area. “I bet those cost her a Fortuna.” More than the restaurant paid her in a year. Definitely a breast enhancement. If she only knew that it was Matthew Barnett who paid for those. Chiquita often enjoyed his visiting banana cream.

Symphony style music just did not quite fit the atmosphere, but she didn’t truly care. Once capturing a good look at the clientele, she realized something. The male to female ratio was 90/10. She paused slightly knowing that she was definitely going to be a center of attention. “Oh, this is FBI Agent like.” She could not stop grinning, her eyes sparkling like diamonds in the buff.

Leading her amongst them she heard more tender whistles from men. Even women smiled vibrantly at her. She was lost in ego suddenly until she met the man of the hour. In a table off to his own near the dance floor awaited Matthew Barnett. Seeing her arrive he gallantly stood up donned in all black. Her breath still held was now bordering hyperventilation.

“Look at you...” She spoke almost shyly, “ ... all Girth ... I mean Garth. As in Brooks.”

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“Big fan. I have him on speed dial if you want to say hello.”

“You don’t.” She winced. He revealed his cell and showed her his phone number. “Damn boy!”

“You look lovely, Miranda. Almost Carrie Underwood.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Matthew. Do you have her on speed dial too?” He showed her a number that was good enough legit. “You make grand impressions I’ll give you that.”

“So, are we going to admit this is a date?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Against FBI policy.”

“Somehow I don’t think you worry about that.”

“Money shuts down policies.” He guided a chair out for her like a gentleman, as she sat herself less like a lady just for him, well, and the ogling men around her getting a good look at her thighs in transition. Matty played impressed by her unexpected exhibitionist tendencies, but he already knew what she was really like. Being a Profiler gave him a deep-rooted insight. As he carefully nudged her chair forward, he leaned in closer to her ear and whispered, “They’re eating you up.”

“Is that an observation?”

“Nope! A promise.” He grinned then returns to his seat. Her eyes were unable to blink at his revelation. She wanted to question his answer but just closed down.

“I have to admit, wearing ass less ... crotch less chaps is rather liberating. I must look a sight, though, my dress is kind of poufy along my hips due to the chaps.”

“I doubt any fella here minds.”

“Am I here for you or them?”

“You wanted this meet. Are we here to discuss a cold case?”

“No. That was an excuse, but you knew that.”

“Just like I know there was never any Ivan and Trudy Ugonovich.”

“I knew you looked them up.” She giggled. “You can’t say I didn’t make an impression on you.”

“Only the one making my jeans tighten up.”

“Why did I not notice that when you seated me?”

“Because you were more interested in being the filet mignon in the room.”

“Sorry!” She clenched her pearly whites. “I’m not used to...”

“Don’t!” He shook his head gently.

“Don’t what?”

“While I know you’re a damned good FBI Agent Miranda, I also know your past.”

“If you do, then you also know even though I had a rough childhood I turned out alright. My academy scores speak volume.”

“Quantico only produces talents in the field of investigation. Your talents go deeper.”

“Damn! Dig me a grave why don’t you.”

“No burials. I prefer you on top of the ground. How many of your instructors did you sleep with?”

“Who slept?” She smirked shaking her head. “All of them. Women included.”

“Nice! Chances are I tapped some of those women instructors myself.”

“So I hear, and it wasn’t even money that bought their time.”

“I don’t normally abuse my financial status to get places in life. My daddy taught me to stand on my own.”

“Oscar Barnett, richest oil man in Texas. Cattle baron. Former Naval Officer to prove himself to his own father.”

“You’ve done your homework too.”

Before another word could exchange their waiter appeared. Matty held a single finger up and ordered for the both of them. She let him. “Bottle of Chardonnay, go old school. Two sirloin steaks one medium rare the other gently toasty. Baked potatoes, green beans, add bacon.” The waiter jotted his menu items with a swift reply of, “Thank you, Sir.” He then peered at Miranda, “You look lovely, Ma’am.”

“Even more lovely once she relaxes.” Matty winked. The waiter took his word for it and returned to the kitchen.

“You know I’m a fan of Chardonnay.”

“Anything with hard and on in the name I’d say.”

“Oh, that’s just so wr ... ight!” She laughed. “Damn, you’re a clever one.”

“Just like I know you’re a meat lover. Rare and tender.”

“Not too tender. I like a nice thick ... are we talking steaks?”

“I was.” He chuckled, “You? Not even close.”

“Fuck! So, let me ask you this Mister Know-it-all! What was the most intense sexual thing I did while at Quantico?”

“Gangbanging thirteen guys in the mess hall after hours.”

“I left the mess hall ... messy.” She giggled.

“Bull.”

“What? It’s true.”

“Bull.”

She shrugged at his persistence, “I’m not lying about anything.”

“Ever again. Bull.” He pointed behind her forcing her to turn sideways in her seat, again offering a good seven men who were dining a view up her skirt. Extra napkins were sorely needed.

“Ohhhhhhh! Mechanical bull.” She chuckled, “It seems so out of place in here.”

“It’s because I had it brought in just for you.”

“Instead of flowers?”

“I’m not the flower giving kind of Cowboy.”

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