Corrupted by the Naughty Diary
Copyright© 2021 by mypenname3000
Chapter 51: Trading His Wife & Sister-in-Law for a Virgin Slut
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 51: Trading His Wife & Sister-in-Law for a Virgin Slut - When Kristen Miller buys a new diary, unbeknownst to her, the naughty stories she writes in her diary about her friends and family are coming true!
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts
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Kristen thinks about meteor showers.
They came a few times a year. She lies on her bed, wondering what would be a great story to feature them in. She closes her eyes, her hands wandering her body. She flits from idea to idea, none of them is that exciting except...
What if there’s a slave fair beneath them, drifts through her mind.
She gasps at the idea and sits up in her stuffy bedroom. That sounds fun, but who should she right in it? Maybe her cousin Eric. He’s the son of her mother’s sister. And that means the girl he’s selling at the fair is his bratty sister Jenny.
Kristen has never liked Jenny. The girl is a loud and obnoxious brat.
Kristen smiles, eager to have Eric sell off that brat. And, of course, Eric is selling her off to buy his own slave. An older woman. A MILF. No, two MILFs. So he needs someone to buy from. Like a man traveling with his wife and his wife’s sister.
A man who wants a fresh hole to fuck. Who wants an underage slave?
Kristen has found her story.
Gilbert Ham
I drove the RV through Kansas.
The road trip was a great idea. I was forty-five and had retired young. I got lucky, and now I want to travel the country. My wife, Delilah, was on board. Her younger sister Jezebel was also keen to come along. She was a fun gal, why not?
So we had set off, working our way out of Florida with a goal to drive everywhere. When you didn’t have to worry about work, well, it gave you a freedom that you enjoyed. We were heading toward the next dumb tourist trap, the largest ball of twine in the world.
The USA was full of little things like that. They were meaningless, and yet they were fun to see.
My wife was leaned back in the bucket seat beside mine, her feet on the dashboard. She read from her Kindle. My wife loved her books, but there was limited space in an RV. The Kindle changed that. She could read a book while we were on the long stretches and then buy a new one when she was done.
She looked good in her jeans and a T-shirt from the Strategic Air Command Museum we visited last week in Nebraska. She sipped the screen on her Kindle, turning the page. I yawned and stretched as I drove. I was thinking about lunch right now.
A diner. A piece of Americana.
Gilbert Ham is heading to Paradise on Mount Rainier for the yearly sex slave fair. It’s held during the shooting stars. It’s dark as he drives the road to the slave fair, his two sex slaves wearing their best gear.
The first streak of the shooting stars flashes across the sky and vanishes behind the imposing Mount Rainier. He’s impressed, and so is his wife. They’ve traveled all the way from Florida to attend this fair.
Gilbert Ham
I bet Jericho, Kansas, would have a good diner. The sun shone brightly. It—
—was so dark on this road. But that let the first shooting star stand out. My wife gasped at the sight of it as she sat in the bucket seat. It was worth the drive from Florida just for the sight of the streak of light. Another appeared and vanished behind the looming Mount Rainier.
It was so close as I drove the RV up the winding road. The mountain was closed at night, but the Park Rangers let us in when I mentioned the slave fair. It was an open secret. A place where masters and slaves came from all across the country.
My wife quivered in the bucket seat. She wore her best leather corset. It lifted Delilah’s tits into a pair of jiggling mounds. Her nipple rings gleamed in the flash of light from the shooting stars. More trails of fire burned across the sky for a second before vanishing.
“Wow,” said Delilah. “Master ... Wow!”
I smiled at her. I was here to sell my wife’s younger sister, my other sex slave. And maybe my wife.
“Ooh, ooh, let me see,” cooed Jezebel. She leaned forward, wearing a matching corset. She had a collar about her neck. I had both their leashes, but not attached. I tried that once, but they would just get caught on things inside the RV. “Wow, that’s so amazing!”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Ooh, ooh, this is the perfect place to be sold, Master,” Jezebel said.
“Master will definitely find a buyer for you,” said Delilah. “He’ll get himself a nice, young, tight sex slave. Some underage pussy.”
“It’ll be expensive,” I muttered. I didn’t have the money to afford one on my own. I would have to sell at least one of my slaves. I was lucky to have gotten my wife and her sister for free. I had trained them myself. “I might have to sell you.”
“If you have to, Master,” Delilah said without a hint of concern. She was a good slave. She understood her place was to be sold.
A pity we never had a daughter. Oh, we had a son, but he was such a disappointment. If we had a daughter, well, I could have just claimed her underage pussy at fourteen. Jezebel, too, only had a son. He was away at college. I had bred her at eighteen. Now she was thirty-nine, almost forty. A MILF.
They both were.
I didn’t want to sell my wife. I had married her, but she was familiar. I needed a young slave. A virgin would be the best, but one of those would be so expensive. I couldn’t see any way to get an underage virgin without selling Delilah.
“Ooh, I can’t wait to be sold,” moaned Jezebel. “I’m so fucking wet, Master! Ooh, my cunt is so juicy! I hope he has a big dick, but even if it’s small ... No, no, if it’s small, that’s even more humiliating. To go from your big dick to a little cock ... Oh, the humiliation!”
It hadn’t been hard to convince my wife’s eighteen-year-old sister to become my sex slave twenty-one years ago. Not hard at all.
The lights kept streaking across the sky as I made the last turn to reach Paradise. Cars were parked along the side of the road. Ahead, there were tents laid out in a parking lot. The natural beauty of the mountain loomed around us. The fair itself was lit by stands of fairy lights, leaving it dark and ethereal.
A place where anything could happen.
My dick was so hard. I watched a man lead two young women passed. They were nineteen or twenty, their asses tight and tits firm. Not a hint of sag. I shuddered at the sight of them, their nipples pierced. They wore leather boots and had butt plug tails.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my cock so hard. This wave of horniness swept through me. I would find what I was looking for in there, but... “Bend over, Delilah!”
“Yes, Master!” my wife moaned and shifted on the bucket seat. She turned about, aiming her plump rump at me. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. “Ooh, ooh, use me!”
I needed to take the edge off. If I was this horny, I would buy the first thing I saw. I wouldn’t shop and try to get my value or find the perfect slut to buy. It was like the saying, “Never grocery shop when you are hungry.”
So, “Never trade sex slaves when you are horny.”
I unzipped my leather pants. I pulled out my cock and rose. The RV was tall enough I could stand between the two bucket chairs and fuck my wife. She whimpered, her pussy trimmed. I wanted her to have hair. MILFs should have bush.
My cock nuzzled through her curls to her pussy. This might be the last time I fucked my wife. I buried my cock into her pussy. She moaned in delight. Her head tossed as her hot cunt clamped down on my rod. It was incredible.
“Shit,” I moaned. “You’re so wet.”
“Master!” my slave-wife cooed like a whore. “I’m your slave-wife. Use me. Fuck me. Sell me! I don’t care. I’m yours!”
I smiled at her words. Mine. I could sell her off for a young, tight slut. I gripped her hips and savored her pussy around my cock. One more fuck before I sold her. I drew back my rod, my slave-wife moaning like a whore.
I buried back into her pussy. My nuts slapped into her bush. She whimpered as I thrust away at her. I fucked into her cunt with hard thrusts. The meteors streaked across the sky as I buried into her cunt with hard strokes.
I fucked her with passion. With force. She gasped as I did that. She rocked back and forth as I buried into her twat again and again. Her pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight with that hot snatch. I loved it.
I savored every second of fucking her twat. I pounded her with such passion. I thrust into her cunt over and over again. I loved the feel of her snatch. It was so good to fuck into her. I loved how she squealed in delight.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, oh, that’s so good. Pound me! Fuck me so hard!”
I pounded her so hard. I fucked her with all that I had. It was just so amazing to thrust into her twat like that. She clamped her cunt down on my dick. It was a wonderful treat to bury into her hard and fast. I loved how she gripped my dick.
“Oh, my, yes!” she moaned.
“Fuck my sister!” gasped Jezebel. “Fuck that slut! She’s your slave! Oh, oh, sell us for some young pussy! Dump us for some tight, young, underage snatch!”
“Yes!” squealed Delilah, her cunt clamping down on my rod.
I fucked my slave-wife hard. I buried into her snatch with everything that I had. She wiggled her hips back and forth. She stirred herself around me. I loved every second of it. I pounded her with passion, reveling in this heat.
She squeezed down on me. She held me tight with that hot cunt. I groaned, fucking into her cunt with everything that I had. She felt incredible around my dick. It was a wild moment to fuck her like this. I pounded her hard.
Fast.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned. “Shit, shit, that’s good! Master! Fuck your whore one last time! Yes, yes, replace me with a young lust!”
Her words were so exciting. I would trade her up for a young whore. I pounded her with all that I had. It was just so good to fuck her like this. I buried into her with all that I had. She clamped her cunt down on me.
I buried into her over and over again. I fucked her hard and fast. It was just so delicious to have her cunt massaging my rod. I slammed into her snatch with such force. The need to cum in my slave-wife swelled and swelled.
Her moans echoed through the RV. Her pussy massaged me. I rose toward the moment when I would just explode into her cunt. I would flood her with all that I had. I pounded her so hard. So fast. I slammed into her cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes, Master!” she squealed.
Her pussy went wild around my cock.
“Replace me!” she howled as her cunt suckled at me.
“I fucking will, whore!” I growled and buried my cock to the hilt in her. “Shit!” I erupted.
I fired my cum into my wife’s spasming snatch. She rippled around my dick. I loved the way she spasmed about me. It was an incredible moment. I loved the way her twat convulsed about me as I filled her with my spunk.
I dumped blast after blast of my cum into her cunt. I filled her to the brim with my jizz. She whimpered as I fired my final load of spunk into her cunt. Soon, I would have a tight, young snatch spasming around my cock.
“Yes!” I roared and fired that last time into my wife’s cunt. “Shit, shit, let’s go!”
“Yes, Master!” she whimpered.
I ripped my cock out of her cunt and shuddered, cum dripping out of her snatch. I reached for the leash as she turned around. I clipped it onto her collar with a click. She shuddered in delight as—
Kristen pauses in her writing and shakes her head. She’s found a better way to write the scene.
Gilbert Ham
I grabbed the leash. It was a special type with two different clips. I attached one to each of my slave-wife’s thick nipple rings. I gave a tug. Delilah moaned like a whore in heat as her breasts stretched for a moment.
I smiled and turned to find Jezebel holding her leash out for me, purring, “Sell us, Master! Dispose of your worthless slaves and buy some young, hot thing to use!”
Her pussy dripped juices. Her cream gleamed on her thighs. I took the leash from her and clipped both ends onto her nipple rings. I gave a sharp tug. She squealed like a sow in heat, nearly cumming from it. I smiled and marched out of the RV with my two slaves trailing behind me.
The meteor shower burned hot above. The streaks blazed across the sky and winked out. Mount Rainier loomed. The air hummed with excitement as I joined the throng of men leading their sex slaves to be sold.
I was glad that I had emptied my balls, because there were some hotties around. Beauties of all shapes and hues. College-aged girls who were ready to be taken hard. I would have bought that nineteen-year-old blonde or that twenty-year-old redhead if I hadn’t fucked my wife, but...
I wanted a fourteen-year-old virgin. A pure, underage girl.
All these slaves were young enough, but none were virgins. They had all been used by their masters. Trained. Broken in. Where was the fun in that? I moved through the tents, staring at the wares for offer. Others were, too. Some men were buying their first slave. A good, tame starter slave. Others were trading.
I moved through the stalls. I didn’t want to have to settle on a young slave who wasn’t a virgin, but as I moved through the fair, it was becoming less and less likely that I would find the right one. That was depressing. That blonde did await. Or the redhead. I could afford either one with cash and trading Jezebel. I could keep Delilah, but...
“Don’t settle, Master,” my slave-wife cooed. “Don’t settle. She’s here. You can find her!”
“Right,” I said, nodding.
It grew darker as we moved into the fringes of the fair. The meteor shower slowed, too. Only a few streaks of fire painted the night sky. It was getting later and later. Already, some people were packing up for the night.
I moved through these stalls. It was sad here. Older slaves. Used ones. Tattooed. Pierced. Run through by dozens of men. Not the best pickings. I hurried past them, thinking I would never find what I was looking for.
Then, the last stall. A cheap tent with a teenage boy sitting in a T-shirt. He was playing on his Switch, his face illuminated by whatever game he played. He flicked his eyes up and grinned at the women I had.
“MILFs?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, frowning at him. “You’re looking to buy.”
“To trade,” he said and thumbed over his shoulder. Behind him, a girl was bound and gagged. She squirmed in her restraints. She had red pigtails and a freckled face, her green eyes looking furious. She squirmed, naked, her body petite. “My bratty sister. She’s such a fucking cunt. I am glad to be rid of her. My parents will be so happy she’s gone.”
The girl squirmed more in the ropes. Seeing her bound had my dick hard.
“Is she a virgin?” my wife asked. “My Master is only inserted in a virgin. Underage.”
“She’s fourteen,” the kid said. “You’re not going to get fresher than that. And she’s cherry. I made sure.”
I was shocked she hadn’t been bought. “If she’s really a virgin,” I said. “I’ll give you this one.” I tugged on Jezebel’s leash and yanked her forward. She gasped in delight. “She’s thirty-nine. A MILF. Tight pussy. Pierced clit as well as nipples. She’s a fucking whore.”
“Can I test her out?” the boy asked. He rose to his feet, his eyes burning hot. He turned off his switch.
“Fuck her cunt?” I asked. “Sure. If I can get your sister to suck my dick. That’ll keep her virgin.”
“Right, right,” said the boy. “If you can get her to do it. She’s a hellcat.”
I nodded and moved to the girl. Jezebel bent over the table. The boy rushed past me to fuck her hard. I let him have her. Jezebel was eager for it. I moved to the girl. She squirmed there, her eyes glaring up at me.
“Man, you’re brother’s a horny prick, isn’t he?” I asked and took off her gag.
“He’s a fucking asshole!” she hissed. “He tied me up. Look, I’m all bound. My titties are out. I hate him!”
“Well, he’s allowed to do that,” I said and helped her sit up so she knelt. Her hands were bound behind her, her legs tight together. More ropes wrapped her torso, pinning her arms to her side. They framed her budding breasts. “You’re a woman, after all. You were made to be a slave. It’s the way of things, and the law agrees.”
She shot me a look.
“But don’t worry,” I said and unzipped my leather pants. “You suck my cock nice a good, and I’ll make sure you never have to be around your brother again.”
“Yes, yes, yes, MILF pussy!” her brother groaned as he fucked Jezebel in the background.
“No,” she hissed. “I won’t do it.”
I grabbed her nipple and pinched.
She gasped in pain. As she did, I thrust my cock, still sticky with my slave-wife’s pussy cream, into her mouth. The girl’s green eyes bulged as she had my cock rammed past her lips. She glared at me, her tongue stroking around the edge.
“Taste good, right?” I said, yanking on my slave-wife’s leash.
She gasped and stumbled closer. She stood over us and moaned, “That’s right. My Master’s cock fucked me so hard. Mmm, my pussy tastes good. And you’re a little slut. You’re a woman, so you were made to suck dick. You’re loving it already. Wait until he cums I your mouth. You’ll treasure it.”
The girl whimpered around my cock, but she suckled. She nursed on me. It felt so good to have her doing that. I groaned in delight as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. It was a sweet thing to have her suckling on me.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Damn, you’re good at that, you know? Just a natural-born cocksucker. That’s it. Nurse on my dick.”
She did suckle. She couldn’t help herself. She glared angrily up at me, but that just made the blowjob even more amazing. I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my dick. I shuddered at that pleasure shooting down me.
“Oh, oh, fuck, yes!” the brother gasped as he pounded Jezebel.
“Fuck me with that big, young, virile cock,” Jezebel cooed like a whore. “Oh, oh, you’ll soon own my cunt! You want me, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes!” the boy groaned.
I smiled as I wanted his sister. She was just what I was looking for. Young. Virginal. Malleable. Yes, she had spunk. She would be SAM. A Smart-Ass Masochist. A brat that would want to be punished before being fucked hard.
I could not wait to pop her cherry. The need to cum swelled as she suckled with angry passion on my dick. Her tongue stroked around my rod. I loved the way she blew me. It was an incredible moment. I rose and rose toward that moment.
“Fuck!” the boy gasped, cumming first.
“Oh, Master, yes!” Jezebel squealed. Feeling cum spurting into her cunt always set off the slut. “Be my Master!”
The boy’s sister suckled hard on my dick. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was a beautiful thing. I groaned, rising and rising toward that moment when I would cum. My nuts twitched. I couldn’t hold back. Not with that underage slut sucking on my dick while she squirmed, bound.
“Fuck!” I growled and erupted.
I spurted my cum into her mouth. She gasped, her eyes so wide. She gulped down my cum.
I filled the underage slave’s mouth with my spunk. The rapture shot through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I grunted. I loved cumming into her mouth. The rapture surged through me. It was an incredible moment.
“Damn, damn, damn!” I grunted. “That’s fucking it. Gulp down my cum, whore!”
She did gulp down my cum. She swallowed every last drop of my jizz. The rapture slammed through me. It was so good. I groaned, savoring this moment. It was glorious. I spurted everything that I had into her mouth.
“Yes,” I groaned as she suckled down the last of my cum. “Damn, that was good.”
I ripped my cock out of her mouth. She swallowed while my wife said, “Mmm, isn’t that good, slave?”