Wishing for Free Use Sluts
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Chapter 76: Using Little Sister as a Dyke Domme’s Slut
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 76: Using Little Sister as a Dyke Domme’s Slut - A young man uses a device to turn his prudish mother into his free-use slut!
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Male Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex
Tony Carter – Day Seventy-Seven
I put the white collar about Mrs. Henyard’s throat.
“Master,” my MILF-slave groaned. The Black woman looked so happy. She rubbed at her collar as she stood there naked. Her dark-brown nipples looked so gorgeous with her new golden rings threaded through them. She had all the tattoos on her body, marking her as mine.
As Tony’s MILF.
“Thank you, Master,” she purred, her ebony boobs rising and falling with her excitement. “This is just perfect. Oh, Master!”
I grinned at her, so glad that she thought so.
“I don’t know how to repay you,” she groaned, her hips wiggling back and forth. “I really, really don’t.”
“By being my devoted sex slave for the rest of your life,” I said and clipped the matching collar onto it.
We were in the pet store in the Tacoma Mall. It sold luxury items for the sort of couples that didn’t have kids but did have their fur babies. I found that you could get really good collars from here. I was glad with the selection and the quality.
“Come along,” I said and led her out. “I want you to find a Black woman, married and sexy, shopping in the mall. I need to use her.”
“Of course, Master,” she moaned.
I smiled, ready to finish Black Friday by giving another African American hottie the alternate commands. The ones I almost gave Mrs. Henyard. In fact, I gave her the choice of being used this way or to be my sex slave for life.
She chose sex slave, which, well, was flattering.
I was thrilled she chose that.
I led her out into the mall and started walking through it. She swiveled her head, searching for the right Black woman for me to use. I loved parading her naked through the mall. I was naked, too. We left our coats with a young man who would not move from the entrance until we returned with the coats.
That was how I used him.
He would get to watch his girlfriend turning tricks while he waited. I was curious how many guys would fuck her before we got back to him. It was fun playing those games. There were so many women to use, and so many different ways to use them.
“There,” she said, nodding to a woman in a tight pair of jeans with a pink-knit sweater. A cashmere with a high neck. She was trailed by a Black man with a bald head carrying her bags. She was a beautiful woman, well-maintained. He had a nice coat on. Made some money. “She’s perfect.”
“She is,” I said and cupped my hands to my face. “Black woman in the skinny jeans and pink cardigan, get your ass over here so I can use you!”
My voice echoed through the mall. The woman turned and stared at me. She pointed at her chest as if she wasn’t sure I was speaking to her. I nodded. She gasped and rushed on over. Her husband trailed after her like a dog.
She had big boobs, too. The sweater cupped them. I loved the sight as she came to a stop before us, her breasts jiggling beneath her top. She quivered her shoulder as she looked around at us. Her eyes were so wide.
“Nice, nice,” I said. “Strip naked.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned and ripped off her sweater at once, her hair spilling down the sides of her face. It had messed up her do, but she didn’t care. She had a red bra on beneath that she unhooked and removed in a flash.
She had big, fake titties. They were the work of artists. Her plastic surgeon had sculpted a pair of gorgeous, coffee-brown knockers. Her nipples were dark and hard, surrounded by wide areolas. Her hands slid down her body to her pants next.
I nodded in delight.
“I’m glad you approve, Master,” Mrs. Henyard purred.
“I do,” I said, grinning from ear to ear. “I definitely approve.”
The woman shoved off her jeans while her husband was picking up her discarded sweater and bra. The beauty licked her lips, her hips curvy, and her thighs toned. She had a gorgeous pair of legs. I loved the coffee hue of her skin. Her thong clung to her shaved pussy lips.
My dick twitched hard.
Mrs. Henyard gripped my ivory cock and lightly stroked me. I enjoyed a sex slave who took the initiative. She was definitely a wonderful addition. I groaned as she pumped up and down my cock. My dick twitched in her hand.
“Very, very nice,” I said as the woman lost her heels to take off her jeans. She had painted toenails that matched the magenta on her fingernails. “Spectacular. What’s your name?”
“Anastasia,” she cooed, her lips plump. She slid her hands up her thighs to her hips. She hooked her panties and pulled them off next. “Mmm, I am so glad to be used by you.”
“I bet you are,” I said, nodding as her nice set of breasts swayed back and forth. “Very lovely. Damn, I love those tits.”
She smiled as she stepped out of her thong. Her husband picked those up as the wife turned around for me to appreciate. A great ass, too. I nodded at the sight of her. My dick was hard. There was a cell phone kiosk nearby.
“Why don’t you grab the counter on the kiosk and lean over it?” I said. “I am going to use that pussy.”
“Oh, of course, sir,” she cooed and winked at me. She sauntered over there, her hips swaying back and forth.
My cock lurched in Mrs. Henyard’s hand.
“Very, very good pic,” I said. “I’m going to have my sex slaves devour you tonight as a reward. Have all but the one my dad uses to make you cum and cum.”
“Thank you, Master,” the Black MILF purred.
I headed over to Anastasia. She gripped the kiosk and thrust that perfect ass out at me. I led Mrs. Henyard by the leash. She followed around obediently behind me. Such a good sex slave. My nuts tightened as I reached the slut.
I thrust the leash at Mrs. Henyard. She took it and smiled. I knew she wouldn’t stray. I mean, the leash was unnecessary. She would gladly follow me around the world. She would crawl for me. I was a god, and every woman submitted to me.
I was so glad to have this power. It was just perfect.
“Mmm-hmm, fuck me so hard, sir,” cooed Anastasia. “Use me!”
I gripped her hips and nuzzled my cock into her married pussy. I loved that her husband was watching and holding her shopping bags and clothes. My dick pressed into her wet folds. They stretched over me, her pink depths sucking me in.
“Yes!” she squealed, her head tossing.
I smiled and sank into her cunt slowly. I took my time, enjoying her cunt around my dick. I reached deeper and deeper into her cunt until I had bottomed out in her. She groaned as she took every inch of my dick.
“You’re reaching to my cervix,” she moaned. “Oh, sir, you’re amazing.”
It was just such a perfect thing to be in her. She squeezed her cunt down around my dick. She wiggled her hips back and forth, stirring her cunt around my rod. I slid my hands up her sides and found those big, fake titties.
I squeezed silicone-enhanced perfection.
I kneaded her tits and drew back my cock. She gasped in delight, her pussy gripping my rod. It was a wonderful moment. She whimpered as more and more of my shaft slid out of her cunt. She gasped in delight as I buried back into her cunt.
I filled her up to the brim. She gasped in delight as I fucked over and over into her cunt. I buried into her twat with hard strokes. She squealed out her delight, her boobs jiggling. I pumped in and out of her cunt, my fingers digging into her big, fake tits.
I enjoyed fucking her cunt.
I pounded her while her husband watched. Mrs. Henyard, too. Everyone else just went around the mall like normal. After all, that was how things should be. I loved the sight, though, as I buried my dick into that hot cunt.
How I could just do this.
I reveled in the power.
“Oh, oh, that big, White dick!” moaned Anastasia. “Never had a cock this fucking big! Oh, oh, you’re stretching me out, sir!”
“Damn straight,” I groaned, fucking her cunt hard. “Squeeze that pussy down on me. Oh, that’s good. That’s so fucking good!”
I slammed into her cunt while massaging those big, fake titties. I loved the feel of the silicone implants. There was nothing quite like that. I was so glad to have them in my hands as I buried into pussy again and again.
The pressure built and built at the tip of my dick. Her hot pussy drove me wild. I would have a huge climax. I would just dump my load into her twat. I could not wait. Maybe I would breed her. Maybe one of the many, many White guys that would be using her pussy would.
I fucked deep and hard into that snatch. I pounded her cunt with all that I had. It was a beautiful thing. I pumped in and out of her cunt. I fucked her with so much force. I loved how she squeezed her twat down on me.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned, her hips wiggling. “I’m going to cum on this big dick!”
“You will,” Mrs. Henyard purred. “Master’s got such an incredible cock. I love him!”
I grinned back at my Black slave with her white collar on and her nipple piercings gleaming. She stood there naked, her bush dripping with her juices. I fucked Anastasia hard and admired my MILF. I was such a lucky guy to have this power.
I fucked that hot pussy hard and fast. I squeezed those titties, aching to cum in her. She moaned louder and louder. Her pussy grew so hot around my dick. She had to be close. My nuts tightened as I pounded her twat. I was moments from cumming in her.
“Yes!” Anastasia squealed.
Her pussy rippled around my dick.
“Fuck!” I growled as I fucked her married cunt, her hot flesh spasming around me. “You delicious slut!”
“Yes, yes, fill me up with your cum!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, you’re such a stud, sir!”
I grinned as her husband as I fucked that spasming snatch. I worked my cock in and out of her writhing pussy. Her cunt suckled at me, the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick. I plowed to the hilt in her.
“Shit!” I growled.
I erupted.
The pleasure slammed through me as I dumped my load into her twat. I filled her to the brim with my cum. She gasped in delight, her twat rippling around my shaft. I savored her milking me as I flooded her womb with my cum.
“Fuck, that’s it!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, that’s so good! Fill me up, sir!”
“Filling up your cunt, slut!” I growled. “Damn, Anastasia!”
I squeezed her fake titties as I filled her cunt up to the brim. The woman’s twat rippled around me. She suckled at me with that hot flesh. I groaned as she nursed at me. It was a beautiful thing to have her working that hot cunt around my dick.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Fuck, that’s so good! That’s just amazing!”
“It is!” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s so good! I love it!”
She convulsed around me. It was a beautiful thing. I loved every second of that hot cunt milking my dick. I dumped it all into her cunt right here in the middle of the mall. This was a Black Friday deal right here.
“Yes!” I groaned, flooding her with the last of my cum. “Shit, that’s amazing!”
“So good!” she whimpered, her pussy milking me dry. “Oh, wow, sir, that was incredible!”
“Yes, it was,” I panted and pulled my cock out of her cunt, my cum dripping dry. “Now, here’s how I want to use you. Every White guy you run into, you have to ask him if he wants to fuck your pussy or asshole. If he says yes, you fuck him. From now on, I only want you fucking White men. That’s how I want to use you. Your husband should film it if he’s there and post it on Facebook.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she moaned, then turned her head to a White guy walking by. “Hey, do you want to fuck my pussy or asshole?”
“Me?” the guy asked and stared at her. “Shit, yes, I do.”
I smiled. “Also, you can wear a heavy coat when it’s cold or raining, but I want you in skimpy lingerie or naked to show off that beautiful body. Keep it in shape.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned while her husband pulled out the phone to record this fun.
I grabbed the leash and set off. Maybe I should find some more Black women to use like this. I mean, I was at the mall, and Black Friday wasn’t over yet.
Mrs. Abigail Carter
I pulled into the parking lot of Lily’s Kiss, the lesbian bar that I had discovered.
I liked the place. Lots of women who knew how to give me pleasure. Though using straight women was fun, too, there was something delicious about going into a lesbian bar and knowing all these women already lusted for me.
My sister was familiar with lesbian bars, too. I sent her to one in her hometown, and that was where she met Bertha, her dyke mistress. The woman who owned her on Friday nights and made her into a lesbian submissive.
A breeder slave.
I thought it was just such a kinky thing to use her that way. I loved that my son extended to me his power. He was such an amazing young man. I doted on him. My sister took in a deep breath before we opened our doors.
Since Carla was visiting my family for Thanksgiving and driving back home tomorrow, I thought it was only fair she have a chance to be dominated by a lesbian all night. I was certain we’d find some dyke to do naughty things to her and use her.
“Mmm, this is going to be so sexy,” I cooed. “I want to watch you being dominated. That’s how I want to use you.”
“Okay,” my little sister said. She was a few years younger, a MILF like me. Though her marriage was far, far happier. She wasn’t gay like me.
I had suppressed that side of me for so long, not even realizing it until my son opened my eyes.
We were both wearing party dresses. Slinky skirts that barely fell down past our rumps and tops that clung to our breasts and left our backs bare. I had a gold one on, and my sister had a silver one with matching heels. I bought them for us for this night.
We headed through the doors into the dark interior. The bar had dark-stained wooden floors and tables painted black. The lighting was low, giving the place an almost smoky interior. Not really smoky—that would be gross—but this sultry dimness. Dark-red curtains adorned the wall and matched the padding of the chairs and booths. An area for dancing was set aside at the far end.
Women moved about, chatting, flirting, dancing, or even kissing in the corners.
Eyes turned to us.
Smiles spread on lips.
I sauntered into my queendom and grabbed a passing Black girl. Myra, one of the waitresses. She wore cutoff jean shorts that clung to the rump of her ass and a shirt tied beneath her breasts, leaving her mocha-brown midriff bare.
I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feel of her tongue stud as we made out. She moaned into my mouth as my hand slid down and squeezed her rump. I kneaded her butt-cheeks as she purred into my mouth.
She broke the kiss and gasped, “Mrs. Carter!”
“Mmm,” I purred and glanced back at my sister. She watched on squirming.
I pulled her to me and kissed her, too. Our lips melted together. My sister trembled as I thrust my tongue into her mouth now. She didn’t have a tongue stud, but she was still so much fun to make out with. She whimpered into my mouth as this incestuous rush ran through me.
I broke the kiss and purred, “Myra, this is my little sister, Carla.”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” cooed Myra. She was young, twenty or so. My hand squeezed her ass through her shorts. “What are you looking for?”
“A domme,” I said. “She wants to be dominated for the night, though she has to be returned to her husband safe and sound tomorrow morning. They have a long drive back.”
“Ooh, nice,” Myra said. She looked around as I kept kneading her rump. “Mmm, Tierra is here. Tierra Ríos. She’s a domme. There she is.” She pointed to the corner where a Hispanic woman sat at a booth. She was a tall woman in a leather corset. She sipped a drink, staring out at the dance floor.
“Go and sit on her lap,” I told my sister. “Say, ‘I’m a breeder slut that needs a dyke to dominate me tonight. That’s how I’m being used by him.’”
“Yes,” my little sister moaned.
Carla sauntered from me, her silver dress flashing as she moved across the bar. My pussy clenched, dripping juices down my thighs. I wiggled my hips from side to side as my little sister navigated through the crowd. I loved the way her ass swayed in that dress.
She reached Tierra and sank onto her lap. The domme arched her eyes in surprise. My sister leaned in and whispered into her ear. The domme shot a glance to me. I nodded to her. So she knew who I was. That was perfect.
I was the Queen here.
At once, Tierra shoved a hand up between my sister’s thighs to her pussy and started molesting her. Carla gasped, throwing back her head. Her blonde hair flew. Her boobs jiggled in her silver party dress as she opened her mouth wide in a moan I couldn’t hear.
“Eat me out, Myra,” I ordered. “I want to use you that way.”
“Mmm, yes, Mrs. Carter,” the Black cutie purred.
She dropped to her knees and, right there in the middle of the bar, pushed her head between my thighs. I shuddered as she nuzzled her face into my pussy and licked at my cunt. I groaned in delight as her tongue stroked through my pussy folds.
I shuddered at the heat of her tongue furrowing my petals. She made me feel so good. I groaned in delight at her touch. My head tossed back. I shuddered at how great that felt. It was so amazing to have her licking at my cunt.
Tierra made out with my sister and fingered her cunt. I loved the sight right there at the table. Carla threw back her head. Tierra yanked down the front of her top, her large breasts spilling out. Her fat nipples thrust out hard.
They were so suckable.
Tierra engulfed one of my sister’s nipples and nursed on it. She gasped in delight, trembling there. My little sister’s legs twitched. I groaned, savoring Myra’s tongue lapping at my pussy. It was so hot watching my little sister with the domme.
Myra thrust her tongue into my pussy’s depths. I shuddered as she swirled around in me. A big smile spread on my lips as I savored that wonderful tongue fluttering around in my snatch. It was an incredible rush.
“Oh, oh, that’s it!” I groaned.
My sister’s face twisted with delight. She bucked and gasped. Tierra pulled her head from my sister’s nipple and laughed. Had she bitten the nub? I bet she had, sending pleasures rushing through my little sister’s body.
“Use her,” I purred as Myra’s wiggled that tongue around in my cunt.
Her hands gripped my butt-cheeks. She kneaded my rump as she feasted on me. Tierra ripped her fingers out of my little sister’s cunt and pressed them into her lips. She suckled on them. She hadn’t come. Oh, no, Tierra prevented Carla from cumming.
I loved it.
Myra’s lips massaged my folds. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. I loved that sensation. My entire body trembled with this delight. I would have a huge burst of pleasures. I could not wait to explode.
“Oh, oh, that’s so nice,” I groaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, eat me!”
Tierra ducked her head down and engulfed my sister’s other nipple. Carla jumped again. Her legs kicked out. I savored the sight of the domme molesting my little sister. It made my cunt so wet. My orgasm built and built.
My little sister squirmed. I smiled in delight, Myra’s tongue stroking through my folds. She licked at my clit now. I jumped at that shiver of heat. She stroked over my bud. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. I would have a huge climax.
She caressed me with such passion. She licked at me with all that she had. It was so amazing to have her doing that to me. I trembled in delight as she stroked over my bud. She licked at me with hunger.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned, watching Tierra now pinching my sister’s pink nub. “That’s it. Yes!”
I climaxed.
I drowned Myra with my pussy cream.
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