Incestuous Harem 17: Disciplining the Bratty Sister

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Seventeen: Punishing the Bratty Sister
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to Ron for beta reading this!

Vicky Samuels

“Okay, I want your worksheets filled out by tomorrow,” I said to my World History class, staring out at the students.

There were smatterings of groans that made me smile while the more driven students, who cared about their grades, nodded brightly. I tried not to linger on any one face of my students as they gathered their supplies into their backpacks, particularly one.

It was so hard not to stare at Master as I taught. I just wanted to proclaim to the class, on my knees, that Clint was my master. That I was his Aunt Slut. I would do anything for him. That my “illness” yesterday wasn’t caused by any stomach cramps, but by massive orgasms churned by the vibrator in my pussy controlled by his hands.

“Ms. Samuels,” Clint said, his baritone so strong, so manly and commanding. It reminded me of how dominating he had been with Zoey last night as she was punished. The entire harem, watching from the master bedroom via a carefully situated webcam, had all shivered as he took Zoey by the scruff of her neck and made her fully embrace the family.

God, just thinking about it made me wet.

“Yes, Clint?” I asked, walking to him, not fast to give notice, but without any hesitation. “Is there a question you need help with?”

“There is,” he said, a hint of his smile on his lips. The other students were filing out. “I—”

“Hey, Clint,” Tom Ruston said, stepping up to my nephew’s desk and blocking me from reaching it. “Man, hear you’re dating Pam Hiragawa.”

“Yeah,” Clint said, allowing only a hint of annoyance to creep into his voice. My nephew was a tall, handsome young man, dark hair and eyes, chiseled chin. Not that Tom Ruston was bad looking, even with his sandy-blond hair that was a shade too long for my taste in men.

“Congrats, man,” Tom said. “What a pull. Wish I had a girl that hot.”

Clint shrugged. “Just go up to the girl you like, be confident, and ask her out. Women love a confident man.”

“Shit, really? I just get so tongued-tied. There’s this one girl and…” He trailed off then looked behind him. “Oh, Ms. Samuels, didn’t see you. Did you…?”

“I need to talk to her about a project,” Clint said.

“Oh, shi…shoot, sorry, man.” Tom flashed me a smile. “Cool, I’ll get going.”

“Later,” Clint nodded, watching Tom leave. The door closed behind him.

“You’re not hanging out with your friends any longer, Master,” I said.

Clint shrugged. “I have a girlfriend now. Everyone knows when that happens…”

“The boy gets pussy-whipped.” I let out a giggle then stopped it at Clint’s look. “Sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to imply that you could ever be whipped by us pussies. Not when you have that cock.” I wiggled my hips, my pussy on fire.

He grinned at that and walked around me, staring at my tits stretching my low-cut blouse. I loved showing off my tits to my students. The boys, and sometimes a girl, drooled over them. It made me feel like such a naughty teacher. But when Clint stared, my nipples throbbed. They poked so hard against my thin bra and thinner blouse. I turned as he circled me, walking past me towards my desk. He sat down in my chair, grinning at me.

I shivered as he looked at me. I moved and stood before him, my stance wide, letting my tight pencil skirt ride up my stocking clad thighs. I leaned over, knowing he could see hits of my lacy, black bra. My tits shifted, swaying as I licked my lips.

“Did you need some…tutoring help?” I purred. “Do you need your naughty teacher-slave to mentor you?”

“Our fun yesterday was interrupted.”

“That darned nurse,” I sighed. “She could use a vibrator shoved up her pussy. That would loosen her up.”

Clint laughed. “I bet it would.”

My heart quickened as I looked at his jeans, his cock bulging the denim. I licked my lips, quivering. It was lunch right now. No classes for either of us. We had an hour to have fun. What did he want to do to make up for our fun yesterday being cut short? I had wanted to wear the remote control vibrator all day. I didn’t even make it to his World History class.

“Bare those big tits, slave.”

“Yes, Master.” I loved saying that. My fingers flew to the buttons of my maroon blouse. One-by-one, I undid them, starting from the bottom. My tits stretched the tight garment. With each one undone, more and more strain was put on the remaining buttons. The last one, right between my two large breasts, stretched, my tits wanting to burst the garment apart.

I popped the button through the eyelet. My blouse sprang apart. My tits jiggled in my demi bra. The lacy cups restraining my breasts. I slid my fingers of both hands along the lace, following the lines of my bra and touching both my tits. My fingers met at the clasp in the front. I twisted it. My bra sprang apart.

Clint smiled as my lush tits bounced out.

“Mmm, these are the mature tits of a woman who is desperate to please her young master,” I moaned, squeezing my pillowy mounds together, my hips shaking. My pussy was so wet, soaking my panties. Maybe even my pantyhose.

Clint put his hands behind his head, grinning at me. “How will you use those tits to teach me, slave?”

I smiled, walking forward, heels clicking, hips swaying. His dick throbbed, wanting to burst out of his confines. “Well, I would teach you about the wonderful delight of a titty fuck. I would wrap these lush mounds about your cock and slide them up and down. Faster and faster. Until you exploded all over my face and tits.”

“Just the lesson I was looking for.”

I reached him and fell to my knees, not caring if I got a run in my pantyhose. I let go of my tits and slid my hands up his jeans. I loved the rough sound of my fingernails sliding over the denim. I reached his crotch, rubbing him, feeling him ache and throb. He needed this, groaning and shifting. The lust in his eyes made me quiver.

I was so lucky to please my nephew. My Master. God, I was such a cool aunt.

The fastener popped. The zipper rasped. I reached in, shoving down his boxers, and found his cock. A wicked shiver ran through me as I pulled out his cock. Hard and throbbing, the crown dark with his excitement and beading with precum. I glanced at my unlocked door. Anyone could barge in and catch me with my nephew.

With a student. I would be in so much trouble. It went against all the rules of conduct.

And that made me so wet.

I wrapped my tits around my nephew’s cock, sandwiching his shaft. I felt how warm he was. How hot. How he throbbed. His precum stained my flesh. My nipples ached, rubbing on his t-shirt. They ached as I slid them up and down his cock, bringing groans from both our mouths.

“The key to a successful titty fuck is twofold,” I moaned, staring up at him. “The girl has to be endowed enough to wrap her tits about a man’s cock.”

“Uh-huh,” Clint groaned. “And what else?”

“The pressure. She has to squeeze her tits about his dick, giving good friction while looking as sexy as possible.”

“You’re doing both, slave. Rub those tits up and down my cock. Demonstrate the proper titty fuck technique.”

“Yes, Master.”

I slid my tits up and down his cock, my fingers sinking into my pillowy flesh. My nipples throbbed and tingled, my pussy on fire. I wiggled my hips, the excitement rippling through me as I stared up at Clint, giving him the sexiest look possible. I wanted him to know how hot this was, how much I loved doing this.

He loved it. He groaned, staring down at me with such lusts in his eyes. His face twitched from the pleasure my sliding tits gave him. I rubbed faster and faster, more and more of his precum leaking out, making my tits slippery.

“And then,” I purred, “as a bonus, the girl can lick the tip. Adding another thrill to the man’s experience.”

I licked the tip of Clint’s cock as it appeared, gathering salty precum. He shuddered, groaning, “Oh, yes, I see. That does add something special to it.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, sliding my tits up and then down, his dick popping out again. My tongue flicked across his tip, making him shudder.

I loved pleasing him. It made me so hot and wet. My pussy clenched. I wanted to touch myself, to pleasure my body. But I wasn’t here to make myself feel good, but Clint. I was his slave. His slut. His pleasure mattered. He could deny mine forever, and I would be happy.

He squirmed in the seat, twitching. His pleasure built. His breathing quickened. His t-shirt was so tight, molding to his muscular physique. My fingers clenched about my tits. I slid them faster and faster, squirming, my tongue licking, flicking, eager for his cum to explode.

“And then the girl should beg for his cum to cover her,” I moaned.

“An example,” he groaned.

I grinned at him. “Oh, Master, cum all over my big tits. Cover them with your spunk. Mmm, I’m just a naughty teacher that has to be bathed by your jizz. It’s so hot and delicious.”

“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “Oh, that’s hot. Keep giving me examples, slut! Beg!”

“Yes, yes, yes, coat me, Master. Give me a pearl necklace. Let everyone see your jizz adorning my body. Plaster me in it! I want it!”

“Because you’re such a nasty whore? A dirty, filthy slut that gets off on being degraded.”

“I am! I so am! I want nothing more than to be humiliated by you! Coat me, Master!” My pussy clenched. My thighs pressed together hard, rubbing on my clit. I wanted to masturbate so badly.

“Fuck!” Clint grunted, leaning back in my chair.

His cock erupted.

I shivered, his cum spurting up out of the valley of my tits. The jizz splashed across my chin and neck. Lines of pearly cum ran down my body, reaching for my tits. More splattered my lips and cheeks. So much salty, hot spunk. It covered me. Soiled me.

I shivered, a small orgasm rippling out of my pussy. I moaned, my tits squeezed together so tight as I milked out the last drops to spill over my round tits. I stared up at him, my eyes shining with such lust.

“And then the girl has to say, ‘Thank you for covering me in your spunk, Master.’”

“You’re welcome, slut,” he groaned, breathing hard. “Fuck, that was a good lesson.”

I beamed at him.

“And now you are covered in jizz.” He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, swiped the screen. I beamed as he aimed. The phone clicked and flashed, immortalizing this moment forever. “Best lesson I’ve ever had.”

I blushed. “Thank you, Master.”

“Now, put on your bra and blouse,” he said. “You can clean up any cum on you that is showing on any exposed flesh. But the wet stains on your clothing… You get to have those for the rest of the day.”

“Master,” I groaned. “You’re so wonderful.”

He stroked my black hair. “I just love giving my filthy sluts what they need.”

“You are a wonderful Master, Clint. Our family is perfect now.”

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Alicia Elliston

I moved through the cafeteria, carrying my tray with the leftovers of my lunch.