." You can't mean it Nicole, I can't believe you're leaving because I'm lousy in bed, I try to be as quick and easy as I can, so as not to bother you ...ith it, but you're so damn beautiful and sexy, occasionally I just have to have you."I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my wife, sitting in front of me like a stripper in a club I frequent, except the lights were bright instead of a hazy dimly lit bar. Nicole's comment of four or five years ago intrigued me as well as scared me; I was. Her greedy lips were on mine in a matter of seconds. I could feel the burning desire in our kiss and her willingness to not want to stop. I kept kissing Amber as I let my hand slide down to Susan’s pussy. I started to rub her wet lips spreading her juices around on my fingers. I then started to finger her hot, wet pussy and loved how she moaned and her hips started to buck against my fingers. Amber broke our kiss and grabbed my arm that was fingering Susan’s’ pussy. She pulled it up and took my. Time for a different approach. I reached both hands under her tank top and, in spite of her squirming, pulled it off quickly and easily enough. A few seconds later I’d taken her bra off, too. Just like that, my sister was topless before me. Topless, and completely under my control.I threw her onto the bed.She looked up at me with wet, angry eyes. I stepped forward. She flinched.“Listen,” I said, doing my best to sound stern. “It was fun at first, but you need to stop resisting.. I looked down at Claire, lying naked on the table, her face plastered in cum, wriggling and writhing, running her hands over her breasts and fingering her slit. In just the space of a few hours, I had succeeded in turning this self-assured respectable executive into a cum-soaked whore, a sex slave, a fuck toy.“Claire,” I said, “I hope you've learnt your lesson. You thought you were cleverer than me. You thought that you could steal from me and get away with it. How could a stupid little whore.