Nicky's The Ex Sister In Law [Pics]

[holybatman]

Well to be honest, I wrote this with Nicky Whelan in my mind. This is a fictional story and by no means an endorsement to violent or forceful acts against women. In short, it's a fantasy.

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I unlocked the door and yanked it open, suffering the screeching noise it made with a grimace as the metal door slid on its tracks, disappearing behind the wall. The sweet scent of lavender placed a smile on my face, as I walked into the garage-turned-storefront and prepared for business.

"Hey Ray!" quipped a sound behind me, almost scaring me out of my skin. I turned around and saw Nicky, my (ex) sister-in-law who was recently divorced from my ex-girlfriend's brother, leaning by the door with a big smile on her face.

"I see that your day started off well?" I responded, my eyes involuntarily drifting southwards to her visible bosom underneath the spandex bra-top. Nicky worked as a freelance model and a part time pole dancing instructor, and since her divorce with her husband she had kept her body in tip top shape. Her arms and tights were athletic but not overly so, and her exposed abs were well defined and looked absolutely delicious in the morning sun. But the thing that never fails to amaze me is how perfect her breasts were relative to her body. She had mild C-cup boobs that were not too small to notice and not too big for reality. Her nipples were erect in the morning chill, poking out of the thin white material (thank god for spandex), and had it been the stone age I would've clubbed her in the head, dragged her back into my cave and fucked her brains out of her ass. Then again, there were no spandex in the stone age, so scrap that.



Perhaps she noticed that my eyes lingered a little too long on her breasts, but she did nothing about it. I guess she was used to being stared at? "I changed studios and the new one was just down the street. Thought I dropped by and said hello," she said, yanking my gaze back up to her face. Talk to her face, Ray. The face!

"Oh." I said. Wow, charming. Caught between trying to have a conversation with a hot lady who's currently single and mentally undressing her in my mind, I couldn't think straight.

"Well anyways, gotta run. Have a nice day Ray," she said, before the awkwardness could creep in. "Oh by the way, what time do you close-"

"Five." Nicky, meet Ray, the one syllable man.

"Right. See ya!" she walked and skipped up from the door frame, which brought my gazedown to the perky milkjugs below her chin that bounced in unison to her motions. I was still standing there when she turned and walked away.

Fuck this shit. Ten minutes in the toilet and I'm back to normal again. Damn.

The day droned on as I sold bundles after bundles of aromatherapy bullshit, and as the clock ticked towards five I professionally filled in the brief periods of boredom by furiously blowing up virtual polygons made to resemble human soldiers on my laptop.

Ding, five o'clock, time to close down, go back home, watch porn, jack off (to Nicky) and sleep. Fuck dinner.

"Hey Ray!" HOLY BATMAN.

"Oh," Awesome, conversation engine working. Good job. Crowning achievement in life, champion!

"Just wrapped up today's classes. How's business?"

"Totally awesome, best day of my life." I turned and continued cleaning things up. It was the light. It's harder to see her under the dim lights, so my dictionary miraculously expanded.

She laughed, walked in, and started browsing. We chatted a little (well, mostly she talked) and it took me twice the time to pack things up. Not that I mind of course, spending some quality time alone with a chirpy hot babe. Then a thought hit me. A day ago I received an unmarked parcel that contained a bottle of wine, a small vial of clear liquid, and a note with the cryptic message "You man enough?". And the next day a hot, single lady showed up on my doorsteps, despite the fact that she has no reason for that at all. Think about it. I see her 9am in the morning. Now she's here, 5pm in the evening. 8 hours of pole dancing classes? That's pretty impossible you know.

My mind connected the dots. Let's try pushing my luck further. "Hey Nicky, I got a bottle of wine here. You want some?" If she's not here for what I think she's here for, it'd be insane for-

"Yeah, why not?"

Okay. Situation confirmed. A few minutes later I learnt that trembling hands sucked horse crap when it came to opening wine bottles. She found two paper cups while I was fumbling about, and after pouring both cups full of bloody red happy juice, we drowned it toasting to some random shit like my business and her modeling career.

On the next refill however, I turned and silently poured the vial of clear liquid into her cup. Let's see how this goes.

You know, god gave men two heads and only enough blood to run one at a time. What if the vial contained poison of some sort? But those kinds of logical thoughts are only possible if you're using the brain behind your eyeballs and not the one in front of the other set of balls.

Anyway, it didn't seem to do anything in the beginning. A few more rounds later and the bottle's empty, so I stood up and prepared to send her home.

It was then that I noticed my little gambleworked. Her eyes seemed dazed.

"Wha-" she mumbled incoherently. Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Conscience, do you read? We have a crisis here, conscience. Come in conscience!

Damn.

She tried to stand up, and stumbled, and despite the alcohol in my system I managed to grab her. My left hand caught her right arm easily, but my right missed and landed on her left breast.

In a tight squeeze.

Alarmed, I apologized and let go in reflex, but to my utter surprise she moaned loudly instead, seemingly oblivious to it. I grabbed both of her shoulders and pulled her towards me, trying to shake some sense into her. Well actually no, I was just trying to make sure of things.



"What is happening Ray, I feel so..."

Incoherent words. Incapability to focus her gaze. Okay, time to send her home like a sir.

Fuck no.

I grabbed her chin and dove into her mouth, hungrily sucking her lips. She feebly tried to push me away, but her limbs were barely in control. Even her verbal protests came out in an incoherent slur, sounding more like a moan than anything. No wait, that's probably because my tongue was in the way.

I pulled away and stared at her eyes, and they weren't looking at me. It was like the world was spinning for her. Her eyeballs rolled around lazily in their sockets, unable to focus on anything. Damn. I wanted to savor this moment. I took a step back and took a good look at this hot piece of flesh before me. She struggled to stand, her legs unsteady, and arms flopping by her sides.

There she stood (barely), this sizzling woman, dressed in nothing more than a white bra top and tight black yoga pants, stumbling before me.

Helpless.

Her breasts bounced as she fought to stand, and her athletic long legs completely useless now. There's no turning back now. I took a step forward and grabbed her blonde pony tail with my left, and her groin with my right.

She gasped, and her arms sloppily slapped on my right hand currently full of warm cunt flesh between her legs. The thing about having a pair of lean legs and wide hips is that there's no possible way she could squeeze her tights together to cut off access to her cunt. There's always this triangular void that only obsessive amounts of Big Macs can fill.

I violently yanked her hair back and started groping her cunt, and her voice started to alternate between terrified protests and lustful moans. And then to my utter surprise, she screamed and arched her back (nipples to the sky) before a warm gush in my right hand told me that Nicky, my sister-in-fucking-law orgasmed.

Her hips literally vibrated as a massive waves of pleasure slammed into her, her legs squeezed tightly together as she fought to stay standing while the orgasm wrecked her body. Her loud screams of agony wiped out all remaining doubt in my mind as I submitted completely to my darkest desires.

A simple shove brought her down to her knees, and in a quick motion I whipped out my cock and buried it down her throat. Didn't matter that she gagged. This wasn't a blowjob. This is me fucking her mouth. I grabbed both sides of her head and violently humped her face, while focusing on my own pleasure.

Fuck romance and the whole chivalry thing. Me cock feel good. Me want more. Me no care. Caveman style baby.

Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps it was the fact that my fantasies were finally coming true, I didn't last long in her mouth. A few more shoves and my cock exploded deep in her throat, shooting a week's worth of cum straight into her belly. A few powerful squirts later, I pulled partially out, resting my penis head on her tongue, and enjoyed the weaker shudders as I emptied the rest of my balls into her mouth.

FUCK this is good. Best I ever ha-

The hell? Next thing I knew, her tongue was around my cock like they were on autoslut. I looked down to check. Nope, still dazed. Why the fuck then is she licking my cock like a five dollar whore?

Doesn't matter though. I wasn't going to stop after only blowing my load in her mouth. There's a good five feet of tight athletic flesh below that orifice and she's doing me a favor by getting me ready for second wind.

I held her hair by her ponytail and started using her mouth like a masturbator toy (not that I own one, of course. That would be absurd). At times I would thrust all the way deep down into her throat, just to remind me that I'm in charge here. I'm not fucking a prostitute. I'm raping a roofie'd woman here.

My cock recovered, and I unceremoniously yanked her back to her feet. Turning her around, I paused for a moment to admire her round and firm buttocks before shoving her forward before a wall stopped her.

Fuck this is awesome. There she was, head turned sideways, left cheek to the wall, both palms pressing down on the plaster at about shoulder heights, and legs slightly apart. No wait, the last part was flawed. I took a step forward and kicked one leg out sideways. She sank downward by a good foot, and would've landed in a chinese split had I not caught her in between the legs, right in the cunt again. My right arm started groping the incredibly moist mound of flesh through her yoga pants as my left hand pinned her to the wall.

I have this thing about women cumming, and I have this even bigger thing about women getting raped and THEN cumming. A woman in orgasm is always a wonder to behold, and even better if said orgasm was a forced out of her. My rough groping led to a screaming orgasm within seconds, and I let her rest a little like a gentlemen.

Heh, fat chance.

No. When she came I rubbed harder, and then began alternating between violent groping and sloppy slaps. I think I just found her fetish, as she squirted when I did that. She kept cumming and cumming for a full minute until I was satisfied and stopped, and then I stood back and watched as her orgasms continued. I pulled my cock out and stroked it gently to the sight of a helpless woman trying to stand and cum at the same time.

When she finally quieted down, I moved forward and yanked her pants down to her knees. She gasped, but offered nothing more than a weak whimper as a token resistance. Her black thong was all that stood between her and a rape she'll never forget (well, actually she might, but anyway...)

I grabbed her thong and yanked, pulling her up. To my surprise however, she moaned loudly as the elastic fabric dug in between her cleanly shaved cunt. The prankster in me took control and I grabbed her thong with both hands, and tried wedgie-walking her on tip toes from her spot to a couch nearby. It was only ten feet away, but she actually came twice in the journey. Wow. This bitch never fails to amaze me.

When we reached the couch, I yanked her all the way up and let her dangle on her thong for a second before it snapped and spoiled the fun. She fell face first into the soft couch, her pelvic bone hitting the arm rest and pivoting her face into the cushions. Grabbing one leg, I pulled it up so that she was sideways, with her exposed cunt about waist height. Man this slut's flexible! I held her like that and stabbed two fingers into her squishy cunt, and started finger raping her.

Next thing I knew, I had a face full of ejaculated womanly juice. She was squirting within seconds and her vagina clamped down on my fingers so hard that at times they completely pushed them out. As she came she blurted, "oh god, oh god, please... stop raping me!"

Heh. I dropped her leg and flipped her to her belly, leaned forward, grabbed her hair and pulled it back. "No honey, those are my fingers," I whispered before waving my wet fingers before her eyes. "My cock is far larger, you ready?"

"No please, please don't do this, no..." she begged. Good thing she did, because my cock just went from rock solid to fucking adamantium. "Fuck you slut, I'm gonna rape every hole you've got tonight, and you're gonna fucking enjoy every moment of it." I said, before ending her protests by shoving my fingers into her mouth and thrusting my cock at the same time into her cunt in one violent stroke.

Bt the way, I chose this couch for a very specific reason. There was a mirror directly in front of it, and I wanted to see her expression. Her eyes widened in shock as I buried my penis to the tip in one stroke. Drool ran down her lips as my finger twirled in her mouth, taunting her with her own juices, reminding her of her forced orgasms.

After a few strokes I got tired of poking her mouth, and moved both my palms to the source of all men's evils.

I grabbed her breasts underneath her sports bra, and squeezed. Fuck. This. Is. Heaven. The two mounds of fat were firm but not unyielding, and I took my time to play with them. I alternated between squeezing them and pinching her nipples, and her breath grew faster.

Her protests were fighting a losing battle against her moans, and then in a violent motion her body whipped forward and then immediately arched back, her pony tail tracing a wide arc in the air as she screamed out an orgasm with her nipples trapped between my fingers.

The flesh around my cock clamped down violently, relaxed, and then squeezed again in a chaotic rhythm as she trashed to the strongest orgasm yet. I grabbed on to her breasts for dear life not because I'm a sadist, but because I had to in order to keep the bucking woman impaled on my cock.

Fuck that was amazing beyond words.

And no I wasn't so nice to let her be the only one enjoying this. Before she even stopped I began my rape of her vagina. Taking advantage in a momentary lull in her orgasm, I pulled almost all the way out and then shoved back in again. Incoherent and guttural grunts erupted from her throat as I violently raped the slut before me, hands mauling her breasts and hitting her cervix on every single stroke.

Maybe it was the intensity of my thrusts, but she stopped cumming when I picked up speed, although her toes are curled and both her powerful legs were trembling for some reasons. I found out why when I stopped to regain my breath after the furious rampage, and to my awe the whore impaled on my cock exploded in the most violent orgasm I've even seen a woman achieve. Cytherea fucking paled in comparison to this wild beast trashing around on my cock. Her orgasm was so strong that I actually lost my grip on her breasts, and she squeezed down so hard on my cock that she successfully ejected my penis out and fell face first into the couch.

Ah well. It's not that I can last any longer anyway. I jumped after her like a wolf pouncing on a weakened prey to deliver the finishing blow, and held her bucking body down as I tried to get back into her cunt again. When I finally did, it felt strange. Tighter and-

Oh Jesus Fucking Crist. I actually managed to accidentally fuck her ass. Her juices helped the entry, so it's really her fault. This wasn't planned, but hell, this whole thing was never part of anybody's plan anyway. And honestly, at that point I didn't really care. The thought of raping this piece of meat in the ass brought out the terrible beast in me, and I decided it'll be the perfect end to this whole thing.

I started fucking her ass like it was her cunt while the slut continued cumming. I think this must have broke a world record or something. My hands groped her beasts and occasionally grabbed her thin waist when her orgasms got too strong to keep her nicely impaled on my penis, where the slut belongs.

I could feel my own orgasm approaching, and fucked harder. At that moment, all my focus turned inward toward my own pleasures. She became nothing more than a sack of flesh that existed solely for my use. She's a tool for my enjoyment, and I pumped into her like there were no tomorrow. Soon, I reached the zenith of my endurance, before letting my lust overwhelm me. The woman before me had been fucked like a useless piece of meat she was and now I am about to complete her torment and humiliation by branding her with my hot semen. I am making her mine. I am claiming her as my toy. I'm declaring her my slave.

The first shot lasted forever - I could feel her tight warm ass filling up with cum. This was the best orgasm I had ever had as I came again and again into her anus, shooting what seemed to be an infinite amount of fluids into her body. In my mind I imagined her being so filled with liquid that cum would explode out of her mouth. I looked to the mirror and I could see her there, her body twisted in a painful arch, her toes and legs curled in painful agony, her eyes rolled into the back of her sockets and her mouth in a silent scream as her own orgasm consumed her completely.

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I must have passed out from the rapture because the next thing I knew, I woke up nicely tucked into my bed and for a moment I wondered if this all was but a vivid dream. That thought was wiped from my mind immediately as Nicky entered the room carrying a tray filled with breakfast.

"Nicky?" I stammered. Fuck, this is not good.

"Yes tiger," she smiled sexily. The hell? Seeing the confusion on my face, she placed the tray down and explained.

Turns out that the parcel was sent to me by her best friend, whom she revealed her dark secret to. Turns out that she had always had a crush on me since the first time we met, and part of the reason why she divorced her husband was because she couldn't stop fantasizing about me. But the strange part was that she didn't just wanted to, you know, make love with me. Rape was her secret fetish, and she was determined to ensure that our first "encounter" would be a less than typical one.

"I just didn't expected you to actually do it on the first time. I thought you were gonna chicken out," she said. Is she for real? "But what really surprised me was how you did it. The liquid was a mild sedative mixed with ample amounts of aphrodisiac, so I can indulge in really losing control. I was concerned that you would back down at this stage but that crotch grab really was a pleasant surprise," she smiled seductively. "I really lost it at that point. You really raped my brains out, master."

"Wait, what're you calling me?"

"Master. I really enjoyed the way you, well, used my body. Like I'm a worthless piece of cunt. I knew I had found my calling when you fucked my face. My god, the way you moaned and shoved into me, the way you focused on your own desires rather than being a fake and trying to please me like all the other men."

"Really? You're a masochist?"

"Look, I'm not really a model. I run a modelling agency. The best one in town in fact. I had power, Ray. Too much of it to a point where I fantasized of the day I lost all of it to a lust-filled caveman - no offense - that said screw society, I am a man and I will take any woman I want."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I wasn't expecting you to rape my ass though." Oh shit. "You're the first to do me there, and I think I might have found a new fetish."

Boner. Full alert.

"Need some help with that?" She noticed.

"Shut the fuck up slut." I grunted as I grabbed her hair and force fed her my cock for breakfast.

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