Page 12 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

Moving back to her clit, my lips wrap around it, and I suck, hard. Abi’s hips swivel as she begins to use my face to chase her release. My teeth tease her once more and her loud moans echo throughout the house. Pride washes over me, because I am doing this to her, making her feel this way, and I will never get tired of it.

I can feel her cum start to drip down my chin, but it’s not good enough. Sucking even harder, I can feel her leg start to shake violently around me as she uses me to put her weight on because I know at any moment her other leg could go, leaving her a needy mess on the floor.

“Sid. Oh God, yes. Sid, please,” she pants.

Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping. Abi tenses before releasing a river down the front of my body. Her cum drips between my tits and down my stomach. I don’t let up until I own every last drop. Spanking her ass, my hand cracks against her skin and she bucks against me oncemore before starting to settle down. I release her slowly from my mouth, kissing her lips gently. I praise, “Such a good girl for me.” My eyes look back up slightly to find her mouth ajar and panting. I move back more and gingerly ease her leg off me, placing it on the ground, but I don’t let go until I know she is stable.

“My mouth is way better than any fucking rose.”

Abi erupts in laughter. “Yes, it is.”

Kissing her pussy one more time before rising. I don’t wipe my face or my body, instead letting the remnants of her orgasm coat my nearly naked form, proudly. Her fingers stay tangled in my hair, with Abi taller than me by a couple inches. Her eyes are still hooded, filled with desire, and her cheeks are bright red. Her dazed state is something I will never tire of seeing, she is so fucking cute like this.

This girl has me wrapped around her finger, because as these three words leave her mouth next, I melt, internally, and I know she is forever mine. “I love you.”

That level of intimacy coming from my mouth makes me uncomfortable, but she knows how I feel, I always show her. So, instead, I tease, “I can’t wait to use our new vibrating double-ended dildo later. We’ll need new sheets once I’m done with you.” Before Abi can respond, I wink and walk away, leaving her wanting more. I would use it on her now, but I have shit to handle first.

Hard work, then reward.

7

SID

Freshly showered with my hair in rabbit ear space buns, to pay homage to my family's history, and winged liner, I walk out of the closet in a black Elvira-inspired dress, where the sleeves are long and hang just off the shoulder, giving me a hot-as-fuck neckline. It clings to my frame and cinches even more at the waist and once it hits the knees, the fabric flares, leaving a beautiful train behind me. I splattered some red costume blood on my chest and face and kept the shoes simple, a black flat sandal that ties at the ankle. Checking myself out in the mirror one last time, I feel ready to go to Papa’s and handle business.

My eyes move to the bed and they trace over Abi’s body, which is covered by the thin sheets so rudely. She’s passed out, exhausted from her night and our playtime. Her white hair is spread out over the dark pillow, it’s angelic. I’m always so captivated by her beauty, she's classically beautiful,with minimal effort or care. And she doesn’t need all that shit on her face to stand out, she stands out all on her own. Walking to the large windows which look out to the peaks of snow capped mountains and luscious green forests, I take the burgundy curtains and close them. I'm unsure when I’ll be back, but this way the sun rising in the morning won’t wake her before she is ready.

Grabbing the gold chain leashes off the hook on the wall, I leave Abi in peace, closing the door softly behind me. Walking to the back door, I call my babies in. “Jack, Sally. Let’s go.” Dangling the leashes, they jingle, further enticing them and it works. Snorts of excitement follow and I smile as I see their cute waddling bodies trotting toward me.

I latch the leash on each of them and bring them inside. We start toward the front door, but the black VHS tape and white label with my name on it catches my attention once more. I’m naturally a curious person, if I don’t watch the tape now, it will drive me insane until I do. Hyper fixation will set in and all the ‘what could be on it?’thoughts would only distract me while at Papa’s.

Quickly, I give in, gripping it in my hand and the babies and I walk to the television, which has a VHS player attached; I don’t trust modern technology, you never know who can be watching, listening and invading your thoughts without you even realizing it. The only reason I have a phone is for the society.

Sliding the tape in, the machine sucks it back and theflapped door closes. I press play, then sit down on the couch.

The screen remains black for a few moments, then the screen glitches and faded bodies can faintly be seen through them. As the tape continues, the picture becomes more clear, and heavy panting plays through the speakers.

The fuck is my brother doing leaving me porn? This is so bizarre.

Pulling my phone out of the top of my dress, I send my brother a quick message;

Why did you bring me porn? I didn’t know we did that now.

I wait for a reply,but one doesn’t come. Instead he leaves me on read.

Classic.

Sliding my phone back into my cleavage, my focus returns to the television. A grainy picture fills the frame before a red head appears. The camera is angled toward the girl, while laying on her back, her large breasts bouncing as she works the double-ended dildo into her cunt. The lady’s partner has slid between her spread legs to join the party. Their pussies touch, theirpelvises grind against one another’s, and my nipples are rock fucking hard.

“Yes, baby,” is moaned loudly through the room, and my pussy tingles with need. This is fucking hot. Squeezing my thighs together I continue enjoying the film my brother has graciously gifted me.

The sloppy sound of bodies slapping against each other is increased as the naked bodies continue to chase the release they desperately need. My own eyes become hooded and I seriously debate finger banging myself in front of my babies. A sin, in my opinion, but the devil is whispering in my ear, “Sinning can be so much fun.”

While getting lost in my thoughts, another “Baby,” greets my ears, and this time it takes me back. I completely sober up, alarmed.

I know that voice.

Leaning forward, my head tilts in front of the screen and my eyes squint.

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