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Ariana

By: Sstugatz



"Always late!" I grumbled between my teeth as I am waiting for you to arrive. 

I feel so shy yet so aroused around you. Every second is a dilemma between my desires and my conscience, and I know the conscience's reign is getting closer and closer to its end. 

As usual, the conversation gets on the subject of sex. It's like it's in the air when we're around one another. As you describe some of your past adventures, my dick almost hardens to the idea of going down on you.

We're looking at each other in the eyes and I can't take it anymore. I push you against the wall and kiss you passionately. My hands quickly find your ass and I pick you up to sit you on the table, my lips never leaving yours. 

I couldn't careless if there's people around, the only quest on my mind is making you cum. I kiss your neck and slide my hands under your shirt to feel your incredible breasts through your bra. 

How I wish I could simply slide it off right then and there to tickle your nipples with my tongue. 

I feel my dick start to harden and suggest that we go back to my place. Looking at the bulge in my pants, you know what's on my mind and quickly nod before caressing my growing pole. 

I grab you by the hand and we quickly make our way to the metro. We sit immediately when we step in, my hands go back under your shirt and we kiss madly again. We never even looked to see if there was someone else in the wagon. You unbuckle my belt and slide your hand in my pants to grab my cock which is screaming for attention. 

I want you so bad at this point. You stroke my cock up and down and I slide a hand between your legs over your pants. You moan lightly between breaths. I can feel your wetness and I know that you want me badly too. 

You break our kiss to look around - no one's in your wagon. You pull down my zipper and my hard dick goes flying out. I lean back as you grab a hold of it again. 

"Ooooh shit baby yeah!" I whisper slowly. 

You kiss me again and lick your lips before kneeling in front of me. I know exactly what's coming and I grow harder in anticipation. In a single movement you take my tool inside your mouth and lick the underneath part on the way up. 

It feels so good I wonder if I'm not going to cum right then. The feeling is surreal. You suck my cock for a few minutes and to my great pleasure nobody boards our wagon until we've almost reached my station. 

We stay put until we've passed my front door and then the frenzy begins. My shirt goes flying immediately before yours and I'm finally able to get a glance at your wonderful breasts. Without loosing a moment I satisfy my desires and plunge my face into them while unhooking your bra. I kiss and tickle every inch of your breasts and your hand goes below my belt. I slide your bra off each arm as you once again whip out my hard tool. 

I really wanna fuck you but I've got other ideas before. We move downstairs to my bedroom when I remove your pants as I lay you down on the bed. You're so sexy just lying on your back in your string. 

I drop my pants and my boxers fully exposing my long and thick shaft. You grab it and stroke it again. My mouth goes back to your right nipple and I slide my right hand under your panties and push the middle finger inside you. You let out a moan. 

I slowly pull out my finger and slide your underwear off. I finally get in between your legs and gentle rub my lips against yours. I kiss and brush against your twat before inserting two fingers fiercely inside of you. 

I tickle your clit with the tip of my tongue and you shiver. I penetrate you with it and I gently suck on your love button while still fucking you with two fingers. 

After your body trembles in orgasm, I stand up and grab a condom in my drawer. I place myself in front of you and roll it down my striving pole. 

In one stroke I push the full length of my dick inside of you and you scream. I slowly pull out my shaft in one long motion and I come crashing down on you again. You scream when my cock reaches the bottom of your pussy. 

I begin ramming you fiercely. I bury each of my thrust 'till my balls and you're loving it. Your breath increases rapidly and your hands move rapidly from your tits to my ass.

Your pussy is so hot. I slow down a bit to catch my breath and you ask me not to tease you, to give it to you hard again.

Still inside of you, I roll you on top of me and flip you so you're facing my feet. You quickly understand that I want you to take the lead and you crouch on top of me to ram me better. I move up and down to meet your thrust and you moan loudly in ecstasy. 

I place my hands on your waist to fuck you better and you lean back. I give it to you rapidly and you're loving it. 

Suddenly, you collapse on me. You're out of breath but I know you haven't cum. I push you to your stomach and stand up behind you. You lift your ass up to the height of my penis and rub your moist twat against it. 

I grab it and push it inside you again. This new entry is even hotter than before. I know I can't sustain this much longer so begin ramming you with reckless abandon. You scream with every thrust and I'm now playing with your clit with my middle finger again. 

Your hand finds my sack and it takes me over the top. I pound you with all my strength as I cum in a load moan. The felling of my explosion on your pussy walls takes you over the edge as well. 

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm cumming!" you scream.

I fill my hands with your tits and hold your nipples between my fingers. I'm now fucking you with all the remaining of my energy and I can feel your muscles contracting around my cock. 

In a load moan you collapse on the bed and seconds later I collapse with you.

Ariana



Chapter 1

The situation I now find myself in is something I never dreamed would ensue when I began corresponding with Ariana. It started seven years ago as a brief e-mail correspondence and has now become my life.

But I must here digress, in order to give the reader some background information about me that relates to this tale. It will sound a bit weird to those of you who have never had a fetish. From as early as I can remember, there was always something about women smoking that aroused me. Even as a very young boy, I would wonder at how the mental image of a lady smoker made my little appendage grow bigger, with resulting pleasure. When I would see my babysitters and other pretty girls smoking, it aroused me enormously, because they were perceived by me as daring and sophisticated. Smoking girls always had this effect on me and I somehow knew that this would always be true. And when for the first time, at age 15, I saw a lady smoking a cigar, this "fetish" (It would be some years before I was aware that this is what I had) changed and deepened. It was just an actress on a TV show, and it was only a cigarillo, but I was turned on as never before. 

My imagination ran wild. The "brazenness" that had always been part of the allure of young girls smoking cigarettes in public was immediately dwarfed, in my mind, by this. The very idea that a lady could publicly smoke a cigar and not be the slightest bit shy about it just struck me as incredibly sexy and powerful. It stimulated the deepest part of my sexual psyche. (In those days, the vast majority of women just did not smoke cigars or pipes, and even cigarette smoking was considered "unladylike" by some.) I began to seek out the few newspaper or magazine pictures or articles about female cigar smokers (and to a somewhat lesser extent, female pipe smokers). I read Thackeray's Vanity Fair mostly to take in the cigar scene that I had read was within. I was that rare person who perused men's magazines not for mere nudity, but for the possibility that I might find a picture of a lady with a cigar. More so than in men's magazines, I found these pictures in (still, very rarely) magazines such as Time, Life, or my mother's fashion magazines. I perused thousands of magazines over the years seeking to find that one special cigar lady. Seeing a picture of Gina Lollabrigida smoking a cigar with Castro in Time still lives in my mind. Each of these pictures was treasured by me. I had a small collection that I kept well hidden, and they were looked at every day. I would watch television with the hope that I might see a commercial for Tiparillos or Tijuana Smalls. I watched Westerns and spy shows, hoping that I would be rewarded for sitting through the tedium by even a brief glimpse of a lady with a cigarillo.

After awhile, as I started dating, I always dreamed that I would find a cigar smoker to fall in love with. Around that time, some of the more adventurous girls would sometimes smoke cigars as an affectation. Some of them probably even knew the effect it had on the boys.

Eventually I did fall in love and got married to a beautiful girl who had been a friend for some time. Alas, she smoked only cigarettes, and at first I didn't have the courage to "come out." One night, after a few glasses of wine, she asked me if there was anything that really, really turned me on. With some trepidation, I told her. Her response, which cemented my love for her, was to say "I guess we'll have to keep a humidor under the bed." All I can say about the next twenty years is that they were heaven sexually.

Children resulted from this union and, of course, they took priority over everything else in life. My wife and I were able to have our little adventures (always involving cigar smoking) when the kids were small, but at some point it became too risky to continue our cigar sex adventures in the house, so we had to settle for the occasional weekend when the grandparents could take the kids or the few times we could get away alone.

Like many marriages, after 20 years ours became a bit stale and boring. We still had sex, but the wild nights of previous years had become a memory. When having sex, I began to imagine other women smoking cigars. It always had the intended result, but it just wasn't the same.

Then came the Internet. When I had my first taste of Netscape Navigator, I was awestruck. What an amazing invention! And then one day the thought came to me: There must be pictures out there of women smoking cigars. Going into AltaVista (this was years before Google) I typed in "cigar" and "woman." The results astonished me. I was compelled to take the next two days off from work. 

Chapter 2

Over the next few years names such as "Tika" and many others lingered in my brain. I searched out and enjoyed all of the offerings of the day (very meager by today's standards) and searching for pictures of ladies smoking cigars became my favorite hobby. Of course I never saved anything on my hard drive—with only one computer in the house, I couldn't take any chances.

Time moved on and the Internet grew tremendously. I was tiring of looking at posed models and longed for real-life pictures, which, thanks to Cigar Aficionado and the resulting cigar boom of the nineties, had begun appearing. I had joined a few MSN and Yahoo groups and one day saw a group of pictures called "candids," posted by a man to whom I remain eternally grateful. This was what I had longed for! I started looking for these types of pictures. Eventually, I found a site that had thousands of pictures of regular, normal girls and ladies smoking cigars. It was not a smoking fetish site, but for me it was. I looked forward to the monthly (or so) updates and figured out how to find the latest pictures out of the thousands posted, seemingly at random. I began to save the best pictures, hiding their location on the hard drive as best I could. Some of these early pictures were of excellent quality, both in content and photographic excellence. I decided to post some of my favorites to a Yahoo group devoted to cigar smoking women. The reaction I got astonished me. So many people contacted me about the pictures that I couldn't believe it. People were apparently not aware that so many such "candid" cigar pictures were out there. The most enthusiastic person to write me about the pictures was, to my surprise, a woman. Ariana.

Our first correspondences were about the pictures--where did I find photos of such quality, in such quantity, et cetera. Over time, we became long distance friends, discussing everything from culture to politics. We were able to discuss personal things such as family and relationships. I found that Ariana is bisexual and that she smokes her pipe all the time, and has at least one good cigar each evening.

Over the years, Ariana repeatedly asked me if I would like to come to England (I live in the United States) and photograph her with her pipes and cigars, as well as make videotapes, which I would then be able to post online. Having family commitments, I was never able to do so, although the desire to do so burned in me. Our correspondence waxed and waned, and life, if the reader will forgive the cliché, went on.

A few years ago, Ariana moved to southern France. Coming from a wealthy aristocratic family, she was able to purchase a large estate, in which she has enough room to keep her beloved horses. Coming from an ancient noble lineage, she has inherited that nobility of bearing that comes only from generations of breeding.

A very tall woman, Ariana cares not a whit what people think of her. She has smoked a pipe since her teenage years, and has enjoyed the finest cigars since her days at Oxford University. She lives and loves as she pleases and, for her, only the best will suffice. And she has a cigar and pipe fetish.

Ariana and I resumed our correspondence shortly before she moved to France. We would exchange e-mails almost daily, and what began as mild flirting became very overt sexual overtures. I was surprised to find myself totally infatuated with someone whom I had never physically met. I felt like a schoolboy in love. Adriana decided that we had to meet. As is her wont, she instructed to me exactly how things would proceed. I would travel to Paris, where she would book a suite at the best hotel in the city. I would be treated not only to the Ritz, but to the Folies Bergiere, and, on the third night, to a seedy jazz club, in which many of the female patrons would openly be flouting the new French anti-smoking laws with their cigars. Ariana wanted to know if there were any scenarios that I would like for us to role play. It felt like a dream. If things "clicked" between us, I would be allowed to visit Ariana's boudoir and would be invited to spend the remainder of the two weeks at her estate. If we turned out not to be suited to each other, I would stay, at her expense, for the remainder of the week in Paris.

I was informed by Ariana that she does not trust men, so that I would be "restrained" if any sex were to occur. (With women, Ariana is willing to take a submissive role, but with men, she is always in total control.) This idea turned me on enormously. I agreed to go to Paris last June and made plans to arrange a "business trip," ostensibly to London, in order to have an alibi for my wife." The plan proceeded.

Arriving in Paris is something that should be experienced by everyone. The beautiful sight of the city can take one's breath away. I was a bit nervous with anticipation, but I knew that this was something I really wanted to do. Ariana was now my dream woman and I literally couldn't wait to see her. As I descended the tarmac, I scanned the sea of faces. It wasn't hard to spot her. Standing taller than even most of the men in her high heels, she was impossible to miss, especially with the long-stemmed black pipe dangling from her mouth. I walked up to her, kissed her hand, kissed both of her cheeks, and introduced myself. In person, Ariana was even more attractive than I had imagined, and the picture of elegance itself. After retrieving my bags, we headed to a waiting limousine and thence to the Ritz. 

We didn't talk very long that evening. I was suffering from jet lag and Ariana graciously offered to escort me to my room for a nap. I didn't awaken until late the next morning. As my eyes opened, I saw Ariana across the room, sitting on a chair with her book and pleasantly puffing her pipe. "It's about time you woke up sleepyhead," she said.

The next three days were everything I had hoped. The two of us hit it off from the beginning, and by day 2, I was invited to Ariana's room for the night. As she had warned, I was restrained to the bedposts by a pair of handcuffs. Ariana then ever-so-slowly removed my garments and apprised my growing manhood. "Not bad, "she noted. "I might have seen a couple of specimens longer than that, but I'm very impressed with the girth." If I allow penetration, I think you will work out.

That night was absolutely wonderful. I was under the total control of Ariana as she sat astride me, cigar dangling from her mouth, as she commanded me to use my tongue to its utmost. I happily obliged for over an hour, watching her enjoy what seemed like a hundred orgasms, her love juices spurting into my face. I was wild with desire, but Ariana decided that we would put off "penetration" until at least the following day. Strangely, I was not disappointed because I was so horny that I didn't want it to end. She lay beside me and laughed sweetly as my member refused to get out of business mode. I slept as if I had never slept before.

We had two more wonderful days enjoying the city enormously. The city's beauty is impossible to describe, and I won't waste the reader's time with my meager attempts. I had the finest meals of my life and enjoyed an amazing show at the Folies Bergiere. On the third night, we went to the seedy nightclub, as had been promised. The jazz music was fine and the sight of so many women smoking their cigars kept me at our table in order that no one would notice the nonstop bulge in my pants. We went back to the hotel feeling very satisfied with the day and I was, for the third time, invited into Ariana's boudoir. 

I was again shackled to the bed and things progressed as before. This night was to end differently though--after an hour of cunnilingus, Ariana mounted me, smoke drifting out of her mouth around her dangling cigar, and, after encircling my throbbing penis with her silken quim, she slowly moved up and down. I did everything I could to prolong the event and, as I was about to come, Ariana gently removed the luscious grip of her beautiful vagina from me. She lit another Cohiba and teasingly blew smoke in my face. I resumed tongue–pleasing her for another 20 minutes or so and then she mounted me again. This time it was over within minutes. It was the best orgasm I had ever had—I was, as the cliché has it, "weak in the knees." I literally would not have been able to walk. "You deserved that, my dear boy. You may sleep now. You are definitely coming with me to my estate tomorrow."

Chapter 3

With the morning sun lighting up the city, it was time to go. A limousine arrived and our bags were loaded. I felt a bit sad that we were leaving Paris but I knew there were more adventures lying ahead. After a truffle and ham omelet and some coffee, we were on our way.

I regret to say that I slept most of the way, thus missing out, based on what I did see, some of the most beautiful landscapes imaginable. Every time I awoke, I would see Ariana, out of the corner of my eyes, gently puffing her pipe, its fragrant and intriguing aroma sweetening both my nostrils and my thoughts. I felt almost in heaven.

We arrived at our destination and our bags were carried in. The house was a very old and very large mansion, surrounded by a huge expanse of lawn littered with ancient oak trees. She was, like its owner, a grand lady. Later I would be given a tour of the house and grounds, but first I met some of the staff and was served a cup of Earl Grey tea with a bit of honey and was presented with a humidor containing a variety of good Cuban cigars. I chose a smallish Romeo y Julieta and sat back to enjoy myself. I hoped that Ariana would join me, but she said she would prefer a fresh pipe and chose one from her extensive collection. I watched as she tamped down the tobacco and brought it to life. We sat and conversed about a variety of subjects for the next half hour and then she said we needed to change our clothing. I prepared to unpack my bags but Ariana told me not to worry, that it would be taken care of. She had had her tailor custom make a riding outfit for me. Her afternoon plan was to go on a horse ride through the estate grounds, another treat that had been promised me. The experience did not disappoint. My riding skills are limited, but with her guidance I had a wonderful time. "What a life!", I thought. How could I ever leave? Indeed.

After supper, we removed to the parlor where we were served coffee and fine French cognac, and once again the humidor was presented to us. Adriana insisted on choosing my cigar for me, a Cohiba Esplendido. For herself she picked a very large Romeo y Julieta. I watched entranced as she expertly clipped the cigars and brought hers to life. As the plumes of smoke wafted from her lips to the high ceiling, I felt very amourous again. Ariana quickly noted my protuberance and laughed loudly. "My, my, don't be impatient, Jay. I am a woman who very much likes to go slowly. Relax and enjoy your cigar." Which is what I did.

Our first night in Limoge was somewhat similar to the last night in Paris and just as wonderful. Adriana invited me to one of her boudoirs, a large, unwindowed interior suite, with two rooms facing each other. One room, the larger of the two, contained a large, beautiful bed and two small couches and some chairs. The other room had a smaller bed and a large chair and the walls were stocked with books. A computer rested on a small desk near the foot of the bed. I noticed that there was a kind of door that could be slid out to separate the rooms. It was a huge steel sliding door with a tiny window. It looked out of place in such a room, and I asked Ariana its purpose. "That's how I'll keep you locked up love," she laughed. "Let's have a drink and then we'll see what we can do to entertain ourselves." She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and our night began. 

At this point, I was seriously in lust and dangerously close to being uncontrollably in love. I dreamed I could spend all of my waking hours for the rest of my life watching this beautiful lady smoking her pipes and cigars, going for daily rides, and having our wonderful conversations. And the nights of ecstasy! How could I ever give this up? I knew I had to, but I kept the thought from my mind. 

The week went too quickly and the idea of an end was beginning to darken my thoughts. I felt like a schoolboy knowing that his summer romance was about to end. I was deliriously happy, and yet sad at the same time. Adriana only smiled when I told her my thoughts. "Don't worry, you'll be staying, love. I'll see to that." 

She asked me on the day before my scheduled departure if there were the slightest possibility that anyone at home could have figured out where I was."Of course not." I replied. "I hid my trail well. My cell phone has been turned off since I boarded the plane and my wife thinks I am in England. Don't worry, no one will find out that I'm here."

Ariana smiled again, but this time her smile looked subtly different. "What would your wife do if I didn't let you go home?" I laughed, made a joke, and changed the topic. "I guess it's our last night tonight, so do you have anything special in mind?" I said. "Indeed I do, Jay. Indeed I do."

That evening, after another sumptuous feast, we sat outside on the porch, enjoying cognac and cigars, Ariana chose for her smoke a rather large Cuban Punch and I watched with bliss as she sat, the cigar dangling seductively from her mouth, as she savored the approach of sunset. We sat and talked for the next hour and a half and she smoked her cigar constantly, occasionally glancing, bemused, at the bulge in my pants. Finally, as she finished exhaling her last puff, she said, "time to go upstairs. Don't you have to get ready?" Alas, I knew I did, but looked forward to one final night with this remarkable woman.

We first went to my room, where I planned to pack my things. Ariana told me that it wouldn't be necessary. "Everything you need will be taken care of. Tonight you are mine." Please come with me to my boudoir. I followed Ariana down the hall, marveling at her svelte figure. I was definitely in love and thought again how sad it would be to leave. I was grateful, however, to have had such a wonderful experience for the better part of two weeks.

We arrived at Ariana's room and entered. "I want this night to be special for you, as it will be your final night of living in such style." I could only agree. Ariana pulled another cigar from her bedroom humidor. Dangling the Cohiba from her lips, she lit it expertly, smiling at me through the smoke. She playfully exhaled a stream of smoke into my face. I was well beyond aroused by this point and hoped I wouldn't ruin things by coming too soon. I was once again restrained to the bed and my clothing removed. Ariana, as on previous occasions, sat astride my mouth, taking her pleasures for about an hour, the cigar hanging in a most erotic manner from her red lips. After having numerous orgasms and again spewing her juices on my face, she was ready to move to the next step. I was in such a state of anticipation that I felt slightly mad. I was obsessed with the desire to have her beautiful cunt in possession of my now rock-hard dick. Ariana got off of me and left the bed. I didn't know what she had in store for me right then, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.




Ariana



Chapter 4

Ariana rang a small bell which she used to summon her servants. I was puzzled when, a moment later, two young women appeared at the door. "Come in girls, it's time." 

"Jay, I am pleased to introduce to you Jeanne and Michelle. Ladies, this is Jay."

I was in total confusion, but then it hit me—Ariana must have planned to have an orgy with me and these girls. I couldn't believe it. I was awestruck at this turn of events, but I knew by now that Ariana was indeed, a special kind of lady. 

"Gag him, Jeanne. And Michelle, please secure his feet." The girls did as instructed. I had never really been sexually interested in this kind of thing, but I was getting aroused by it. Who knows about these things? Ariana instructed the girls to disrobe, and their exquisite bodies had my complete, rapt attention. I was rewarded for this by a slap on the cheek. "Did I give you permission to leer at these girls? Do it again and you'll be sorry."

There was a different tone in her voice that now began to confuse me. The three ladies removed themselves to the adjacent room, where I noted with shock that, this time, it was Ariana who was being shackled to the bed. I remembered that Ariana had told me that in her sexual adventures with ladies, that she would take the submissive role.

I watched with a mixture of trepidation and extreme lust while Ariana practiced on each of the girls the same arts that I had recently employed in the pursuit of her pleasure. This time, it was Michelle and Jeanne who, large cigars clenched in their teeth, took turns as Ariana performed extensive cunnilingus on them. It was an extremely arousing sight to be watching and I ached for my turn.

Finally, after what seemed like hours (and perhaps it was), the tryst came to an end. Ariana was unbound and lit her third cigar of the evening, this time a smaller Cohiba. She walked to my bed and I was so, so ready for what was coming next.

"There are a few things I have to tell you Jay." 

"That doesn't sound very romantic," I replied.

"It wasn't meant to be."

I suddenly snapped out of my lusty reverie to the fearful thought that this was not going according to plan. At least my plan.

"You're not going home tomorrow morning Jay. In fact you won't be leaving at all. You are now mine. I have the staff and resources to do what I want and I have decided that I want a slave. You have passed your audition and so I have selected you." She took a long drag on the cigar and smiled.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Ariana. Do you really believe that my wife won't get law enforcement to hunt me down? You'll never get away with this."

"Turn him girls."

Jeanne walked over and reached for the chain binding my left hand. I immediately tried to somehow strike out at her, but the other two women were there in a second to subdue me.

"You'll pay for that Jay. We can either do this nicely or not so nicely, but either way, you will end up where I want you."

Loosening one bond at a time, the ladies soon had me re-bound, but this time facing down. I soon learned the reason for this as my bottom was paddled painfully. This is something that definitely does not turn me on and I told this to Ariana.

"We're not trying to turn you on—we're giving you chastisement for your impudence and for your attempt to hit Jeanne. You will find that I am a very forgiving mistress. I am not a sadist, but if you need to be punished, you will be. Get used to it."

"And, by the way, I will get away with this. You told your wife you were going to England. Instead you flew to France with no documented destination other than the airport. She might do some digging and find that you really did go to Paris. And then she will find that there are no phone or financial records since you got to this country. You simply disappeared. At the very least, she will know that you are a fucking liar and probably cheating on her. If she cares to use the police in a foreign country and if she has the money to even attempt an investigation, how will they find you? The police will just assume that you decided to abandon your family. And, guess what—you have."

All kinds of thoughts raced through my brain. I was truly scared and had to figure out a way to escape this situation. The girls unbound my feet and Ariana told me to get some sleep.

"Don't worry, my dear man. I like you and you will be treated very well if you behave. And, on occasion, you will have the reward you crave. You would have had it tonight but you didn't deserve it."

Before leaving the room she came to the bed and blew a long stream of cigar smoke in my face again. I coughed and she blew another plume of smoke my way as if to punctuate the fact that she was now, indeed, my master . . . my mistress.

"Good night," she laughed, and I listened as the girls locked the big steel door and retired to the bed in the other room.

Chapter 5

Improbable as it was, I actually slept well. I awoke to the smell of stale cigar smoke and to the sick feeling that, no matter what happened now, my life was changed forever. I had an intense need to urinate but there was no one in either room to call for assistance. After what seemed an eternity Ariana appeared at the foot of my bed. She noticed my tumescence immediately and she also knew that the cause for it was not arousal but the need for a bathroom.

"I hope you slept well Jay," she said through puffs of pipe smoke. "I need to know if you're going to cooperate. If not, you really have no hope."

I let the idea sink in and realized that she had the balance of power now.

"If you give your word that you will do what I say, you will be allowed to use the toilet, get yourself cleaned up, and have a nice breakfast with me. If not ... I think you can understand."

"Why are you doing this to me Ariana? What is ..."

"We're not discussing this,", she replied coldly. "Do I have your word or not?"

Realizing that I had no choice and that I would soon pee myself, I gave my promise. I would do whatever I was told.

"Good." She continued to clench her pipe, taking it out of her mouth only to talk. I warn you, though, that any attempt to break your word will only result in failure. And there would most definitely be unpleasant consequences."

I was unshackled at last.

After using the bathroom and showering, a servant led me to the breakfast room, where I was met by wonderful aromas from the kitchen and my three friends of the previous evening.

"Good morning, Jay, I hope you slept well." It was Jeanne. Her greeting was warmly followed by that of Michelle. It was as if nothing had happened the previous night. The four of us were served breakfast and coffee and we chatted as if we were just friends having a meal. As we completed the course, Adriana lit yet another pipe, and the other two ladies enjoyed small cigars. They offered me the humidor to make a selection, but I was not in the mood for smoking.

"I'll have mine later if you don't mind."

"If you don't mind, Mistress!"

"What?"

"You will address us as 'Mistress' from now on. You have to understand that we can completely control you and I will not hesitate to use whatever force is necessary to keep order in my home. In return, we will make your life with us as pleasant as can be. You will have chores to do, of course, such as cleaning my pipes, but you will also be free to travel around the estate, at my discretion, get your exercise, and even enjoy fine Cuban cigars with us. What objection could you possibly have to your situation?

It occurred to me that this was not a bad thing, but I immediately regretted the thought.

"What about my family. I can't just never see them forever."

"You have a new life now Jay. How it turns out is entirely up to you. Your family will be fine without you. You don't really want to be with your wife and your children are now grown. Life is all about tradeoffs. You have traded your old life for a new one with me. At the deepest level of your psyche, this is what you want. I am only giving you what you really want."

Ariana replaced her pipe into her mouth, tamped down her tobacco, and accepted a light from Jeanne.

I sat there for the next hour, mesmerized by my new reality as I watched Ariana calmly puffing away on her pipe. I chastened myself for being so stupid, yet could not deny that I was intensely aroused by the very idea that I was now her slave. Ariana somehow sensed whenever my tumescence returned and it always seemed to give her delight, not just because she knew that she was the cause of this effect, but because she knew that I was a prisoner, not just of her, but of my own desire.

Chapter 6

I had been living under Ariana's roof for about two months and although I knew that this would never feel normal to me, I had adjusted to my new life and, most of the time, my time went pleasantly enough. I learned what was expected of me and I performed my duties as a good slave. On a couple of occasions, I needed chastisement, but I accepted that it was for my own good. When I behaved well, I was sometimes allowed the release which I so craved.

One day Ariana came to me and told me her plans for a party that she was planning. There was to be a dinner party in two weeks, to which several of Ariana's friends would be coming. I was shocked when she told me that I would not be the only slave at the party—Ariana was a friend to several ladies, both British and French, who had their own slaves.

"And believe me Jay, none of them are treated as well as you are."

She opened a humidor and selected a rather large Romeo y Julieta, clipped it, and toasted the end until it came to life. Puffing the cigar and savoring its smoke, she seemed very tranquil. I longed to kiss her lips at that moment, but I knew that any such initiative would have to come from her. She noted my bulge, but decided to ignore it this time. Blowing a huge cloud of smoke in my direction, she issued her instructions.

"You will be in charge of this Jay. This is a test for you. I want to see if I can truly trust you to handle my affairs properly. You will plan the dinner party, arrange for the guests' accommodations, plan the menu, and then, on the night of the party, you will coordinate with the other slaves in order to ensure that all of the ladies are well taken care of. Glancing at my crotch, she smiled.

"Do you think you're up for it?"

"Of course, Mistress."

It was a whirlwind of activity for the next two weeks. I made the preparations, prepared the menu, and took care of all the minute details that go into such an undertaking. I wanted only to please Ariana and used all of my skills to make the event a special one. Time, as is its wont, seemed to fly away. I was confident however, that I had put together the ingredients for a special event. I wanted my Mistress to be happy with my efforts. It dawned on me that I had really taken to my role as her slave and that I was actually enjoying it.

The day of the party finally came and I was ready for it. The day cooperated by being warm and sunny and its radiance was like a tonic to me. The limousines began to arrive in the late afternoon, and the ladies and their slaves were introduced to me. It need not be said but the ladies all looked ravishingly beautiful in their evening gowns and tastefully applied makeup. The slaves, me included, were all clad in black tuxedos, all of us eager to please our mistresses. The camaraderie between those of us in service was a welcome thing for me, and the others had been instructed that, for tonight, I was in charge. I assigned tasks and divided the labor. 

The guests were first offered aperitifs on the lawn. Two large humidors were on hand and all of the ladies indulged in a pre-meal smoke. The scene was surreal—fifteen elegant women chatting amiably as they puffed their cigars, their manservants close at hand to serve their every need. Hors d'oeuvres abounded and were consumed with relish. When it came time for dinner to be served, the ladies entered the formal dining room. I had prepared a variety of entrees, including a roasted pig, venison, lobster tails flown in from Maine, the finest steaks, and an assortment of vegetables and breads. Everyone was enjoying themselves immensely, it seemed to me. I was sure that my mistress was proud of me and I felt at peace.

It came time for dessert, and the trays appeared, from which the ladies made their choices. Coffee and cognac were served along with, of course, another round of cigars. Only the largest cubans were chosen this time and the ladies commenced with their smoking. The ladies broke off into small groups and couples, cigars hanging languidly from their lips. I noticed Jeanne and Michelle, looking ravishing as they puffed their Cohibas. They gently teased each other and then embraced in an overtly erotic way. I didn't know what to make of this, but then I noticed the other ladies also beginning to engage amorously. Incredibly aroused, I dared not deviate from my tasks. The aromas of debauchery and cigar smoke were almost too much to bear, so I removed myself to the kitchen to make sure that the other slaves were busy with their assignments.

The bell rang and we were summoned to the parlor, where it seemed like a giant orgy were about to take place. Ariana was locked in embrace with a local woman whom I had met earlier named Emily. Ariana called me over and started to tell Emily that she would gladly let me service her in any way she wished. Emily apparently knew my entire story and had been told of my prowess with my tongue.

"I'd love to give him a go Ariana, although in my experience no man knows what exactly he is doing."

Laughing, Ariana ordered me to strip and go to one of the divans. I was extremely embarrassed, having never been naked in front of a group of persons, but I did as I was bid. My hands were duly bound and Emily sat astride me.

"Be a dear Ariana and get me a fresh cigar please."

Moments later, a large Punch dangling from her lips, Emily placed her womanhood at the edge of my lips.

"Let's see if you really can please me."

"Yes, Mistress."

My tongue did its mischief and, cigar smoke swirling from her lips, Emily started to come. Ariana was becoming aroused herself and, as Emily was pleasured by me from below, Ariana started massaging her breasts and kissing her with great passion. Emily seemed to explode with pleasure and her juices dripped into my mouth. Ariana looked at my erect member and smiled sweetly. She was not about to let Emily have my penis vaginally though—that was restricted territory. Emily dismounted me and the ladies had their way with each other.

Emily's cigar ash was getting a bit long and her eyes searched for an ashtray. None was in sight though.

"Jay, open your mouth."

I was about to protest, but I knew it would be futile and I had no desire to be chastised that night. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Emily de-ashed her cigar into my mouth, taking care not to burn me. As I silently gagged, the two ladies resumed their love play, and momentarily, Emily resumed her position with my face in her cunt. She used my lips, my nose, indeed my entire face. The love juices flowed and flowed. The ladies changed positions several times, Ariana seeming to enjoy herself even more than usual. I noticed that all around me similar scenes were being enacted. The ladies kept blowing cigar smoke in my face to amuse themselves and the night continued in a similar manner for the next several hours. I don't know how I kept myself from exploding, but I knew by this time how to do what my mistress wished.

Chapter 7

The next morning I awoke, bound to my bed. I thought about what had happened the night before and about all of the events that preceded it. I looked back at my life and pondered if I would ever go back to the way things were even if that were a possibility. I heard the key unlock my door and took in the beauty of Ariana as she entered, calmly puffing her pipe.

"You did well last night Jay. Very well. I will indeed keep you.

"Stay where you are, I am in the mood for some stimulation." 

She placed the pipe between her teeth and sat astride me. 

"Lick."

I did and orgasms ensued, over and over. Ariana arose, put her pipe in the ashtray and left the room. Returning a moment later, a large cigar rested between her lips. She lit it and got on me again, smoke streaming from her mouth. I resumed my tongue-work and Ariana resumed her orgasming. Forty minutes or so later, she moved her most beautiful, limpid, soaking wet vagina onto my longing shaft. Moving slowly up and down, she exclaimed, "You deserve this Jay. Excellent job, both last night and this morning." 

"Yes Mistress," I almost screamed.

As she raised and lowered herself upon me, she took the cigar from her lips and blew plumes of smoke into my face. As I finally exploded, with the most intense orgasm imaginable, Ariana smiled and said, "I think that the life of a slave suits you Jay. Would you ever leave me?"

"No Mistress," I replied.

And I meant it.



Ariana and Nick



 This story is completely fictional. The characters are all age 18 or over. Reader comments appreciated.

*****

At the age of 18, Ariana Pohle stood 6 foot tall and weighed 110 lbs. If you didn't know she was a swimmer you might think she was anorexic, but she wasn't. She was all muscle under her very soft, pale skin, the result of working to develop long, lean muscles except in her wide shoulders.

She wore her bright red hair cut very short so it would not cause problems under her swim cap. Her eyes were emerald green and her complexion was lightly tanned because when she was not in the outdoor pool she tended to avoid the sun. She had developed breasts, such as they were, one year earlier, and seldom wore a bra.

Her older brother, Nick, 19, at 5 feet, 10.5 inches tall and 155 pounds, was neither as tall nor as skinny as his sister, but was very slender as well, as he swam for the high school and college swim teams. His hair was darker, almost brownish, and his eyes were sapphire blue. He not only looked up to his sister when she stood next to him, he also idolized her because she was more advanced academically and socially than he had been at her age.

So when, out of the blue, his sister called to him, to ask for help with her homework, Nick was shocked. Nevertheless, he went to her bedroom, knocked on the door, and walked in without waiting for her invitation. "What do you want, 'Bean?'" Nick asked. Only her family and teammates were allowed to call her that, and never in public where she insisted on being called "Ari." She looked up from her computer and said, "I don't understand this reading for sex-ed. Will you read it? Then maybe you can put it into terms I'll understand."

Nick read through the text, which was describing how the male impregnated the female through sexual intercourse. The more Nick read, the more embarrassed he became. "What's wrong, Nick?" she asked. "What don't you understand about this, Bean? You've seen dogs and other animals mating, haven't you?" he asked.

"Well, no," his sister replied, "not really. Are they saying that a guy sticks his thing in a girl and she becomes pregnant? Why ever would he do that? How does she become pregnant? Can he do that to her without her getting pregnant? This stuff is too technical, and I really want to understand."

"Mom should have explained this stuff to you when your body started to mature," Nick told her.

"Well, she did mention stuff about body modesty and how to take care of myself when I have a period, but that's all. She said "Don't have sex with a guy unless you want to get pregnant, but she never said why or how."

"Okay," Nick said. "Let's start with this. As you said, when a guy sticks his 'thing' in a girl, she may become pregnant. But it isn't guaranteed to happen. And by the way, let us be direct in our language. The guy's 'thing' is called his 'penis;' it is also called by many not-so-polite terms. Between you and me, for this discussion we'll call it his 'cock. And where he puts it in a girl is called her 'vagina. Between you and me we'll call it her 'cunt.' The act of a guy putting his cock in a girl's cunt is called 'sexual intercourse;' but we'll just call it 'fucking.'"

"So, between us, this is about a guy fucking a girl by putting his cock into the girl's cunt? she asked him. "Yeah," Nick replied. "But understand that you should not use those terms with anyone else but me. "Okay," his sister replied.

"Now, when a guy fucks a girl, she doesn't automatically become pregnant, Ari." She was almost shocked that her brother had called her by her public nickname instead of her private nickname. Nick continued, "There are many reasons why she would not. He could be wearing a condom. She could be taking birth control pills. It could be the wrong time in her menstrual cycle. Do you understand what I am saying?" he asked her.

"Not entirely, Nick" she answered. "I know about birth control pills because Mom had the doctor put me on them to regulate my periods, but when we went to the pharmacy, she asked for my birth control pills. What does that mean?"

"Ari," he told her, "those pills do both at the same time. They prevent you from becoming pregnant by regulating your periods. Usually a woman (or a girl) can only get pregnant during part of her cycle, usually in the middle of the cycle. The pills regulate her cycle so that, when she is not taking them, she knows when she is most likely to become pregnant if the guy does not use a condom. But when she takes the pills it is unlikely that she will become pregnant."

"You've mentioned condoms twice," his sister said. "What are they? How do they work? Why does the guy use one?"

He thought about it for a few seconds, and said, "A guy puts a condom on his cock for two reasons. One is to catch the sperm that comes out of him so it can't make her pregnant when they fuck. But also, it serves as some protection from sexually transmitted diseases, whatever they are. See, I don't know everything. But if a guy is going to fuck a girl he doesn't know, he might be afraid of getting one of those diseases from her, so he uses one to prevent that. And if he knows that he has one of those diseases, he could use a condom to keep her from catching the disease from him."

"But what is a condom, and how does he use it?" his sister persisted. He told her, "A condom is a thin piece of rubber or some other substance shaped sort of like a guy's cock. It usually comes in a foil packet, rolled up. He takes it out of the packet, places it on the tip of his cock, and rolls it down until his cock is covered."

"Okay," Ariana replied, "I think I understand. So, if you were going to fuck me, and you did not know that I am on the pill, would you use a condom to fuck me?"

"My beautiful Ari," Nick answered immediately, "I would never fuck you, because you are my sister, and guys are not supposed to fuck their sisters. But if you were not my sister and I wanted to fuck you, then, yes, I would use a condom to keep us both safe."

She then startled her older brother by asking the one question he hoped she wouldn't ask: "Nick, if I'm your sister, and you love me, why wouldn't you fuck me?" Then she made it worse: "Aren't I beautiful enough for you? Do you have a girlfriend who you would rather fuck than me?"

"Look, Bean, I love you more than anyone else. No, I don't have a girlfriend who I would rather fuck. It is as I already stated; guys aren't supposed to fuck their own sisters. It just isn't right." Nick looked upset as he answered her.

He continued, "Also, you are still, to my knowledge, a virgin; meaning you have not been fucked by anyone. That also means that inside your cunt is a piece of tissue called a hymen, which a guy would tear when you are being fucked for the very first time. It usually is a painful thing when it is first torn, but after the pain goes away then it feels good to fuck. And people sometimes fuck to feel good, not just to make babies."

"Fine, Nick" she replied. "I also love you more than anyone else and, by your definition, I am still a virgin. But I want you to be the first to fuck me and make me not be a virgin. I don't care if it is wrong, and I don't care if it hurts. I want you. Mom and Dad will be gone to a party Saturday night, and I want you to fuck me then."

"Ari, please, as I've told you, I shouldn't fuck you. You should actually remain a virgin until you get married. It is your husband's job to take away your virginity. I want that for you more than anything else," Nick told her.

"No, Nick, I don"t want to wait for someone I don't know to fuck me. I want you, and if you don't want to wait until Saturday night, then fuck me right now," she said, starting to remove her clothing as her brother watched.

"Okay, I'll do it," Nick replied, "but not until Saturday night. I will have to find someone to get me some condoms, for both our sakes. Also, when I break your hymen it will cause you to bleed. So we will have to clean up so Mom and Dad won't see the stains on our sheets. And we have to decide where we are going to do this; in your bed, in mine, or somewhere else."

"We are going to do it here, in my bed," she told her brother. Then she stood up, put her arms around him, kissed him on the lips, and said, "I love you, Nick; and I thank you for agreeing to do this for me. I'll feel safer with you than with anyone else."

When Saturday night came and their parents left the two teenagers went back to Ariana's bedroom, and they sat down on the bed right next to each other.

"Bean," her brother said, "I'm going to kiss you all over your body, so start taking off your clothes, but leave your panties on. And as I kiss you I will also touch parts of your body to make you feel good, even before we fuck. If I do it right you may have orgasms before I get close to your cunt. It is okay, and just means that when I do fuck you, your cunt will be wet and ready to receive my cock."

So saying, he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her lips, then all over her face and neck, as she started to remove her clothing.

When she was wearing only her panties Nick started removing his own clothing until he was wearing only his jockey shorts. Before he pushed his trousers away he removed three condoms from his pocket. Nick kissed her body from her head down, licking her on any spot where his kiss caused a reaction, until he reached her breasts. 

"We'll call your breasts your 'tits,' and when I touch them, suck on them, and caress them, you will start feeling things in your cunt stronger than what you felt while I was kissing you elsewhere. That is normal. You may feel yourself getting wet in your cunt. That's normal, too. If you feel tension build up in your body, and then suddenly release, that is an orgasm. You should feel very good after that, and even more wet."

Nick grasped her tiny tits, kissed them, sucked on them, and pinched and pulled on her dark red nipples with his fingers. Ari's breathing became ragged, and then her body went tense, and then relaxed. As her breathing slowed, Nick smiled at her and said, "Bean, that was your first orgasm. At this rate you should have one or two more at least before I fuck you." Nick made certain that Ari felt good every step of the way. If she was nervous, she did not show it.

Three orgasms and much kissing later, Nick looked at his sister and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, Bean. Take off your panties, and feel how wet they are." She did as he told her, and was surprised how soaked with fluids they were. Nick removed his jockey shorts and placed her right hand on his cock.

"You feel how stiff my cock is?" he asked her. "That's because it has filled with blood so it will be stiff enough to penetrate your cunt and stimulate the inside of it. It also means that I can tear your hymen away when we fuck. But my cock is too big for the tight muscles in your cunt, so I will have to push it in slowly, so that the muscles in your cunt can relax and accommodate it.

"Now take one of the condoms out of its wrapper, place it on the tip of my cock, and then roll it down the shaft until you reach the bottom. It feels good to the guy when the girl does this to him, but if he is in too big a rush he may do it himself."

"Okay, big brother, the condom is on your cock, which seems very hard, yet is very soft," she told him. Then he placed her on her back and spread her legs so that he could kiss and lick her cunt, pausing briefly to suck on her clitoris, which caused her to have another orgasm. Then he pushed himself up on his arms and brought his cock to the entrance of his sister's cunt, and slowly began to push in.

"You must tell me if it hurts, Ari. I will stop and let your body adjust to my cock before I push on. When I get to your hymen I will stop again," he informed her, kissing her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth as his cock invaded her cunt.

When his cock stopped at her hymen, she could feel it, but so far she had not complained. In fact, her breathing was so ragged Nick knew that she was very close to another orgasm. "Bean, why don't you take a deep breath, and let it out when you feel the pain of your hymen tearing." As he advised, she took a deep breath while Nick paused, and then pushed hard through her hymen. As her hymen was tearing she had an orgasm, and did not react much to the pain.

After a couple of minutes she said, "Okay, Nick, but slowly." Five minutes later Nick's cock was fully contained in Ariana's cunt. He grinned at her, licked her tits, and slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock remained embedded. He slowly pushed back in, and then withdrew again. He started to speed up his insertions and withdrawals, telling his sister, "Now I am fucking you, Bean, and I love you."

She replied, "I love you too, Nick, and I am glad you are fucking me, exactly as I wanted. Thank you."

Afterwards, they pulled the bed linens and, finding just a small amount of blood stains, threw them in the washer and cleaned them, then replaced them on the her bed just before their parents returned home.

From then on, whenever their parents went out they continued with their fucking. Nick taught her about oral sex and she became quite proficient at sucking his cock, and she loved it when he lapped her cunt. They also tried a few different positions. 

By the time Nick completed his freshman year at college and Ariana had graduated from high school they were totally in love with each other and moved out of state to a place where they were unknown and were married in a civil ceremony, using a fake id showing her last name to be Sanderson, their mother's maiden name. Now legally able to fuck each other, Nick and Bean Pohle lived a long and happy life together.



Ariana Grande: Sibling Rivalry



Disclaimer: This isn't real, it's all a fantasy. I own nothing except the caricatures of the people involved in this story.

Ariana Grande: Sibling Rivalry

Codes: M/F, inc, rough, cons, anal, viol

Also note: There's some homophobic and racist language in here. I am not either of those things, I have never been, nor will I ever be. Hating someone for their race/sexuality/creed/whatever is wrong and incredibly stupid. Don't do it. That said, I apologize if the language offends anyone. I wrote it as part of the characters I created, and I would hope/imagine the real-life inspirations of these characters aren't this way, either. 

Soapbox done, on with the story:

*****

"Frankie? I'm home!" Ariana Grande called out, stepping into the home she shared with her older half-brother. Dressed in a blouse, skirt, and flip-flops, the 21-year-old pop star had just come back from several business meetings she had had throughout the day. The meetings had gone well, but Ariana often found them tedious, particularly if the people involved were dry as dust. Today had been one of those days, and by the end of it Ariana couldn't wait to get home and spend time with her brother. She had already sent her entourage and bodyguards home for the evening, and her mother was dogsitting for the next few days, leaving the house entirely to the two of them. 

Pausing to drop her things off in her living room, Ariana could hear the shower running upstairs. Smirking, she slipped off her flip-flops and padded barefoot up the stairs until she reached the bathroom. Pushing open the bathroom door, Ariana was greeted by the familiar sight of her nude half-brother, his back to her as he stood under the hot shower. Through the clear plastic shower curtain she could see that he was soaping himself up, working it into lather over his athletic frame. He bent over to work the soap over his legs, and Ariana couldn't help but lick her lips as she gazed shamelessly at his well-toned ass. She could feel herself getting hot, and not just from the heat of the shower.

Now Frankie was straightening up, still facing away from the door, and Ariana saw his right hand move towards the lower front of his body—he was giving his cock and balls a good, thorough wash. It was soon clear that this wasn't all that he was doing, as she saw his arm start moving back and forth and Ariana heard him grunt with pleasure. His head tilted back, and though she couldn't see them, she was sure his eyes were closed. Clearly Frankie was starting to jerk himself off to whatever homoerotic fantasy was playing out in his head.

Gingerly stepping into the bathroom and closing the door quietly, Ariana slowly moved over to the shower until she was standing right behind him, with only the shower curtain separating them. Ariana took hold of the edge of the curtain, waited a few moments to let Frankie get into a rhythm, and then yanked the shower curtain aside.

"Jesus!" Frankie spun around, soap and water spraying everywhere. Ariana giggled as he nearly lost his balance and fell on his ass. "Fuck, Ari, don't do that!"

"What's the matter, Frankie?" Ariana said in a playfully mocking voice. "Did I take you out of your fantasy of sucking Bieber's skinny little cock?"

"Fuck you, shrimp," Frankie responded, regaining his balance so he stood over his half-sister at his full height. "That little bitch's baby dick couldn't satisfy a stuffed animal." He had stopped masturbating, but made no attempt to cover himself, instead letting Ariana look at his naked, soaking body. Ariana's eyes were immediately drawn to her desired prize: Frankie's 10-inch long cock, over an inch thick in the middle and fatter at the base, with a bulbous head at the other end. Below it hung two heavy testicles the size of golf balls. Frankie kept his groin shaved so that his sexual equipment stood out clearly, and against his dancer's body frame it looked like a kielbasa sausage. Right now it was at full attention and Ariana could see pearly drops of precum in the piss-slit.

Being a devoted sister meant that Ariana loved her sibling for who he was, both inside and out. Being a dirty-minded slut meant that she especially loved his huge cock. Fortunately for her, Frankie was just as much of a pervert as she was, and even though he preferred men over women, he took exception to Ariana, who had an incredibly snug cunt and asshole and from certain angles (or if he was drunk enough) could pass for a twink with her five foot build, small A-cup tits, and slender hips. Besides, nothing turned the two on more than knowing that every time they fucked, sucked, or otherwise pleasured each other they were engaging in the extremely taboo act of incest. 

"Well, something's got you all hot and bothered," Ariana teased with a wicked grin, folding her arms across her chest. "C'mon, 'fess up—what kinda fag fantasy were you jacking off to?" Ariana was by no means a homophobe, but she knew dirty and derogatory talk turned Frankie on sexually, just as it did with her. 

Sure enough, Frankie resumed stroking himself leisurely, not taking his eyes off of Ariana's challenging ones. "Actually, I was thinking about you and Sean," he said. "Has he gotten you to lick his dirty black ass clean after he takes a shit?"

"Fuck you, asshole!" Ariana replied, but she was smiling, and gave him a light slap on his chest. "You just wish you were the one doing the licking instead of me."

"Damn right, I do," Frankie said, increasing his strokes a little bit. "I'd spit-shine that asshole before starting in on his nigger cock—I saw you two fucking the other day, and damn, he really is "big" Sean. Blew my load as soon as he did."

"I knew you were watching!" Ariana exclaimed, slapping his chest again. "You sick fuck, jacking off to your sister having sex!"

"And now you're watching me jack off in the shower," Frankie shot back. "So who's the sick fuck now?"

Both of them were breathing heavy now, and the air in the room was charged with wanton lust. The two siblings could sense it was about to happen and they locked eyes, waiting to see who would break first.

Ariana reacted a split-second before Frankie did, reaching up to undo her blouse and opening up the first button before Frankie grabbed her arm and pulled her under the steaming shower spray. She squealed, first at the sudden spray of water hitting her face, and then again when Frankie ripped the blouse open and off her shoulders, buttons scattering over the floor. Ariana wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were soaked in seconds. "Dammit, Frankie, that blouse was new!" Ariana started to protest before Frankie grabbed her small tits in two handfuls and pulled her close in a crushing, passionate kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Ariana responded with equal passion, her tongue meeting his in a frenzied, slippery dance, her hands reaching down to grasp his cock in both her small hands. She jerked his cock, running her hands up and down while squeezing it in particularly sensitive spots. The two siblings made out under the shower for a few minutes, water cascading over them, before Ariana, still locking lips with Frankie, bit down on his lower lip.

Frankie stiffened and tried to pull away but Ariana held his head in place, biting down harder and drawing blood. It was only when he began crushing her tits painfully in his hands that she let him go, and he pulled away, a trickle of blood running from his chewed lip. "Fuck, Ari, what the hell?" he demanded, spitting the blood onto the shower floor.

Ariana massaged her aching tits, though she had a predatory smile on her face. "That's what you get for ruining my new clothes," she said, referring to her torn blouse, which was now a soaking mess on the floor, and her skirt, which was still on her body but just as drenched.

Without warning Frankie let loose with a hard slap across Ariana's face, the sound of it loud even under the pounding water. Ariana's head whipped around, her drenched hair sending an arc of water flying, and she clutched the wall for support. "That's what YOU get for being a little cunt!" Frankie retorted.

Ariana turned back to face him, and Frankie could see that her lip was split open in a similar fashion to his, with blood running down her chin. She spat blood onto the floor and looked at her brother, breathing heavily, the perverse, predatory grin still on her face. 

Without another word Ariana stripped off the ruined skirt and tossed it aside just as Frankie came forward and bodily pushed her up against the bathroom wall, her back on the wet tiles. He wasted no time in positioning his straining cock at the entrance to her cunt, and penetrated her with a single hard thrust, beginning to fuck her roughly like a wild animal.

"Ohhhhh, yeeaaaah!" Ariana moaned throatily. "Shove it in deep, Frankie, shove that fat fucker in deep! This is the only pussy you'll ever get, so make it count, you fucking queer!"

Frankie grunted as he thrust harder into her tight cunt, her words ringing in his ears as she continued a steady stream of filthy, debasing language that, if she had been recorded and the evidence leaked to the public, would have torched her career entirely and gotten her arrested for hate crimes. Not that her willing participation in rough incest itself wouldn't have done the same things, but this was another level entirely.

"Come on, faggot, harder!" Ariana was close to screaming now, and she spat in his face. She could feel him pumping into her pussy with increasing force, and she could see him getting angrier at every slur she threw at him. Her orgasm was close now and she clawed at his back and neck, feeling the waves of pleasure building. "Go balls-deep in me! Show me what kind of man you are, you little bitch!"

The two siblings were fucking violently now, with the force of Frankie's thrusts slamming Ariana's back and ass against the tiled wall. He had buried over 8 inches into her steaming twat, and he could feel his balls swelling for release, but he forced himself to hold back into his balls slapped against her cunt. 

"Fucking motherfucking fuuuuuUUUUCCCKK!" Ariana's voice rose in pitch as her climax hit and she screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, throwing her head back, her body shaking with the intensity of it. Just as she was coming down from the exquisite high of her orgasm, Frankie let out a hoarse shout and gave one final, hard push bottoming out into her cunt. The force of his thrust knocked Ariana's head against the wall hard, and she saw stars. Frankie didn't pause as he pumped a few more times until, with another shout, he started to cum inside her pussy.

Frankie was able to cum in heavy, thick loads, and the first few spurts filled his sister's womb entirely before it began leaking out around their enjoined genitals. Frankie pulled his surging cock from her filled cunt and stepped back, letting Ariana slide to the floor in a dazed heap before moving forward to stand over her body, pointing his dick at her stunned face. Thick jets of cum lanced out of his engorged cock and splattered across Ariana's pretty features, with some getting in her hair and more landing on her neck. The last few shots he managed to get on her tits, leaving large dollops on her nipples.

Though normally Frankie would have tired out and gone flaccid by now, he was surprised to see that his erection hadn't flagged in the slightest. Seeing that Ariana was still recovering and woozy from both her climax and the knock to the head, he got an idea as to how to dish the abuse she'd given him back to her in spades.

Grabbing a handful of her wet hair, Frankie dragged her half-limp body out of the shower and across the floor to the toilet. Ariana was still lightheaded from the last few minutes and she put up no resistance as Frankie put her on her hands and knees in front of the bowl, her head over the water. Getting behind her, Frankie half-crouched and parted Ariana's pert asscheeks, noting with pleasure that though her skin was wet from the shower, her asshole remained mainly dry. He readied himself.

Just as Ariana started to regain her senses, Frankie popped the swollen head of his cock past her anal ring and drove his hips forward, forcing his thick dick into his sister's dry anal passage. The sudden, painful sensation of being anally penetrated brought Ariana back the rest of the way, and her head shot up, her eyes wide. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" she screeched, somehow sounding even louder than before.

"Call me a queer?" Frankie asked, viciously thrusting his cock deeper into her ass. "Call me a fag, you spoiled little whore? Well, watch this fag do what he does best and tear your tight shithole open!" He punctuated his words by thrusting in again, getting six thick inches buried in her ass. 

"SHIT!" Ariana screamed, squirming as she tried to get away. Frankie held her hips tightly, holding her in place. "Take it out, Frankie, please! It huuuurrrrrts!"

"Yeah, and you love it, cunt!" Frankie reached underneath her bent form and found her clit with his fingers, squeezing it between his index and middle digits. "I'm juicing your cunt, Ari, and it's leaking all over my hand!" This was undeniably true, as even though the pain in Ariana's ass and clit was nearly unbearable, her cunt was throbbing and wet from arousal. 

Frankie gave another shove, getting another inch and a half into Ariana's rectum, and she screamed again. "Keep it down, bitch, or you'll scare the neighbors!" With that he shoved her head into the toilet bowl and held it there, her screams turning into loud gurgles. Frankie was putting much of his weight on her now, and she had to grab the toilet to keep from being toppled, though this left her unable to try and pull herself out from Frankie's grip. His next few thrusts were quick, sharp, and brought him closer to bottoming out in her ass, and Ariana gasped involuntarily, swallowing a lungful of toilet water in the process. 

Frankie yanked Ariana's head from the toilet bowl and she sucked in air, choking and sputtering. "I saw you swallow that nasty toilet water," he said tauntingly. "You really are a dirty bitch."

"Fu-fuck you—" was all Ariana could get out before Frankie shoved her head back into the bowl and held it there for several long minutes while he continued to plunge his cock in and out of her asshole, which was now loosened up well and looked like it would gape if he pulled out. Frankie didn't, however, and kept on roughly sodomizing his sister, feeling the snugness of her shit-chute wrapped around his shaft like a glove. It almost felt like she was jerking him off with her ass muscles, his balls now slapping against her stretched O-ring.

Ariana was thrashing her head in the bowl, trying to come up for air. Frankie held her head down for several more moments before pulling her back up. Ariana gasped for air, her hair matted to her forehead and scalp, practically covering her eyes. She looked like a complete mess, cum and toilet water running down her face. 

Ariana wasn't fighting anymore; now she was pushing back against his thrusting hips. The burning pain of her invaded ass had melted into an intense sensation of pleasure and one hand was rubbing her cunt fiercely. "Do it already," she said hoarsely. "Cum all up in my ass. Paint my shit with your cum."

That was what Frankie wanted to hear, and he pulled her up so that she was pressed against his back. From this angle both siblings could see themselves in the bathroom mirror, and it was truly an obscene sight that even most hardcore pornographers would look away from. 

"Look at us," he hissed into her ear, reaching around to grasp one of her nipples and twisting it. Ariana arched her back in response, but kept pushing back on his cock. "We're a dirty fucking pair of siblings, huh, Ari?"

"The dirtiest," Ariana panted, eyes glazing over from the mixed sensations running all over her body. "Cum in my ass, big brother. I want to feel your cock explode in me."

Reaching his climax, Frankie bit down on her neck while giving her nipple a hard twist and pull as his cock burst with its second load of cum, injecting Ariana's bowels with thick sperm. Ariana came a second later, her body quaking against his as cunt juice squirted out from between her legs and down her inner thighs.

The two stayed like this for a few minutes, fucking each other with slower, almost gentler motions as each rode out their respective orgasms. When they both came down, Frankie let Ariana's body go, and she slumped down over the toilet. Frankie withdrew his now-deflating cock from her ass, noting that it had streaks of shit all over the shaft. Ariana's asshole gaped open, a mixture of semen, shit, and bits of blood running out and down her crack. 

"Fuck," Frankie said, catching his breath. "That was one of the best fucks yet, Ari." Ariana nodded in agreement. Frankie got to his feet slowly and walked to the shower.

"What—what are you doing?" Ariana asked, regarding him with blearily bemused eyes.

"Need another shower," Frankie said, stepping under the spray of water again and reaching for the soap. "Join me if you want."

After a few moments, Ariana stood up and followed him in. "Only if you clean out the mess you made in my ass. With your tongue."

"Done," Frankie replied with a laugh. "But you're doing the same with my dick."

END



Ariana: the Beginning



Opening up her last gift, Ariana squealed in unison with her friends as she pulled out a VISA prepaid card which had been hidden inside the paws of a new purple stuffed animal--something he saw at the mall and couldn't help getting for her. She ran up to him like an ecstatic little girl again and kissed him on the cheek happily.

"Thanks, Daddy!"

He smiled brightly and watched her almost immediately return to her friends to play with her new brand new smart phone.

"Damnit, I love her."

Ariana's step dad couldn't believe how much he loved her. One more year meant that he had one less year with her, and it made his heart twinge to think that this was indeed his last year with her. Every part of him was anguished at this thought, but in the back of his mind was one tiny glimmer of hope that kept his heart beating--albeit pure fantasy. Secretly he hoped that she might choose to stay with him when she was old enough to decide--but he knew he would not allow it. She deserves to be free, like other girls his age. He sat there deep in thought with his laptop on his lap as giggles broke his train of thought.

The girls all ran to the kitchen to grab some snacks, and then off to his daughters' room. He smiled to himself when he heard the radio switch on and excited teenage babble coming down the hall.

"I still have time," he thought.

Doing his best to not think about the five teenage girls in their pajamas in the room next to him--he decided to take a short walk to clear himself.

Coming back from an eternally long walk--he couldn't help his curiosity and thought he might just peek in on them. Coming inside, he made his way down the hallway; so curious to know what they were doing, he completely forgot to knock and got quite the eye-full for his thoughtlessness!

His sweet little daughter was tonguing her best friend on her bed, with her hands cupped around the friends' breasts.

"What the hell?!"

Ariana's body had never moved so fast as it did at the sound of her Daddy's voice.

"Daddy!"

All the girls filed out of the bedroom faster than running water as he stood there divided as to what to do here. Shutting the door behind him, he told her friends to call and come get picked up.

"Baby--"

His voice cracked at the incredible hard on he had from that visual--but he was her Dad, and those girls were not his, after all. He'd have to handle this tenderly.

"Daddy she just wanted to know how to kiss! We're all girls!"

"You're not supposed to KNOW how to kiss! That's our secret, remember?" He could see her eyes darken when she realized what she'd done.

"Well, they know I'm adopted they probably just think I learned it in foster care. I did, you know."

"In any case, baby girl--I have to send them home now."

Tears welled up in her eyes and he hated this so much. He supervised the safe return of all of her friends, before returning to her room where she sat there, sulking.

"What are the boys at school going to think when they hear about this? You know they're going to want you to show them, too!"

"Daddy I made them swear--they're not telling anyone!"

"Hmm.. Do I trust five teenage girls to keep a secret like that? No, I don't baby girl. Should you?"

Ariana's stomach turned as she realized he was right. Tears welled up in her eyes and her head nodded down to the side in humiliation.

Sitting on the bed beside her, Daddy wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Aw baby, I love you. You can still have a good birthday!"

He always had a way to cheer her up and just having his hands shake her a bit while his voice tried to appease her, automatically made her feel better. She half smiled at her daddy, and pushed her legs together in embarrassment at the scene he'd just caught her in.

"Yeah! Let's watch a movie--and then go get ice cream, okay sweetheart?" 

Her mood lightened but she wasn't satisfied. She knew what she really wanted for her birthday.

Reading her like a book, he halted in half consonant before he went ahead and asked,

"Do ya want to spend the night in my bed with me tonight?"

Immediately her face shot up to him and he knew that's what she was holding out for. It was her birthday, after all. How could she resist? His fingers began tickling her slightly at her armpit and his other hand started poking her side.

Immediately she started giggling and thrashing slightly before she returned the favor, her fingers easily locating his ticklish spots and he stood up quickly to avoid embarrassment. Still, she tickled him as he stood up and giggled.

"Well, grab a blanket and some pillows. We'll order pay per view tonight!"

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Halfway through the movie they'd picked to watch--Ariana's daddy left the room and came back with something in his pocket. It was her true birthday present.

Cuddled up together on the couch, he handed her a jewelry box. Her eyes lit up like stars and he just smiled at her while she unwrapped its' satin bow.

"Oh, Daddy. What did you do?"

Her gaze couldn't break from the necklace he'd given her as she pulled it out of its' box. Her fingers delicately scanned the chain of her white gold chain and necklace. At the end, dangling in front of her beautiful face was an elephant pendant. He watched in contentment as her eyes sparkled pure delight. In the center was a gemstone in the shape of a heart, an amethyst.

"Daddy!"

Her body spun around towards him and hugged him thoroughly as her eyes were continuously enthralled by her present--tearing up after a few minutes.

"Elephants mean.." Her voice was reminiscent and overly emotional now as she calmed herself.

"--Happiness. I know, I remember baby."

Tears welled up in her eyes as Ariana remembered her mom telling her this on a regular basis before life so cruelly took her from both of them.

"I love it."

A great sense of relief rushed over her Daddy. He wasn't sure if it would upset her or not, but he wanted to give her a present that meant something nonetheless.

Their embrace brought them both back to the first moments they had had together as more than father and daughter. The were enthralled in each others' arms like this, feelings flooding their bodies. It all started one dismal night as he tried to comfort Ariana at the loss of the only mother she'd ever known: his wife. Hours passed just talking, and he got caught off guard by his own emotions and somehow the conversation switched to how Ariana's mother was as a wife. 

It was a little over a year after her death--when he suddenly felt his daughters' lips on his.

His entire body was frozen and electric at that moment--his mind screamed at him, and he just brushed her off as a girl in turmoil--nobly holding her at a slight distance from his lips the rest of the night.

It wasn't until a few days later that he knew she wasn't just having a phase. She tried to kiss him goodbye for school--on the lips. After that, she began to purposefully tempt him with her hot little body and now that he was thinking about her that way, it was working.

"Daddy, I want you."

He woke up one night to her lips at his ear lobe whispering softly. Her eyes were as wide as a doe's, and he could tell she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. 

"Ariana! Go to bed."

"No Daddy."

Something inside of him switched at these two words and her obstinsnce. He was awe-struck at the scene which had ended itself up in his bed. For a minute, he thought he was dreaming until he realized her hand was on his stomach.

"Please Daddy? I want you.."

"I can't. You need to go to bed right now."

His breaths were quick, his entire body rigid at what she had done to him.

"I'd rather stay here with you, Daddy."

Arianas' sweet little girl facade fell away almost instantly. He could see the virility in her eyes and saw her for who she truly was.

Her hand on his belly button twitched into action and began scratching his skin softly down towards his crotch through the sheet.

"What are you doing, baby?!"

"I want to be here in your bed with you like this. Some boys took me at the foster home, it's all right. Now I want to be yours. I need you, I'm all alone.."

His heart broke in an instant for her, and he saw her for the first time in her entire life--as a young lady, not his little girl. How long had she been like this, holding this secret? He got up and led her back to her room, no words available as he returned to bed. Thankfully she stayed in her room that night..

His entire world shifted on its' axis that instant, and it was only inevitable that he'd give in to her eventually if he couldn't get her to stop her thoughts, which is exactly what he tried to do. He had hopes that she'd give up testing him after awhile, but she didn't give up. She'd do little things whenever he was around her, and when he wouldn't reciprocate after awhile she began having min-tantrums. But she never gave up.

Until one night. That one night was all it took to pull him into her world inescapably. His declines began to make her more and more desperate, then angry. Soon she started pulling into herself--never leaving her room, or hanging out with her friends like usual. She didn't eat unless he made her, and declined to do her homework despite her excellent grade point average.

He'd walk by her room just to hear her softly crying almost every night, and he wanted nothing more than to just go cuddle up with her, like he used to. But he wasn't her Daddy, he reminded himself. And she wasn't his innocent baby girl anymore, either. If she ever was? Things will never be the same, he thought to himself. He could let her go on like this, so damn unhappy-- or he could give in to what they both wanted..

Frozen in the hallway one night, his mind went on and on like this as he stood there terribly divided as to what to do.

Then her door opened and the light engulfed her toned figure as she rubbed her eyes and was obviously heading to the bathroom to blow her tear stained nose.

"Daddy?"

"Hiya, baby girl. I'm just worried about you, I don't know what to do with you."

His eyes looked her sports figure up and down and he tried desperately not to look at her pink little panties. Her tone hardened as she remembered that she was mad at him,

"Yeah well, I told you what you should do with me but you don't care obviously, so."

"How could you say that!? Of course I care about you!"

His entire being hurt at this new Ariana--the warmth in her eyes being replaced by bitterness when she looked at him.

"No you don't! If you gave a shit you wouldn't let me lie in bed alone every night crying for mom or you!" 

Ariana's juvenile fist banged the wall beside her, something he hadn't seen his little girl do since they got her out of that delinquent hellhole Brookhaven.

"I'm so alone--she left me all alone! And now so have you!"

The pent up emotions had a direct effect on her body as her legs seemed to be giving way beneath her. She tried as best she could not to fall to her knees in abject tears, but it happened anyways.

" I've always had to be alone--I'm sick of it! I hate this! I hate life, I hate it here, I hate you! I want to run away and never come back. And you better believe I will as soon as I find somewhere to go."

She stared at him with pure rage in her eyes, but it wasn't angry rage it was introverted pain. Her once sparkling eyes looked almost completely dead again just as they had found her years ago.

His body felt like it got hit by a semi-truck and his entire being flinched at her words, soaking up their meaning. He stood there looking at the vehement sadness which had overcome his precious little daughters' face and without thinking, he grabbed her arm as she stood and turned to go back into her room. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, or letting her fall back into that darkness..

Ariana's entire body halted its' step at his touch, and she turned her blonde head back towards him with fire in her eyes.

"You can't stop me!"

"I don't want to stop you, baby. Just, come here."

He had to pull her stiff body into his hug as he leaned down on one knee so that his eyes were slightly below her now. She pushed away from him, disgusted that he was showing her love when she was so mad at him--but something about how he was holding her made her think.

His eyes looked into hers before his lips met her trembling ones without warning. For a moment she had no idea what was happening, before she realized that what she wanted was being given to her. Ariana's entire body relaxed in an instant into his strong embrace.

All of the pain that was welled up inside of her burst out of her like a spring at his touch, and finally she had someone who would share life with her. Finally she wasn't alone, she had him as she wanted him, and tears of happiness started rolling down her cheeks. She quite skillfully (for her age) began kissing him back softly, yet feverishly as her arms grabbed his neck and wouldn't let go. They just stood there together, lips locked until they stopped moving their mouths and stared at one other with heavy breaths.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Her daddy really did ask silly questions, she thought to herself before answering him with a her tongue on his and a sly smirk on her face.

"Yes. More than anything, Daddy."

He picked her up--standing on his feet as he carried her straddling him down the hallway back into her room. She spoke to him as he carried her,

"Yes, Daddy please!"

Back in her bed now, her Daddy could tell that she was relieved to be in his arms once again.She lay in his arms all night crying silently. He made her so happy, she couldn't tell whether to cry about all the shit that she'd had to keep balled up inside of her, or to cry out of happy relief that she was no longer alone in that knowledge. She held onto him for dear life, trying to convince herself that she wasn't just dreaming before the dawn broke her window. She finally fell asleep, and he let her sleep as much as she wanted.

When she woke up, she realized she'd missed the entire school day just laying there with him cuddled up on her. He dared not leave her alone, for fear of a repeat tantrum--he knew her mind was tender right now and he just wanted to comfort her in every way he could.

Her soft breathing all day intertwined with his thoughts of her while she slept. Her Daddy's hands remained gentleman-like, as he thought about what it would be like to have her like this. "It's wrong!"

His inner voice was vehement on the subject but his heart over-rode his mind. She needs him! And what did the implications of their actions meant? He couldn't let her go down that road she was going, could he have? She probably would've ended up on the street with the 'lost boys' either on drugs, or worse. He thought about having to give her up back to foster-care if he couldn't handle her anymore, and that just made him sick. He knew she was the type who wouldn't stay where she didn't want to be, anyways. He can't do that to her! Not to mention he was lonely too, after all.

When she woke up, her glassy eyes sparkled a new calmness and she was absolutely content in her facial features. She kissed him and held his face in her hands, before she decided to say it,

"I love you."

Her eyes probed his face, a look of fear in her eyes at his response.

"Well, I love you too baby girl."

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As the credits from their pay per view movie of her choice started rolling, she rolled her tight little body on top of her Daddy--who was lounging on his back, watching the credits right beside her. They were stretched out on blankets laid out on the floor like a small camp--right in the middle of the living room like they always did.

She could feel her hips and where they were compared to his evident center point and she adjusted herself accordingly before laying down on her arms.

"Do you have any more birthday presents for me, Daddy?"

Immediately he knew what she meant. He'd known her long enough now to know where her mind was going with that!

"Hmm.. maybe. But you've been a very naughty girl, lately."

Winking at her, his hand smacked her bubble butt and her hips ground into his as her arms rested folded on his chest beneath her chin--her hot breasts exposed at the sides of her tank.

"I gave you a birthday present, remember Daddy?"

Her right eye winked and he couldn't help it--he wanted her so bad right now. His cock immediately responded to her.

As if she knew what to do automatically, she sat herself upright on top of his hips--with her little pajama shorts grinding him with her pussy while she started to tell him what she did for him on his birthday.

"Oh. My. God. Baby."

With each word that she coaxed out of him, she ground him as hard as she could, knowing that he was going to crack.

Immediately he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her around onto her back--turning the tables on her as he ripped her shorts right off. Then her scandalously tight tank top went flying off, too, leaving her white under wire bra for his entertainment as he took that off, too. Her borderline C to D breasts lay exposed only inches from his lips as he stared at them, her skin was so soft and light that he couldn't stop watching her; seemingly frozen. Then he felt her hips squirm between his legs. He had her small thighs straddling one of his knees which he had worked its' way in between them quite successfully.

"Daddy!"

Her voice was happy and content when she felt the wet skin between her legs, not just wet boxers. He'd taken himself out of them and was now teasing her little puss with the tip of his magnificently hard cock.

His dick was practically sucked into her from the liquid cream she had accumulated just for him, right into her tight little pussy. He groaned contently as he helped himself into her. A highly content groan escaped his mouth, but when she didn't squeak for him at the very point of his touch--he knew she must really want him. He knew his babygirl intimately and what she needed, when she needed it.

She was excited but she wanted something else. Not knowing what, Ariana just enjoyed the feeling of his cock entering her and he decided he was going to make her squeak for him.

Ramming his cock into her halfway, he woke her up and with it a fiery passion that she could no longer contain--leading her to believe that her sweet Daddy knew exactly what she wanted.

Her breaths were quickening and acute as he continued ramming his sweet little girl in between strokes, pulling out completely just to push himself inside deeper.

"Daddy!"

His cock pounded her without stopping and he was all the way inside of her now. Her legs were expertly spread around his big hips and out as wide as she could open them. He got unbelievably hot and sweaty, deciding to take a moment to show his little girl something new. Without warning he slid out of her, barely able to contain himself as he grabbed the tv remote and turned on a dvd in the player. 

He began to watch her face as she recognizes porn when she sees it. Pulling her parallel to the television so that she could see better, he watched her pretty eyes as he watched desire creep onto his little girls' face. 

Before she knew it, her Daddy had slid himself back inside of her and her face stayed frozen on the screen. After a minute of watching some sex scene start, he felt her start to hump him back with new vigor--using her hands to push herself into him as her pussy bobbed back and forth on his throbbing shaft.

"Oh yeah. My naughty little girl likes this doesn't she?"

Between the sounds of the woman getting slammed on the television--or Ariana's sweet moans, he had quite a stiff cock to ram her with and ram her, he did. Looking down on her sweet face she was biting her lip watching some guy fuck two girls at once, while her fingers subconsciously scratched into her Daddy's chest.