2 comments/ 55509 views/ 19 favorites KARMA - Squatters By: penbeatsword This fiction series was inspired (and requested by) a wonderful, caring friend of mine. She has read my other writing and asked me to write out some fantasies she has. NOTE: they sometimes involve, among other things, rape, BDSM, interracial, anal, oral, bisexuality, and incest. My writing them out for her has allowed her to safely "experience" some of her desires without actually being raped, etc. I personally do not condone rape, and if I could do so, would exact some pretty horrific things on those who choose to rape others. I respect her right to her fantasies and do not judge her, nor anyone for hers (or for theirs). I wrote these stories to support her, as she has been there for me during some pretty rough patches in my life. If any of the aforementioned things are problematic for you, I respect that and recommend you do not continue reading this story. If you are under 18 or are reading this in a jurisdiction that legally does not allow such material to be viewed or read, do not continue and go to another website. As I mentioned, the stories in this series are fiction. The characters' responses to what happens to them are not what most would consider realistic. While they may be inspired by the ideas of others, none of the details and characters ever actually existed or experienced what occurs to them in these stories. This series is about the activities of a former special forces soldier who came upon an enormous amount of cash well hidden during a covert operation during which most of his team was killed. After the Op and while on a two week leave, he and his two remaining team members returned to retrieve the money. They divided it in three, making a pact to never mention it to anyone. He walked away with over $80 million. He wisely did his research and hid the money in various offshore untraceable accounts and other investments and ventures. He finished his tour of duty, received an honorable discharge, and "disappeared". Having witnessed many horrible things happen to good, undeserving people, and seeing how sometimes a simple offering or gift from a stranger can turn someone's life around, he decided to help those much less fortunate than himself. He would travel, finding people in unfortunate circumstances and do something to turn their lives around. He would do so anonymously, treating each case like a covert ops mission. Those involved could be ordinary people or those with celebrity status. The key would be that these people did not have normal recourse to their problems and would not know of his plans. In order to remain anonymous, he hired some scientists to do some clandestine research. They developed a way to genetically modify his cellular nuclear material so that he could not be tracked or identified by DNA. He had his fingerprints removed with a laser. He had numerous false identities and histories created. But from this point on, to those whose lives he changed, he would be known only as KARMA.... These stories are told from his point of view. KARMA - SQUATTERS Waiting in line at local coffee shop in Portland, Oregon, I listened to a story this young woman was telling her friend. Turns out she was a freshman in college, away from home in Queens, NY, on full financial aid. Her parents were recently killed in a car accident, leaving her the lease on their loft apartment, which had about 3 months left. Two so-called friends, who were sisters, were kicked out of their own apartment and needed someplace to stay. Being a nice person and thinking these two were her friends, she let them stay there until the lease ended. As it turns out, these two sisters were not such great friends after all. They refused to move out when the lease ended and are fighting their "eviction" on grounds that they have squatters rights having stayed there for a few months. Apparently, they also did a pretty good job of trashing the apartment (holes in the walls, clutter, broke the refrigerator, etc.). This poor young student had barely a cent to her name, her parents did not have any money or assets to leave her, and now as the default tenant was responsible for the damage her two ex-friends have done, legal costs to the landlord (who while nice was being forced to sue her to get them removed), and estimated rent for the past six months of them occupying the space. She of course had nothing, no other family to help out, no money, and she was stuck with a huge financial and legal nightmare, one that could ruin so many opportunities for her in the future. I had heard enough. When bad things happen to good people, that pisses me off. Time for a random act of kindness. I set up surveillance on her for a few days and discovered she was as smart as she was benevolent. I hacked into the university's computer system and discovered she was on a full scholarship for academic achievement and in a pre-med program. Her grades were nothing less than an A minus. Based on her college application essay and commentary from her professors, she has a promising future as a doctor and cancer researcher. I prepared a trust fund in her name and created a paper trail so it would appear her parents had been secretly saving for her. It would cover her living expenses and future med school costs. She would learn about this next year, long after any association to my work would possibly be considered. I was able to track down the location of the apartment, the landlord and learned all I could about him and these two ex-friends of hers. The landlord was easy. A fairly nice older guy. Volunteered tutoring homeless kids at the local shelter for women & children. Disabled, in a wheelchair, and survived off of his meager social security disability and two rental apartments in the building he too inherited from his family. I knew he'd also be out on the street very soon unless he could count on rental income from that apartment. He too needed some relief. I set aside some money to cover the lost rental income and repairs to the apartment. He'd receive a gift from an anonymous "pay it forward" philanthropist soon. So now it was the girls. They seemed nice enough on the surface, but after surveilling them for a few days, I learned they were like Dr. Jeckl & Mr. Hyde. Smile in your face, all loving, and then stab you in the back when you turned around. They were the type to take advantage of any situation that could benefit them, no matter what the collateral damage would be to others. Both sisters were Latina, daughters of Mexican immigrants. Needless to say, they did not live up to their parents' expectations. They had moved out east a few years ago. They got to know this young freshman when she worked the counter at their favorite cafe and saw her as an easy target of future opportunity. This woman wasn't the first with whom they had pulled this scam. Apparently, she was one of a string of others who received the same treatment. Sonia was the older one, 25 years old. She was a lesbian. Shorter, around 5 foot 2, she had a few extra pounds but she wore it very well and it didn't look bad on her. Generous sized tits and a plump ass and hips. Shoulder length straight black hair and a dark olive complexion. Sonia was an aspiring actor. Went through girlfriends on a regular basis, using them up for what she could get them to pay for and then dumping them when she felt they were a pain in the ass. Melodramatic artist. Her younger sister, Yasmin, had just turned 21. She fancied herself a socialite, a supermodel, or at least an aspiring one. She couldn't bring herself to work, choosing instead to live off the gifts of a few select older sugar daddy businessman who liked having a young exotic looking lady on his arm. Melodramatic as well. Unlike her sister, she was taller, about 5 foot 7. Slender with C-cup tits, a narrow waist. Shelf-like ass but less in the hips department than her sister. Long straight hair and a flawless mocha complexion. And an attitude to go with it. She wouldn't give most people the time of day, unless they had something that could benefit her. The only thing that held any importance to these two (other than themselves) was each other. For two who were so selfish, it was ironic how close they were. I considered all the options of how to persuade them to leave. After watching them for a week, these two would not leave with a simple persuading, or a guilt trip laid on them. They needed a reason to leave. One that would make them want to get as far away from that apartment as possible. I began planning. They used the apartment primarily as a crash pad and a place to store their stuff. I never saw them bring anyone home. It was their secret, as they spoke to others of living in a luxury condo downtown overlooking the harbor. Getting in and out of the apartment without being noticed would be easy. The building was solid, heavy walls & few windows. It was converted from a small warehouse for storing valuables to a number of lofts. The landlord lived in the front on the ground floor. The apartment with the women was in the back on the 3rd floor. With all of the concrete and heavy construction, it was as soundproof as it gets. All the better for what I had in mind. I gained entry into the apartment after they had left to go out partying. I wore a baklava mask and dark jumpsuit to obscure my identity. My genetic modifications meant that I would leave nothing that could be used for DNA samples. I set up cameras and microphones to capture everything. Yasmin wasn't feeling too well, so I figured she might be coming home first. I was right. She stumbled in the apartment, somewhat inebriated, complaining about her "fucking headache." Rather than "suffer" through the blinding light in the hallway, she left it off, locked the door, and felt her way down the hall. I waited in the dark until she passed the first bedroom and then snuck up behind her. I wrapped one hand around her mouth, covering it with a rag soaked with chloroform, the other around her midsection, pinning her arms to her sides. She inhaled sharply in surprise, attempted to shriek and struggle, and after a few moments succumb to the fumes and passed out. I picked her up and carried her into the living room. I laid her on the couch and took out a knife. With a few slices, I deftly cut the expensive dress from her body, also removing her pushup bra (not that she needed it) and her thong. She was shaved bare, with a slightly puffy pussy. I would have fun with that later. I stuffed her thong in her mouth and used the straps cut from her bra to secure it in place. I bound her arms behind her, securing her wrists to her elbows. This had the effect of causing her chest to thrust forward slightly. Nice. I picked her up and sat her on an ottoman that was nothing more than a short heavy padded chair with legs but no back. I tied her ankles to the ottoman legs and a rope from her knees to her wrists, forcing her legs to spread apart and exposing that beautiful pussy. Her labia spread slightly, enough so her clit could be visible under its hood. I couldn't resist and knelt down in front of her. I gave her clit a few swipes with my tongue, then flicked it back and forth a few times. Her head was hanging low on her chest, still out of it. However, my actions elicited a few moans from her. I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and giving it a little twist. The slight moan increased to a louder muffled groan. Her eyes fluttered open, trying to figure out what was going on. She lifted her head and her eyes went wide when she saw me. She tried to scream through her gag and struggled to move but the gag was too well secure and the ottoman too heavy to budge. My knots were too well tied for her to pull through them. Her breasts heaved as she panted, the look of fear in her eyes. I stood up in front of her, her eyes following me. "I've been watching you for some time now. You and your sister," I said. "The three of us are going to have a little fun. Well, at least one of us will." "Mmmghghmmgh," she tried to speak through her gag and struggled again in vain. "And depending on how well things go tonight, I just might come back for some more." I walked around her, looking at her lithe body as her futile efforts to free herself subsided. She hung her head low. I sat behind her on the ottoman and slid up so my chest was against her back. My crotch nestled against her ass, which in the position she was tied was thrust back. She stiffened up. I ran my hands along her upper legs, across her stomach and up over her breasts. They stood proudly on her chest with no sag, and I cupped them, squeezing them lightly. God, they felt heavenly. They were firm, with small nipples. I took them between my thumb and forefingers and rolled them, pinching them lightly. Yasmin tried to resist responding but I detected a little shudder and the little buds stiffened slightly. Her nipples were sensitive, but my efforts were not enough to overcome her fear and disgust at what she was experiencing. I reached into a small toolbag I had placed beside the ottoman and pulled out a vibrator. I turned it on and traced her labia with it. She stiffened up again and shook her head no. I slid it over her clit and she shuddered. I rolled it over her clit a few times, then lowered it down her slit. I pressed the tip against the opening, but she was still dry, while I held her tightly against me, one hand still cupping her breast. I whispered in her ear, "It would go in a lot easier, and probably less painful, if it was lubricated with something." I put down the vibe and loosened the bra strap, removing the thong. "Let me go, you fucking piece of shit!" she screamed at me. "Now, now," I said calmly. "This isn't the way to speak to a guest." "Go to hell, Maricon! Puta! Pendejo! Aieeeeeeee!!!!!" She shrieked as the hand cupping her breast squeezed tightly and twisted her nipple painfully hard. My other hand came up and grabbed her by the throat. I squeezed, not enough to damage her but enough to prevent her from yelling. "Now, we can do this my way, or the hard way. Actually, both are my way as you can't do anything about it, but one will be a lot easier for you. Now, which is it going to be?" I let go of her neck and she started screaming for help. I let her do so for a few moments until she started to tire. My hand closed around her throat once again, this time squeezing enough that she couldn't breath or speak. Panic filled her eyes and that perfect mocha complexion started to turn reddish purple. "As you know, this apartment is basically soundproof. No one is going to hear you. So you can keep screaming all you want, which will give me a headache and you a sore throat and you'll end up gagged again. Or you can behave and do as you're told. What's it going to be?" I released my hand and she coughed, panting to catch her breath. "F...f...fine." she said. I picked up the vibrator and pressed it to her lips. "Good. Now, you know where this is going. Do you want to make it go in easier?" She nodded slowly and then opened her mouth. At first I started to push it in, but then stopped, curious to see what she would do. She let it slide past her lips, leaning forward to take more of it in. She moved her head back and forth, letting it slide in and out. I started to get hard as she closed her eyes and slid her tongue over it as well. She pressed her head forward and slid it in deep. I could feel it against the back of her throat. She adjusted her neck slightly and I felt her throat give way as she took it in all the way to my fingers. She deep throated it in and out a few times and then pulled back. The vibrator glistened and dripped with her saliva. "Damn, you have some skills, that's for sure." I moved the fake penis down to her crotch. I turned it on and slid the tip back and forth between her labia, brushing up against her clit several times. For a moment, I pressed and held it against the little nub, just to feel her tremble. I then pushed it through the opening into her vagina. She was starting to moisten a bit, and after moving it back and forth a few times, I had it all the way in. I started fucking her with the motorized cock. I slid my other hand from her tit down to her pussy and started gently rubbing her clit in circles. She began moving, gyrating a little. "No...no...please don't," she moaned. "Why, are you turned on?" I asked. I angled the vibrator up so it would brush over her G-spot. "Uhhh...oh...no...no... not there....don't...." I kept up my efforts, running my tongue along the back of her neck and ear. Her head started to lay back against my shoulder. "Uhh...mmmm....nngh... uhh...don't.... please...ohhhh... stop it...stop... please...por...favor... don't...wanna.... ohhh....mmmm." She thrust her hips as best she could against her restraints. At first, she tried to get away but her efforts actually pushed her body against me or my hands. I know she could feel my hard cock through the jumpsuit against her ass, teasing her asshole. She hated the situation she was in, not being in control, being forced to submit to her body's responses. "No...no...I can't ...can't... make... me... nnnnnnghnnnuuuuuuUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" she cried as she came, convulsing against the ropes and my body. I kept up the efforts for a few moments, just past the point where the pleasure was bearable for her. She tried to tell me to stop but she couldn't get the words out. I withdrew the vibrator and shut it off. I ran it over her tits and mouth, her juices coating her nipples and full lips. She started to recover from her orgasm, and the attitude came right back with it. "You fucking prick! Fuck you for making me do that!" "Making you? Your body betrays you, my dear. You seemed to enjoy it more than I did." "Blow me, you piece of shit!" she spat at me. I got up and walked in front of her. "Hmm.... I have a better idea. Why don't YOU blow ME instead?" The anger burned in her eyes. "That's the last thing I would do, asshole!" "Tell you what. You have a choice. Either you can suck me off, or I'll get your sister to do it for you. In fact, I know your sister's a lesbian. Has she ever fucked a guy? Or maybe tonight should be her first time...." The fire raged hotter. "Don't you dare!" "Really? Don't you know it's "every guy's fantasy" to have sex with a lesbian? Especially one as attractive as your sister." "Don't do it. Don't touch her, please!" "Do you have a better offer?" With evil in her eyes, she relented. "Fine, I'll blow you. Then just leave us alone." "Not good enough." "Okay, okay. You can fuck me too. Just not in the ass. That's off limits." I stared at her for a few moments, letting her think about what she was offering, making her worry about whether or not I would accept it. Of course I was going to. "If you're as good as I think you are, it's a deal. Just remember, fuck with me, bite me, or do anything I don't like, I'll use this. On both of you." I pulled out an 8" long combat knife and ran the blunt edge along her breasts. Her eyes widened in fear. "Fine," she said, reluctantly. "Let's just get this over with." "First, beg." "What? No, you're crazy!" I turned the blade and rested it against her nipple so she could feel how sharp it was without cutting her. She winced. I removed the knife and placed it out of sight of the cameras but close at hand. "Beg" She paused for a moment, but then looked up into my eyes, acting it up. "Please, let me suck your cock." I remained silent, looking down at her. The look in her eyes changed as she pretended to really want it. She pleaded. "Please, put it in my mouth. I want to suck you. I want to feel you in my throat. I want to taste your cum. I'll swallow you. I need it. Please...pleeeease...." KARMA - Squatters Good enough. Anyone who saw the video would swear she was dead-on serious. I unzipped the crotch of my jumpsuit and pulled out my semi-hard cock. I moved closer to her face and pressed the head against her lips. She opened her mouth and dipped her head down, taking me in. Her tongue teased the underside of my dick as it slid towards the back of her throat. I groaned at the sensation. She pulled back with suction until the mushroom head was by her teeth. She pressed her head forward and I felt the back of her throat, then it gave way as she took me all the way down until her nose was against my crotch. I groaned at the sensation. She then started moving back and forth, and it felt amazing. I took her head in my hands and began thrusting in and out of the warm tunnel. When she bottomed out, her tongue would snake around towards my taint. I thrust harder and harder, as if I was inside her pussy. I knew I wouldn't last long. I slammed her head down into my crotch and held it there for a few moments as she struggled to breath. I controlled myself and ejaculated a bit into her throat, restraining myself so I could finish in her pussy. I pulled out of her mouth, a string of cum following. I know she could feel me as I came in her throat and could now taste my juices as it slid out over her tongue. She gasped and panted, trying to catch her breath. Before she could have a chance to say anything, I removed the loop that tied her knees to her wrists and laid her back on the ottoman, ankles still tied to the legs and arms still restrained behind her back. I kneeled down in between her legs and placed my still hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. I thrust forward and easily penetrated her as she was still wet from cumming earlier and her saliva coated my cock. It was a warm, delicious sheath. I settled in and started thrusting, causing her breasts to bounce on her chest. I cupped them in my hands, marveling once more at their perfection. By this point, she figured to herself that the sooner she got me to cum and the harder I did, the more likely (in her mind) that I would leave. So she started putting on an act for me. "Yes...yes...fuck me ...do me..." "You like this, do you?" "Si...si...I like it. You feel so big inside me, senor.... Ay, me gusta!" She started to move with me, encouraging my thrusts. I knew it was an act, but I let her continue as it was turning me on regardless. "You like it when someone takes control, don't you?" "Yes...fuck me... I like it... I want it... take me...use me..." "You use people all the time to get what you want, don't you?" "Yes...yessss... I'm a whore...I'm a puta... I'll be yours... oh....oh... you're gonna make me cum!" I knew it was a lie, but I figured I'd see if I could actually get her turned on. I picked up the vibrator again and put it between us, pinning it to her clit with my pelvis as I laid on top of her. She yelped when she felt it, and I could feel her respond a little differently, move a little more and try to keep the vibrator locked onto her clit. Her breathing deepened and her words became more unintelligible. "Yes...ye.... mmm...uhhnnn... f...f-f-uuhhhh ...uck.... m-m-meee....ay... ay.....mmmhngh!" It started to become easier to slide inside her as she started making her own juices. The combination of how amazing she felt and the fact that she was getting stimulated brought me close to the edge. I started thrusting harder, practically moving the ottoman across the floor. I could tell she was close to cumming. The vibrations from the hard device between us resonated down my cock through my prostate and I exploded, shooting jets of cum against her cervix. I collapsed on top of her, spent. "No...nooooooo," she moaned, "so close...so close." I pulled out and sat back. She struggled with her arms restrained to sit up as my cum oozed at her labia. "You...you BASTARD!" she cried. "What, a little turned on, were we?" "Go fuck yourself. You think I actually liked what you did to me?!" I pressed the vibrator against her clit again and she shuddered and groaned. She whined when I stopped and put it back in the bag. "Yep, I think you liked it." She let loose a string of expletives in Spanish. Her voice got higher and shrill. I took her thong and shoved it back in her mouth. She tried to resist to no avail as I resecured it with the bra strap. I then tied her knees back to her wrists, keeping her legs wide open and chest thrust forward. "Now we wait for your sister to come home. And then it's time for act two." "MMMGHHHHNN... NNNNGHMMMNHHHGGGHGHH!!!" I could tell she was pissed. I started preparing for the next activity. I moved a futon mattress into the middle of the living room floor in front of Yasmin and the ottoman. Before long, I heard a key in the door. I picked up the knife, showing it to Yasmin and put a finger to my lips, indicating she should be quiet. She glared at me and nodded her head in agreement. I shut off the lights. Sonia came through the door and locked it. She turned on the hall lights and went straight into the bathroom. I waited while she took a shower. I looked through her wardrobe. For the most part, she had a fairly bohemian but fashionable style. I was intrigued to discover a drawer in her dresser with a studded dog collar, some restraints, various strap-ons, and some floggers. I also found some pictures of her in some very compromising positions, tied up, being whipped, sucking on a strap-on, even a couple of her licking her girlfriend's ass and being fucked in the ass on all fours, dog collar around her neck and a leash held by one of her girlfriends who was pounding her from behind. That gave me some ideas. The water in the shower turned off. I got into position. Sonia dried off and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She walked into the living room, drying her hair when she saw her sister, tied up, gagged, naked, eyes pleading for help. She gasped and I came up behind her, covering her mouth with a chloroform rag and and taking her face down onto the futon. She struggled for a moment and then went limp as the chloroform put her to sleep. I pulled the towel off and tied her wrists to her elbows behind her, just like her sister. I bound her ankles together so she'd have some flexibility without being able to resist or get very far. I sat back and waited. After a short period of time, she began to wake up. I got up and once again sat behind Yasmin and began feeling her breasts from behind. Yasmin seethed as I played with her nipples, getting them hard. Groggily, Sonia came to, confused, trying to figure out what was going on. She feebly struggled against the restraints and then managed to turn and get into a kneeling position. Her breasts sagged a little for their 38DD size but still looked amazing. As she began to focus on what was happening, she saw me. Her eyes lit up in surprise, then shock, then anger. "What the fuck! What the fuck is going on? Yasmin, is he one of your 'dates'? Whoever you are, you better untie us you sick fuck. I'm gonna kill you!" "Not likely," I said. "No one's doing any killing, that is as long as we all cooperate. As you can see, Yasmin and I have already had a little fun." Sonia followed my fingers down to her sister's pussy. Her lips glistened with my cum as I played with her clit, causing Yasmin to squirm. "Stop touching her, you prick!" I ignored her. "Now that you're here, we can have some family fun. Here are the ground rules. I am in control here, not you. Although from those pictures I found in your dresser, I think you like it when others are in control." "You fucking asshole!" she screamed. "Let us go!" "As I explained to your sister, your apartment is soundproof. No one's going to hear you. so make as much noise as you want. Eventually you'll get tired and it will only prolong things anyway, so I suggest you shut up and follow directions." "Fuck you." "Don't worry, Sonia, you will." Her eyes glared as I said that. "If you cooperate, I won't need to use this on your sister here." I picked up the knife and lazily drew the tip across Yasmin's cheek, who finally held still. Sonia cried, "don't you dare hurt her! How the hell do you know who we are?" "I've been watching you two for some time now. I know all about you two. I don't want to use this, but I have no problem doing so." I put a little pressure on the blade. Not enough to draw blood but enough to draw a muffled scream from Yasmin. Sonia's eyes went wide, perhaps for the first time with fear. "Stop! Stop!" she cried. "Okay, okay. You win. What do you want?" I just want to have a little fun. Just the three of us. I've had the pleasure of your sister here. Now it's your turn." Yasmin struggled against her restraints and tried unsuccessfully to voice her protest through her gag. Sonia's fear turned back to anger. "No way. I don't do men." "Well, you will today." "The hell I will!" "Okay, should I take it out on Yasmin here, instead?" I moved the knife to her breast and drew a tiny, superficial line of blood near her collarbone. Yasmin's eyes widened in fear and I saw a tear form at the corner of her eye. Sonia saw it too. "Stop! Fine, just leave her alone. Don't hurt her anymore." "Good choice," I said. I put the knife away and stood up. I took off the jumpsuit and walked over to Sonia. I pulled another ottoman over and sat on in in front of her, making sure Yasmin could see everything. "Come here and get up on your knees." Reluctantly, Sonia got to her knees and shuffled over to me. I spread my legs apart. "Closer." She shuffled forward until her shoulders touched my knees. "As I told you sister, how well you perform will dictate what happens next. I saw from your photos that you know how to suck cock. At least a fake one. Let's see how you do with a real one. Have you ever given a real blow job?" "Once," she scowled. "I hated it." "Well," I said, "you seemed to like giving head to your girlfriend's strap on. Let's see how you do on me." She gave me the evil eye and paused, looking at my hardening penis. Slowly, she bent forward and took the tip into her mouth. It only took a second to realize she was tasting my cum and her sister on the mushroom head. She moved back, her face scrunched up in disgust. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look in my face. "You taste cum and pussy, don't you? There's a first time for everything. Well, you're used to the way girls taste. Maybe not your sister, but now you know that too. Get used to the flavor." Her eyes widened as she realized the implications of what I said. I pushed her head back to my cock and told her to lick it all over. She stuck out her tongue and gingerly started licking around the head. "Everywhere. The whole thing," I said. I pulled her hair tighter. She winced, but the delicate dabs turned into licks and soon she was running her tongue all over it, all the way to the base. I pulled her face a little lower and she reluctantly started licking my balls, scrunching up her face. I leaned farther back to give her better access. She knew what I wanted her to do, but resisted, pushing back against my hand. I pressed her face into me and felt her lips rub against my anus. I gripped harder, pulling her hair. She yelped into my crotch before I felt her mouth open and her tongue swipe across my ass. I pulled a little harder and felt her heavenly tongue play over the opening, circling it, running back and forth across it. I released a little tension when I felt the tip of her tongue press against me, trying to force its way inside. Damn, she was talented. Her girlfriends were lucky. I let her rim me for awhile, turning me rock hard. I pulled her back and she glared at me. "Damn you are good, girl!" She muttered something under her breath. "How's that?" I asked. "Oh, you want to deep throat me. Okay. Have at it." I released her hair, making it obvious that she had to do it herself. I wasn't going to physically force her to do it. The glare continued as she lowered her head back down and took it into her mouth. She slid me in and out, almost touching the back of her throat, just short of triggering her gag reflex. She pulled back. "That's as deep as I can go," she firmly said. "Oh really? Those pictures in your dresser say otherwise." Her eyes burned into me as she swallowed me again, this time taking the tip to the back of her throat. I held her head in my hands and stood up, forcing her to look up at me. Her head hyperextended back as I leaned over her. I pressed down against her and she gagged. I withdrew and pressed down again, the soft palate of the back of her mouth massaging the head as it passed through the opening into her throat. She gagged again, struggling against me. I withdrew and she gasped, trying to breathe. I sat down and pulled her forward so she leaned over me and again forced my cock into her mouth and down into her throat. I thrust in and out, feeling her bottom teeth ever so lightly scrape the underside of my shaft as she struggled to take it, breathe when she could, and control her gag reflex. It felt heavenly, and if I wanted it to end, I would have kept going. But I had other plans. I pulled her off of me and she sat back on her heels, coughing and gasping, drooling as she panted, trying to catch her breath. I leaned forward and cupped her large breasts in my hand. They were much larger, softer and more pliant than her sisters. The nipples were larger as well and were both pierced with rings of silver. I took the rings in my hand and pulled up on them, pulling her forward against me. She gasped as I did so, eyes widening. Her saliva provided excellent lubricant as I grasped her tits firmly in both hands and wrapped them around my cock. I I squeezed her chest together and began thrusting up in between the mounds. I pushed my thumbs through the rings to hold them tighter to me, which caused the pads of my thumbs to rub across the tips of her nipples. As I would thrust, this would tug on the rings, and scrape across the hardening tips, drawing moans from her. She bounced up and down, eyes closed and head to the side in shame from the pleasure she was getting from my actions on her sensitive nipples. No wonder she had them pierced. The feeling was unbelievable. I thrust harder, pulling the rings tighter and squeezing her tits harder. When she began moaning, I couldn't take it anymore. I thrust hard, pulling her up onto me and came, filling the valley of her cleavage with cum. We both lay there for awhile, panting. She slid off of me onto her knees with a foul look on her face. I sat up. "So, you have sensitive nipples, I see. I've heard that piercing them makes them more sensitive. I guess that's true." "Go fuck yourself," she growled. "I have a better idea. How about you fuck her?" I gestured towards her sister, who "What?! You're a sick fuck!" "Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact that I want to see you make love to your sister." "Not going to happen, asshole!" "Oh really?" I picked up the knife and leaned forward, grasping one of Yasmin's nipples in the other hand. I tugged it taught, causing her to wail, and placed the blade ready to slice it off. Now, I would never have actually gone through with it, but neither sister realized it. Sonia caved in. "No! Don't, I'll do it!" she pleaded. I let Yasmin's nipple go and sat back. I pulled the gag out of her mouth. Yasmin looked at me, her eyes begging me to change my mind. "Good. Now Sonia, come here." She shuffled forward in front of her sister, a sad look on her face. I reached out and pulled her closer, so she and Yasmin were inches apart. "Now, kiss her and work your way down. Don't neglect those pretty breasts of hers." Sonia looked into her sister's eyes, both welling up with tears. "I'm sorry, mi hija. Just pretend like it was when we were kids." Interesting. "So, this isn't the first time you've fucked your sister, then?" Yasmin hung her head. "Yes it is...but when we were little, we...experimented...a little bit." She leaned in and kissed Yasmin briefly. Then leaned in and kissed her a couple more times. Yasmin started to kiss her back. Tentatively at first but then her mouth parted slightly, giving her sister permission to take things further. Sonia's tongue touched her sister's lips, then met her tongue, caressing it. Yasmin opened her mouth more, allowing Sonia to probe inside. Their breathing deepened as they continued to french each other. I moved closer to them to watch. The walls they put up started to melt away as they shared intimacy they never expected to experience with each other. I grasped their hair, pulling Sonia down and Yasmin's head back. Sonia's mouth left her sister's and traveled down her neck, across her collarbone and down to her left breast. She nuzzled it and kissed it. Yasmin breathed deep, causing her chest to thrust out more. "Flick her nipple with your tongue." I ordered. Sonia's mouth opened and breathed hot air across the aureole. She flicked the nipple back and forth. "Ohhhh....ohhhh," signed Yasmin. Sonia became more aggressive, taking the nipple into her mouth and rapidly fluttering her tongue across it. I cupped her other breast in my hand and brought my mouth to her other tip, mimicing Sonia's actions. Yasmin moaned, trying unsuccessfully to fight the sensations. I pulled back and pulled Sonia by the hair again. I looked directly into her eyes, which met mine with poison. I stared her down, and the acid in hers melted away into dejection. I released her hair, and on her own she kissed her way down Yasmin's slim belly to her thighs. I slid around behind Yasmin again so I could watch from above. I pulled her back against me so Sonia would have more room with which to work. As gently and lovingly as she could, she began kissing Yasmin's pussy. She knew my cum was still oozing out of her, and tried to kiss around her lips. I reached down and grabbed her by the hair again. This time, I did not need to force. Sonia opened her mouth and her tongue swept up and down her slit, running across her clit and down into the opening inside her. She reluctantly swallowed the cum she took into her mouth. Yasmin's eyes closed once again and she leaned back against me. Her sister must know her better than I thought as her moans continued. I let go of Sonia and slid one finger up inside her sister, feeling for her G-spot. A sharp gasp let me know I found it. A groan that turned into a wail let me know that Sonia found the technique of loving her sister's clit. Yasmin started to undulate between us. "Oh...oh...oh god... dios mio... uhh...nngh... ay... mi hija.....MI HIJA!!!!!!!" She screamed as the orgasm wracked her body. I felt her vaginal muscles spasm around my finger, verifying that this was no act. As her convulsions subsided, Sonia collapsed at her feet, breathing heavy, defeated. She rested her head and shoulders on the futon, causing her ass to be upturned in the air. I couldn't resist and got up from behind Yasmin, whose head flopped forward, barely sitting up. I grasped Sonia by the arms and pulled her up so she was leaning over the ottoman, resting her chest on her sister's lap. I knelt down behind her, straddling her knees. Knowing that some lube was required for what I had planned next, I pulled some KY from my bag of tricks and generously coated my cock. I rubbed my slick fingers over Sonia's pussy and ass from behind, noticing her clit was pierced with a barbell. "No...fuck NO." said Sonia. I grasped the barbell and twisted it, drawing a wail from her. "Yes...fuck YES." I said as I lined my cock up with her pussy. I pressed forward and eventually made my way inside. She winced as I went deeper through small in and out thrusts. Her hymen was lost years ago to an aggressive dildo. I almost bottomed out when I felt her cervix, knowing I had reached my limit. The lube allowed me to slide in and out easily, although I knew she was not enjoying it. KARMA - Squatters "You're not really enjoying this, are you?" as I thrust into her, pushing her into her sister. "Fuck you," she growled, "Just get it over with and leave us alone!" "Oh, so you want me to get it over with. Okay, I can do that." I withdrew from her pussy, applied more lube, and pressed it against her anal opening. "No! Fuck, not there. Please? Just finish in my cunt." "Why not? I know you like to take it in the ass." "I...I... she reamed me really hard yesterday. I'm still sore, okay you asshole?" "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." I stood up and started to untie Yasmin's ankles from the ottoman. "I'll just finish in your sister's ass instead." Yasmin's eyes opened wide. Sonia saw the fear in her sister's face and looked up at me. "Please don't! She's never done that!" "Last chance, your choice, your ass or hers." "No, no one's ass! Why are you doing this to us! Just get out!" I sat down behind Yasmin and pushed her forward across her sister's back. Her perfect tight ass arched up, beckoned to me, starfish exposed. "Sonia, please do something!" "Leave her alone, dammit! You've done enough damage already!" I ignored her and lined my cock up, pressing it against her anus. I pressed forward against her. Even with all of the lube, she was still tight. Her brown eye opened, allowing me entry. "Sonia, ayyyeeeeeeee!!!! I can feel it, he's inside!" "He'll stop. He won't do it, he'll do me instead." I stuffed her panties back in Yasmin's mouth. Yasmin screamed into her thong as I slowly slid into her heavenly dark tight tunnel. It was so tight it was almost painful. Yasmin wailed into her panties. Sonia begged, "Please, stop! Stop! Fuck me instead! You can have my ass, put it in my ass!" I ignored her, spending a little more time inside Yasmin's heavenly place. She eventually stopped fighting me and relaxed, accepting defeat. It was enough to have overcome her. I pulled out and she groaned. I walked around and pulled Sonia, who sobbed quietly like her sister, down onto the futon, face down on her stomach. Her ass would have beat J Lo's in a contest. Still slick with lube, I kneeled astride her, sandwiching her knees between mine. I spread open her meaty cheeks with one hand and guided my cock to her ass. I pressed forward and she opened easily to accept me into her. Her head lifted off of the futon, eyes rolling back into her head. It then flopped down again, eyes scrunched tight. "No..." she moaned. "Oh god.... oh god...." I bottomed out against her ass, my thighs spreading her cheeks apart. I began thrusting back and forth. "Fuck!" she cried. I saw how hard she was pounded in the pictures, by a dildo much bigger than I am, so I knew she could take it. I pinned her down to the futon, grinding my cock in and out of her ass. I reached under her and filled my hands with her tits, squeezing them and using them to pull me deeper into her. "Shit...fuck...shit... oh...oh...damn.... hurts....uhhh.... nnnngh....ohhh," she panted in time with my thrusts. I thought I'd see if I could get a reaction out of her from the vibrator, so I pulled it out and slid it underneath her. With every thrust I made, it ground it against her clit. "Uuugh....ooooh... hmmmph...uh...oh... god....no....no..." She began panting. I returned my other hand to her breast. Finding the nipple rings, I twisted them, pinching her nipples tight between my fingers, dragging them across the fabric of the futon cover. "Shit....don't....please.... no....not right....not right..... uhhhhhnnnngn... gggrhhhnnnnuuughhhh!!!!" she groaned. "No....please..... can't.....no.... can't......please....... ayyyy....bastard.... ayyyyyyy!!!!!!!" She started thrashing under me. It took everything I had as I laid my whole body on hers, her hip gyrating and pressing back against me. I came for the last time, coating the inside of her rectum as she convulsed under me, the throes of my orgasm timing with hers. "Shit! I can feel it.... feel.... it!!!!" she panted. I kept at it as long as I could, thrusting away until she lay still under me, moaning about how sore she was. My cock softened eventually and I withdrew. I got dressed and started packing up the cameras as Sonia lay there motionless on the futon, eyes half open. Her sister was still leaned over, weeping softly. I untied them both. Sonia didn't move a muscle once she was freed. Yasmin just laid down next to her sister. As I walked to the door, I said, "Just remember, I have everything on tape. A little creative editing and it will look like you wanted all of this to happen, the way you begged to let you suck me and fuck you like that. The way you were so intimate with each other. I wonder how that would look out on the internet. I wonder how your acting career would change, Sonia. I wonder whether those Fortune 500 types would want to be seen with someone with such a reputation, Yasmin. I guess you'd have to go into the business of making porn films. Sister acts are always a hit. And now that I know where you live, and the things you are willing to do for me, I might have to stop by now and then for a repeat performance...." With that, I walked out of the door. I stuck around the city for a bit to see what would happen. The sisters moved out the following morning and went back west to be closer to their family. I monitored the landlord and the college student over the next year. He received a humanitarian award from an "anonymous donor", along with the shelter where he volunteered. They both benefited, as each award came with a $250,000 check. The college student mysteriously discovered that she was the beneficiary of a $1.25 million trust fund. Her remaining education was covered and she went on to graduate medical school, eventually establishing a foundation for breast cancer research. My work with them was done. On to the next one.