9 comments/ 106143 views/ 42 favorites My Sister's Friend Christina By: scotjock1 I knew what my dear sister Bethany was calling me for from the moment I heard her voice, she had called me a week earlier to ask me for the same favor. My bitch of a sister at times, had told me a week ago her friend Christina had nowhere to stay for the summer holidays while the University was closed, as her parents couldn't afford to pay for her flight back to New Mexico and she had no real money of her own. Bethany in all her fucking wisdom, thought it was a smart move to suggest that Christina could stay with me for that holiday period, until the new semester started. My little bitch of a sister also added petrol to the burning fire, by going away for the three months summer holiday period to Paris in France, and Christina's parents couldn't afford to send her with my sister. The first time she called, I felt sorry for Christina but I couldn't accommodate her with my lousy one bedroom apartment I had, and I was barely holding down a steady job as it was, yet I did make enough money to save up for a better place eventually. But I couldn't afford to accommodate Christina, no matter how hard it was for her emotionally in this situation. As usual Bethany was pissed off with me for this, and hung up on me. Now a week later since the call, she was calling me again asking for the same favor as before. Her flight to Paris was in four days and Christina was still without a place to stay. I breathed hard down the line, Bethany just wouldn't let it fucking go. My little sister had always been a fucking pest in my life. "Please James, look Christina has nowhere else to go - she can't even stay in halls now since our lease is up with the University." Bethany told me exasperating the situation. "Beth, all I have is fucking one bedroom apartment, I don't own a fucking mansion do I? Where is she supposed to sleep?" I demanded shouting down the line. Bethany as usual fought back, to be expected I guess from her being my sister. "Look she's not useless, she'll keep the house clean for you, cook for you and do things around the house to earn her bed, and board. She just needs someone she can trust to stay with, I said you could be trusted." Bethany retorted. I was seething, Christ even now in my twenties my 19 year old sister still got on my nerves, and always got her way as always. "What is she supposed to do, to earn her bed and keep?" I asked. Bethany in her usual stuffy voice, cried out. "Oh my god! She can cook lovely meals for you, and keep the house clean and look after it while you work. You need that in your life, James you know that. You need some order, some womanly input in your life. Your house is a a mess at the best of time, and you don't even clean up after yourself properly. You live off fucking fast food." Beth shouted back down the line, arguing with me. I was losing this argument before I even picked up the phone to her. I eventually relented to her, my social life and home life did leave a lot to be desired. "Fine, she can stay with me - but the moment her parents can transfer cash to her she's covering what she's eaten, and how long she stayed for." I said angrily. "Christ, fine if that's how fucking shallow you are; then her parents will pay you for it when they can afford it." Bethany said. This was getting better and better, since I was living in Boston; Bethany told me that she was paying for Christina's train into Boston from Chicago and that I was to collect her from the station. Bethany also said that she was giving Christina about $100 dollars to spend if needed, once she arrived in Boston so that would at least take some of the sting off of me for the first few days. Beth told me that Christina would arrive in Boston in four days time, on a Friday afternoon with her stuff at the Boston Central Train Station. So I agreed to tidy up my apartment, and put aside a place for Christina to sleep in and some space nearby for her stuff, including her clothes. It wasn't much but she wasn't paying me for a Five Star hotel and treatment. I also discovered the exact time of her train's arrival, and a brief description of Christina - but it was useless as I had no photograph of her to go by. I was wondering how much fun it would be to try and find her in a busy station, and not knowing what she actually looked like. All that my lovely sister had told me was that Christina was a blonde, a pure blonde in fact with pale skin and that she was Latin in ethnicity. I had to admit that was slightly surprising, I had never truly met a white Latina girl before in my life. Friday Afternoon, 3:46pm, Boston Central Train Station I arrived at the city's Central Train Station, and soon found out on the arrivals board that Christina's train would be arriving at about 3:50pm from Chicago. I was wearing a simple pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt under my nice, leather jacket. I had bought it, but it cost me a fortune. I didn't make a fortune in wages from my steel mill job outside of the city, but it did pay the bills and at times did afford me small luxuries like the leather jacket. It wasn't much but I earned enough to afford my apartment, and that was all I really wanted. My lot in life. Christina's train was arriving on time according to the arrivals board, and I still didn't know what on earth she looked like. A few minutes passed, and the ornate clock above me chimed and I saw her train in the distance coming into the station. I was nervous, because this wasn't just a friend staying over with me; but a girl I had never met before, and a friend of my sister's. Such a combination wasn't a good sign, as I didn't want to be uncomfortable around her in my own apartment. The train slowly came to a stop at the platform, and the loud speakers crackled above asking all those on-board to disembark. Slowly the droves stepped off the train, and began to disperse. My eyes scanned the crowds, searching for Christina. Where the hell was she, hell how was I supposed to even recognize her? She was blonde, and white yet she was a Latin-American. This wasn't going to be simple, I was already getting annoyed at this situation my sister had forced me into. I was about to call Bethany to get Christina's phone number so I could contact her, and then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder from behind. I turned to face the person, still with the phone in my hand to face a beautiful, graceful blonde woman. Her hair was pure blonde, no streaks or anything and it gracefully draped over her shoulders. On her head she was wearing a sort of hippy scarf tied around her it, yet still letting her hair hang out in pleats and gaps. Then I saw that she did indeed have streaks of brown dye in the bottom strands of her blonde hair, and her piercing blue eyes did unsettle me mainly due to the black mascara and eye liner she wore. On her lips she wore a light pink lip gloss. Now my eyes came to her outfit she chose to wear for today. A long white cream cotton dress that stopped just above her knees, and surprising still she was also wearing a pair of black fishnets on her legs. Leading down to her feet she wore bright, pink heels. Her figure was wholesome, with a petite upper body - she had a nice rack on her, but then her petite waist led down to her thick, firm womanly hips and ass. Her thick thighs were encased in the fishnets she was wearing. From a distance you wouldn't see the Latin heritage she had in her blood, but up close I did see it. She had natural blonde hair, and a body that was lean and petite all in one place, and in another she was ready to bear children easily with the hips she bore. I looked up at her once again, and she smiled with her light pink lips and her sensual blue eyes were piercing. God if I had to sum her up, she was almost identical to the singer Christina Aguilera in her now modern years, with the womanly figure. "James?" She asked me, smiling. I nodded, Christ never before in my life have I ever been stumped for words to say to a person. I was unable to speak. "James? Bethany's brother?" She asked, her smile never wavering an inch. I nodded, an obstruction about the size of a golf ball was in my throat, it was imaginary but it felt so real that I couldn't speak. "Bethany gave me a photo of you last night at the last minute; she didn't know she had one. I'm Christina." She said smiling more. as she extended her hand out to me. I gently took her hand, I gently shook it and greeted her in silence. I eventually found my voice, I did try desperately to keep my eyes high in order to stop myself looking at her fishnet-clad legs, or that big chest of hers. "Well, let me take your bags then. My car is outside, in the parking lot." I said simply, dear God my entire body was shaking. She nodded smiling, and carried a small rucksack of her own in her hand. I took the suitcase on its wheels from her side and began to pull it along with us towards the exit of the station. I finally noticed the dress she wore, had writing on it, and it read "I HEART The Big Apple." It was cute, almost in an innocent way, had it not been for her wearing fishnets at that moment, and the body she actually possessed. We made our way out of the train station out into the car park, and we made our way over to my crappy, yet solid two seat car. I opened the boot of my it, and put Christina's suitcase into the back of the car, but Christina clutched her rucksack close as I guessed her documents, and money were inside it. I opened the door for her, and Christina slid into the passenger seat as I got into the driver's seat. I turned the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life. I put my seat-belt on as I saw Christina do the same. I smiled awkwardly, as I must have looked a right idiot to her. I pulled out of the car park, and drove into the center of Boston where I lived. There was an awkward silence, I even thought Christina sensed that and as I pulled up behind some traffic, I saw her spread her fishnet-clad thighs, most likely to make herself more comfortable. I felt my cock surge in my jeans watching her. I tried to steady my focus elsewhere, as this was wrong, I promised Bethany I would look after her friend. I smiled, as I could see in the ceiling mirror; she too was smiling back at me. I had no idea as to why I asked her this, but I did ask her a question out inappropriate. "So, do you wear fishnets often?" I asked. What a stupid, inappropriate question to ask her. Christina just smiled at me, even giggling gently looking at me. "Well I've been wearing them since I was old enough to, you would know that your sister wears them as well." Christina said, thinking I knew this fact, which I did not. "You're kidding me, right?" I asked her in a surprised tone, yet I was partly intrigued to know more. My dear little sister, the Princess of our family; our parents loved and adored her, and enjoyed telling me that she would never degrade herself to wear such things as fishnets. But the fact that my little sister, and her hot friend Christina here wore them - turned me on. "No I'm serious, she wears them with skirts and such. I choose to wear them with dresses mainly, but sometimes shorts as well." Christina said giggling as she lifted her feet up slightly, letting me see her meaty thighs within her fishnets. "I've always wondered, why women like to wear fishnets? I've always wondered your reasons for it." I laughed as I voiced my intrigue of mine, but I wasn't expecting an answer as the traffic cleared up; and we began moving again. Christina just smiled right back, and looked over at me. "Well for me personally, I guess it's the cold air that flows through the holes in the fishnets. Especially on my legs and my- well it doesn't matter." She said smiling, stopping her explanation mid-way out of shame maybe. "Hey, don't go and stop now. You can't stop like that once you've started, keep going." I said, and I must have sounded like a horny teenage boy again. "It feels good on my nice ass, there you happy?" She confessed with a s smile, and then she looked out of her window; not really expecting me to reply to that. I personally would not have said no to a peek of Christina's ass in the fishnets she was wearing, but there was no chance of explaining that without making it clear that I found her quite attractive. I drove us to my apartment, and pulled the car up onto the curb of the street outside of my apartment building. Christina turned from the window to me, with a smile. "So you live here?" She asked in her gentle voice. I nodded smiling back, and I turned off the engine and stepped out of the car from my side. As Christina exited my car, I saw her large ass hidden under her dress, and it looked womanly, and thick in size. I envisioned the fishnets had in fact ridden up between her ass crack by now, nestled between her big butt cheeks. God thinking to myself, I was actually quite a pervert. "Yeah, pretty much. I work at a Steel Mill outside of the city. It pays the bills, but it's not great wages - but for me it's comfortable." I told her as I unlocked my front door, and we both went inside my apartment building. We were soon at the top floor of the building, outside my apartment. We went inside, and I closed the front door behind us. "So, how much money do you have with you right now?" I asked her, as I put down her the luggage I was carrying for her. Christina smiled, with her voluptuous, thick thighs she turned to me with her bag in her hand. "Well Bethany gave me exactly $100 dollars, but I know it's not enough to live on. I promise to help around your house, cook for us both, and clean up after us." She explained, proposing her services in exchange for the costs of living with me. I began to pace around the corridor in front of Christina, pretending to think things over - when a plan came to mind. "Well you see, I'm gonna be spending quite a lot of money on you - for you to stay here with me. Until your parents can pay for your flight back to your home, this is going to hit me hard in the pocket. I need a bit more than you just helping me around the house." I said simply. Christina gave me an expression that showed she truly wasn't understanding what I was saying. She put down her bag, and looked at me heavily trying to understand what I was saying to her, but she was saying nothing in response. "Well let's try this instead, come over to me." I said gently, Christina still with the expression of incomprehension on her face, began to slowly walk over to me. She stood in front of me, with her scarf still tied in place around her blonde hair, and head. I leaned in slowly and as quickly as I could - I planted a wet, hard kiss on her open lips, and she immediately pulled back away from me in revulsion. "No! I'm not a whore for a you! Beth told me, that you were a good man, a good person!" She screamed at me, her voice shook as she tried to appear strong. I advanced onto her, and I braced my body to face her down; inches from her face. "How long do you think $100 bucks, is gonna last you in this city!" I shouted at her, it wasn't a question. It was a harsh statement. She was silent, but tears were welling in her very eyes as I shouted at her. "The answer is a few days perhaps, maybe not. Now I can just as easily throw you're ass out on the street, and then we can see how long you last out there." I said sternly, raising my voice a notch more. Christina cried and gasped hard as her eyes were full of tears, and her cheeks were wet. "You're a son of a bitch!" She shouted at me, the hatred was clear in her voice. I smiled, but it was deviously intended, and with my arm I waved at the front door. "There's the door, go on if you can't do this." I said simply, my ultimatum was final for her. Christina breathed deeply, slowly letting her arms drop to her sides limply. "I can't go out there, you asshole! I have no real money, and my parents cannot send me the money to get home with!" She wept. "Then think of the option I'm offering you, both house and board, and as much food as you need and hell I'll even throw in pocket money for you if you like. But for that you better be willing to work for it, Christina." I told her, offering her what I wanted her to believe, was an Olive branch. "What do I have to do, you son of a bitch?" She screamed, and her voice told me she was relenting to my advances. "Get over here, and I'll show you what you can do. Move your ass, Christina." I ordered her sternly, and she quickly moved towards me with a jump in her movements as she stood in front of me, visibly shaking; still trying to hold her head up high with some dignity left in her. "Just get on with it, you fucking asshole." Christina mumbled, still shaking like a leaf in a gust of wind. My hands moved around her body, and taking her by her shoulders; I pulled her in close to me and pushed my face into her exposed neck. I perversely took in her scent, my nostrils smelled what I assumed was a Rose petal based fragrance; it made her jump on the spot. I didn't care what she thought of me, and I took in her strong scent once again. I loved her scent and smell, and even shoved my face into her bright blonde hair. God she was stunning, it was intoxicating. My hands roamed all over her body, and they found her big, doughy thick ass. God her ass was a gift from God himself, it was sculpted into a beautiful mass of meat, and flesh. My hands squeezed that round, fat ass of hers like it was putty in my hands. Her was quite thin, and useless against me as my hands groped, and squeezed her doughy cheeks through it's cotton fabric. "I am going to fuck you so hard Christina, that you won't be able to walk for weeks after I'm done." I said, as I moaned into her neck, with my lips I sucked at her bare skin. "I won't enjoy it you sick fuck, you're just raping me, this is a crime." She moaned, mainly from my mauling hands pulling, pinching and groping her firm, yet sensitive body. I laughed, quite manically even as my hands began to peel her very ass cheeks open even through the cotton of her dress, which offered her no safety from my hands. "Fuck, will you stop being so rough. Please!" She grunted into my ear, as my hands did the work that made her beg me to stop what I was doing. "I'll be as fucking rough as I like, because I'm paying for it." I growled back at her as my hands roughly rolled up her flimsy, cotton dress that exposed her firm, thick fishnet clad ass to my very hands. "Is this how you get your women, James! Fucking blackmail them, you sick freak!" She gasped, as my hands found her thick, plump ass cheeks beneath the fishnets. One of my hands slid around and grasped Christina by her plump, delicate throat and I held it firmly. I pulled my face close to her face, and stared deep into her Ocean-like eyes, with malice. "I could fuck you right now, and throw you out into the streets if that's what I wanted to do, so don't fucking push away the hand that will be feeding you Christina, you little bitch." I growled again, my voice a picture of brutality to her very ears I thought, whatever she thought of me in the beginning was gone now. She became quiet, but quickly whispered to me with sorrow in her voice. "Fine, God just get on with it." I felt her throat with my fingers, she swallowed hard - and I knew she was indeed frightened of me. My hands moved back to their grand prize, her fat ass, and I began to kneed it through the fishnets. I had had enough of simply touching the golden goose through her feathers, I wanted to touch the goose's very flesh now. My hands slid up to the waistband of her fishnets, and I began to pull them into my fists and slowly roll them down. Her firm, thick ass cheeks fell out of the fishnets, as I pulled them down even further below her bottom. She moaned loudly, and I knew it was the air hitting her bare ass, that made her jump slightly on the spot. My hands soon found between those delicious globes of meat of hers, the small black thong she was wearing. I pulled them back from the crack of her ass and released it a few inches from her ass, the elastic stretched - and it quickly smacked against her cheeks and nestled between them again. My Sister's Friend Christina Ch. 02 (This chapter is from both viewpoints of Christina and James in the situation they are both involved in, to express what each character feels emotionally. However the bulk of this installment is from James's viewpoint.) ~James~ Christina stood there naked other than her matching black silk bra, and her black fishnets rolled down under her ass cheeks, exposing her dark bush on her pussy, and the dark crevice of her ass crack, where her brown tight hole was waiting for me. "Pull the fishnets back up over your ass, we're gonna play a game." I said in the most malicious tone I could muster. Christina now had tears in her eyes, as she glanced over her shoulders to me, shivering she slowly rolled the fishnets back over her phat ass, and as she did - it jiggled. "You've got a phat ass, Christina." I said admiring the cheeks jiggle, now being shoved back inside her fishnets. Christina shivered, and her whole body shook as fresh tears emerged. "You son of a bitch, please don't make me do this." She pleaded. "You speak back to me again, and I'll get out the handcuffs and ball gag bitch. You want to be able to speak, then you better choose your words a bit better don't you think." I threatened her glaring back at her. Christina cried harder. "Now time to put that mouth to some use other than your fucking pleading, when did your ass become phat?" I asked her sitting down on the couch to make myself comfortable. "What kind of question is that?" Christina blurted out, angry and upset. "Bitch the handcuffs and ball gag are just in my cupboard, so if you keep up your attitude I'll go get them, and then you'll have no control over what happens. None whatsoever." I threatened her again, my big bulge in my jeans. "Fine! I was about fourteen, and my ass began to fill out. By the time I hit eighteen it was the size it is now, I tried to work out in order to make it firmer, and hopefully lose it. I never did, I was stuck with this fucking phat wagon on me, and all I did was firm up the cheeks working out. There you happy?" She spat at me, with her drivel of her childhood growing up. "Not yet, what clothes did you have to wear, with such a big ass?" I asked her, enjoying my torturous questioning. Christina sighed, her tears drying into her skin as she glared back at me. "I had to buy large jeans, bottoms, pantyhose, leggings all of those kinds of things." She answered me. "Bet that got you a lot of hungry eyes, and glances at school." I said noticing her blushing. She sighed even further, her body slouched but she stood still in her fishnets, bra and panties. "I got stares from most guys, and they called it a phat ass, and booty. Growing up in school, especially after I hit 18 was hard for me. Even the teachers, the male ones came onto me, leering at me every chance they got." She said, speaking derivative of her teachers. I smiled, I had to since if I was a teacher in her school and saw her often enough I would have leered as well. "Oh you think being checked out, leered at, and molested by their hungry eyes was a good thing." She said, finding the courage to spit venom back at me. Bad move on he part. "Keep your fucking answers simple, or I'll gag you with something a lot harder and bigger than the ball gag I've got." I said angrily, her attitude was piping up my own anger. She went silent, I think my vivid, and detailed threat calmed her attitude. "And yes I would have done the same if I had you in my class, I would have done more than leered. I would have got you at the end of school everyday, and had you to myself in an empty classroom." I laughed, loving my vivid imagination. Christina breathed in hard, but slowly with her head over her shoulder glancing at me. My eyes dropped to her phat ass once more, encased in her fishnets. Her cheeks jiggled and bounced, even with the slightest breaths she took. Her breast heaved at the same time, as she breathed. "Now measurements, you must know how big your ass is. Tell me them?" I demanded of her, and the demand was clearly demeaning and humiliating for her. "God you're sick, twisted asshole. I'm 150 pounds in weight, I'm 38-22-33 in my measurements. My fucking breast size is 38DD." Christina spat at me, as if the words were foul in her mouth. "Dress size?" I asked in a simple tone. Christina's eyes ran with fresh tears, in her horrifying torment I was putting her through. "Goddamn it! Why does that even matter!" Christina wept, and shook in anger. "Bitch if I tell you to answer a question, you better fucking answer it!" I shouted, and my anger flared as I glared at her with true anger, and kicked the coffee table to my right. She went silent, seeing the sudden violence I threw at the table. "God... why god. Fine, my dress size is a four." She said in a low, submissive tone, that spoke volumes of her surrender. "Good girl, now that blonde hair you have. I can't tell if it's strawberry blonde, or dirty blonde. What is it?" I asked her. Christina slouched more, her phat ass pressed into her inner thighs like a balloon being sat on. God it was a hot sight for me to see. "It's platinum blonde." I smiled loving her low, grunting of words as she seemed to lose any fight in her. I noticed a small tattoo on Christina's lower back, I couldn't see much of it as the fishnets obscured most of it. "What tattoo have you got there?" I asked pointing at her lower back, for indication as she was still glancing at me. Her neck must have ached, but she was sacrificing comfort in order to see exactly what I was doing behind her, out her sight. "A Hebrew tramp stamp." She answered shuddering. "Nice, got that to go with your sexy ass did you?" I asked laughing gently. Christina said nothing in defiance, and I smiled at myself. "Right next question, I can tell you have some form of Latin heritage to you. Quite a lot of it in fact, so where do you descend from in Latin America?" I asked her rubbing my big bulge in my jeans. "I'm of Ecuadorian descent, and the rest of me is Irish." She said in a grunt. I rubbed my bulge harder, feeling my thick shaft under the denim. "Hmm now that's got my cock going, I love a nice Phat Latina ass." I smiled loving the power I held over her. "Right, last question then we're done with question time. You are small, like a sexy fucking pixie you are. How tall are you?" I asked. Christina craned her neck around, to get rid of the ache and returned to glance at me. "I'm 5 ft 1½. I am small, but I like that about me." She said, with a hint of defense in her last words defending her stature. "I like small women like you, because your big ass, tits and thighs are more obvious and get my cock roaring to life." I said smiling at my comment. My words made Christina cringe her face in disgust, and clench her eyes shut in solace. "Now let's get this thing started." I said undoing the zip of my jeans - and fished out my rock, hard cock from inside. I brushed the shaft of my hard, erect cock against her left cheek from behind her and she shook knowing what it was touching her. "When was the last time a boyfriend of yours did this to you?" I asked rubbing it along her cheek. "No ex-boyfriends of mine have ever done this to me - they've never blackmailed me into this filth." She said shivering. "Then they were fucking stupid; they would have got a lot more out of you if they had done." I said with a menace to my voice. I pushed my cock along her cheek fully, and grasping her by her hair I turned her head to face my cock-head, and forced her quivering open mouth onto my cock-head. She grunted, and convulsed from the intrusion of her mouth. "If they were smart, they could have got many more blow jobs from you - maybe even some anal, like I plan to get from you." I said shoving her mouth up and down my cock roughly. She tried to pull her mouth from my cock, probably to throw an insult back at me; but I held her down firmly on my cock. I was in control, not her, and if I was going to let her use my apartment then she was going to pay in flesh, and with her body to me. Christina was gagging, helplessly against my thick, hard cock being forced down into her mouth. The sight was amazing, with her hands limply at her sides, not resisting me I was using her mouth as I would her pussy. I had to admit, her mouth was wet; something she couldn't alter if she did, or did not want me to do this to her. Christina was no longer staring at my legs as I violated her mouth, she was looking up at me, with tears swelling up in her eyes; she was crying, the useless bitch. "Don't bother crying bitch, it will not change my mind in doing this to you. You owe me money, and a lot of it. Even my little, bitch of a sister can't save you now; you want to live in some quality, you'll pay me in flesh, it's all you have." I said, shoving my cock deeper into her mouth. Christina gagged, coughed and gurgled attempting to stop my cock from going any deeper in her mouth. I was surprised her hands weren't scratching my legs or thighs, to stop my cock going any further; she was submissive, simply out of necessity. I pulled my cock from her mouth, and she gasped desperately for the air around her, as her breathing was heavy and ragged. "Keep your eyes closed, and hands at your side if you want to eat tonight." I ordered her, my tone was venomous. She shivered, my voice made her literally shake in fear. I stepped back, and went behind the couch where I had hidden the red ball gag, and handcuffs I had threatened Christina with using, earlier on. I quietly picked them up, and moved around her as she knelt obediently. "Give me your hands, now." I told her and she slowly extended them up into the hands in a surrender pose. I took them both, and quickly clicked the handcuffs securely around her wrists, securing them. "Wait! Please, you promised me! You promised, you wouldn't use those on me, if I did as I was told!" She cried loudly, but with her wrists handcuffed, and on her knees, she was helpless. I was wasting no time, holding her handcuffed wrists with one hand; I took her roughly by her hair, and pulled back on it. Her head craned backwards hard, so she was looking up into the air, by my hand. I shoved the red ball gag into her mouth, and quickly secured it behind her head with the straps. She was weeping, and crying hysterically into the gag; she was like a little girl, being so scared. With her bound, and gagged I slid my arms around her waist and lifted her into the air, and put her over my shoulder like caveman would. I carried her effortlessly into my bedroom, because she may have been a thick woman, she was also petite so it was balanced. In my room, I put her down on my bed as she looked up at me pleadingly, crying away. I savored the moment, the sight as I undressed fully. "I handcuffed, and gagged you Christina; because I plan to take your anal hole today. Now I know that you would fight me, and it would require a lot of effort to force you to submit, and allow me to ram my cock up your ass. So you being like this, will make this much easier for me to pull off." I said, throwing my t-shirt and jeans aside, followed by my black boxers that were already around my knees with my jeans, from earlier. With my clear indication of what I had planned for her, Christina rolled onto her knees and sat up on the bed and with the ball gag in her mouth she had her hands out in a praying motion. She was begging me to not do this, with the ball gag in her mouth, her hands had to do the work of her words. "You're begging me not to do this to you?" I asked her, enjoying this evil game of mine we were playing. She manically swung her head up and down, meaning her answer was yes. I smiled, and moved towards my bed naked, with my erect cock swinging freely between my legs. "You're begging me not to rape you like this, force my hard, thick cock up your rectum; up your ass?" I asked her again, sounding sarcastic. Again, she swung her head up and down in a fever of a motion, she was hysterical; crying and pleading for mercy. "Oh dear, it's too bad that your brown hole is my price for your dinner tonight." I said pushing her by her shoulder, back onto her back on my bed. My answer to her pleading, made her scream harshly into the ball gag but it only came out as a low, forced screech. I mounted my bed naked, looking down at Christina. "Your ass, is your payment for your dinner tonight. So if you want to eat, you're giving up your tight, brown hole." I said forcing open her legs by her ankles. Christina tried to roll off the bed, but as I held onto her ankles she couldn't get off the bed. I pulled her closer to me, by her ankles. Her shoes were gone, so my hands felt the sexy black fishnets she was wearing. I grabbed her flailing, bound hands which she was trying to use to hit me; but I got a hold of them and pinned them above her head to the bedding. I took hold of the waistband of her fishnets, and roughly pulled them down her legs to exposed her black thong, pulled tightly up against her pussy, and mound obscenely. "No more of just your mouth, I want your ass hole and I'm getting it." I growled, and tore the fishnets fully off her legs into a handful, and threw them aside onto the floor. Next came her thong, I just took hold of it by the crotch piece and tore it down her legs; the force made them tear, and were now just torn pieces of cotton in my hand. I threw them aside as I did with her fishnets, seeing her black, bush above her slit. With her ass, and pussy fully open to me and the elements; I lifted her legs up into the air to accomodate where I wanted to position her in. I decided to go for a simple side to side position, her facing away from me, and me behind her. I slid up along my very own bed, and positioned myself behind her, flipping her onto her side alongside me. I took her left leg by her ankle, and lifted it up in the air exposing her ass and inner thighs to me, with her back to me. She knew what this position meant, I could pound either her cunt or ass from behind and she could not do anything to stop me as long as I had hold of her waist. "Daily usage of your ass, mouth and cunt will pay for your stay at my little motel." I said with a sly, devious grin and positioned my thick, erect, hard cock to her brown puckered ass hole. It was tightly shut, and would need a nice ramming to force it open, it was clear either she hadn't given anal to any lover in a while, or she was a virgin. I felt her fight again, but with one hand around my cock pressing it into her ass crack, and the other arm wrapped around her waist holding her against me tightly; she was all mine to enjoy. I finally found her asshole, and began to press into it dry; it wouldn't do much I needed to add some liquid to my cock. I decided to lubricate my cock with her pussy for a few moments, before shoving it against her asshole once again. I slid around, holding her close as I positioned my cock against her open, gaping pussy and rammed home inside her. "UUUMMMPPPHHHH!" She screamed, the sound of her scream against the gag sounded like a screaming cat, locked in a trash can. "I just need some juice, to lube my cock up for your ass again sweetheart." I said with a smile, and I started to thrust in and out of her wet snatch, feeling her juices coating my cock. "I just love your fucking helplessness, how I can take anything from you for myself, and payment for my accommodation that I am so charitable to give you." I told her with a laugh, and forced open her ass cheeks from behind her, to keep an eye on her anus. A few moments passed, and I decided my cock was lubricated enough to force entry into her puckered, asshole. I slid my cock out of her snatch, and positioned my cock-head at her anus, holding her cheeks wide apart as if we were filming a porn scene. I added some pressure, and felt some slack as her asshole widen slightly, not enough to open her up yet. Christina screamed again, wasting what air she had in her body in trying to voice her non-consent to what I was doing to her. Holding my cock with my hand, I forced the shaft down towards her asshole from a higher position, and with pressure it widened again slightly. "Jesus, you're a virgin Christina. You've never been fucked, in the ass before." I said as an observation, and hysterically she swung her up and down to acknowledge that for me. Maybe she thought this revelation would make me stop, having some care for actually really hurting her by taking her anal virginity. It would be extremely painful for her, but I didn't care; she was going to pay for food and board. "That's good, I have always wanted a woman's ass for the first time; to take your cherry down there. Well let's get this thing in there." I said gleefully, with a hysterical laugh. She screamed once more, and began to thrash her head in all directions as if she was possessed by the devil, trying to escape her body. The Exorcist, chose the from actress to play the possessed girl in the film; Christina would have been much better in my opinion. I pressed harder, it felt like I was pushing my cock against a small pin hole - attempting to force something much thicker into a far smaller opening. Slowly her rectum loosened once again, and I could feel my cock-head partially inside her anus. This was going to take too long, to pop her cherry down there by gradually opening her up; I just needed to force it open, and slide in. It wouldn't be pretty, but I didn't have the time to be gentle if we were both going to have dinner soon. "Sorry sweet cheeks, but I can't wait all night for you to spread your petals wide open for me." I said, not truly apologizing to her and I rolled back my hips. I craned my hips gently, so they were in line with Christina's own and forcefully shoved forwards turning her over onto her front roughly, and forcing her hips and lower body into the bedding. The movement, was to force her into a new position; on her front and her ass slightly perched into the air. It would allow me to just drill my cock into her ass, without having to re-position her because of her own rapid, thrashing and rolling motions. She figured out what I was doing, and now with her face in the pillow she screamed into the gag hysterically, as if she was being burned by a hot poker. "Stop fighting you sexy bitch! It's going in, deal with and just cry; it's all you can do!" I growled into her ears, inches away as I drilled my cock into her ass above her. I had my knees at the sides of her hips, as I pressed my cock into that dark brown hole of hers. It opened, with sheer pressure and weight from above her asshole widened around my rod. "There we go, I told you that you wouldn't be able to stop me. Now let it sink in, you'll enjoy it; eventually." I laughed with an evil laugh, and felt my cock slowly sink inside her rectum. I managed to sink in just half of my cock into her anus, and looking down I could see she was indeed an anal virgin. The sides of her asshole obscenely stretched around my cock, were red from the forced intrusion. There was clearly pain, her neck and face were beet root red, from exhaustion and pain of a place that should never be touched, or fucked being forced open like a ripe orange. I sat up, on my knees above her, with half of my cock buried in her anus. Christina was no longer fighting me, she couldn't and attempting to would just tire her out; she was contending with the sheer pain in her back hole. It was her priority, being helpless beneath me. I could see her face, she was clenching her teeth from the pain and her entire face was red with a glow. I slid my hands down from her shoulders, to her hips once more and pulled back on them, forcing her lower body slightly off from the bed, before shoving her back down on the bed. This particularly forceful, painful position allowed me the leverage to drill the final half of my cock into her red, stretched butt-hole. Her anus loosened again, and without much effort my entire cock slipped inside her; and stretched wide around me. For some it was sickening sight, for me it was sexy seeing how big my cock felt inside her ass; with her anus stretched around me. My Sister's Friend Christina Ch. 02 Christina's eyes were wide open, distressed and in pain she wheezed against the ball gag in her mouth, it was now glistening and dripping wet from her saliva. She was in pain, helpless and broken; I had broken her spirit, and slowly doing the same to her body. Good payment to stay with me, this was the payment I expected for everything I gave her for the duration she stayed with me. I slid my hand up to the back of her head, and grabbed hold of her blonde hair and pulled on it forcefully, as I began to slowly slide in and out of her rectum; fucking her. It wasn't truly fucking her, it was more like fucking a wild animal once powerful and free, now bound and broken beneath me. She spent the next five minutes of me fucking her abused, broken and stretched anus grunting, and she was breathing in ragged way against the ball gag. Eventually I felt that familiar sensation in my balls, that fiery feeling that my balls and body were on fire. "Here we go sweetheart, a big wet, sloppy creamy load for you. I'll order us a pizza tonight, that will be a nice meal for you." I said like a vindictive rapist would speak, offering her some solace even though I had forced her to give her body. I felt my balls drain, and exploded inside her tight, abused asshole and filled the tight crevice with my thick, white load. It was so much thick liquid, being forced into such a small hole; that it began to drip out along the sides of her anus hole, and down my cock. I slid in and out of her a few more times, before slipping out of her fully drained of my boys. I sat back on the bed, inches from her spread, moist aching legs watching my cum ooze out of her rectum onto the bed and her legs. I smiled happily to myself, and slid off my bed. Taking a few deep breaths, before moving over to the top of the bed where Christina was spread out on. I undid the handcuffs around her wrists, but when they were released her hands simply slid limply to her sides. The only sign that she was still awake, and alive was her body moving slightly as she breathed in and out. I then moved my hands to her head, and undid the straps behind Christina's head and removed the ball gag from her mouth. It came out with a plopping sound, and a large amount of her saliva oozed out from her slack, open mouth onto the bed sheets. I checked her face, with my hand and felt that her skin was on fire. "Wake the fuck up sweetheart, I'm ordering dinner; it's going to be a pizza. So get yourself cleaned up, and change into something else for the meal." I said throwing the ball gag onto the bed, inches from her face, like she was a soiled wash cloth. I left my room, and left her aching, abused body on my bed. I decided to go have a shower, and went into my bathroom. My body was moist with sweat, and aching from the fucking I had just given to Christina. I turned on the hot water, and slid into the standing-shower, closing the door behind me. I quickly washed, wiping away my sweat and cum from my cock and legs. Soon enough I felt clean, and my body no longer wet from sweat and exertion. I turned off the shower and went into the lounge, and saw Christina was now sitting up on my bed, crying with her head in her hands. I decided to call the local pizzeria, to order a pizza for us both and snacks with it. "What you want on your pizza?" I asked her from the lounge, loudly for her to hear me. She never answered, still crying on my bed. "Last chance, I'm ordering one with Pepperoni and Salami." I said simply, holding my phone. She said nothing, and all I could hear was her crying. "Suit yourself, sweetheart." I said with a venomous laugh and as the pizzeria staff answered the call, I ordered my pizza as I could hear Christina weeping in my room, in the distance. Sorry guys if this first installment for this series is short, but I want you to want more, and I want fans to ask for more, and the next installment. I don't want to write a large story, and give everything away, not yet anyway. For readers, please leave a comment if you can, any ideas or feedback you give will be appreciated and used in later installments. Thanks guys, hope you liked it. My Sister's Friend Christina Ch. 03 Warning: This is a piece of fantasy that depicts non-consensual sex, and forced sex. This is a piece of fiction. I do not condone forced sex, or non-consensual. Please do not read if you cannot tell fantasy from reality, or right from wrong. All characters are over 18. Please enjoy. ***** It was the next day after taking Christina's anal cherry, for the price of her food that evening. She hadn't spoken to me since that night, she was hungry however and ate most of the pizza. But she had gone to bed after the pizza was finished, and I slipped into the bed with her but she was sleeping, or pretending to sleep at least Either way I knew I would have had to force Christina into sex that night, if I wanted it and I myself were too tired so I went to sleep immediately myself. So the next morning, I woke up and saw that the en suite bathroom door to my bedroom was closed, and heard the shower was running. Christina was showering. I sat up, I was naked under the sheets so I picked out a clean pair of boxers, and a baggy, loose black vest I wore around my house. I decided to let her shower, and 'lay out' her clothes for today either around the house or for her if we went out together. I went to her bags, and opened them to see what clothes she had brought with her to stay with me. I owned Christina while she stayed with me, so I felt no guilt unzipping her luggage and bags and emptying its contents on the bed to pick out her clothes. I was surprised at how many pairs of tights, stockings and leggings she brought with her. I was going to enjoy my time with this sexy Latina mamma. I knew there were enough clothes for the next week or so, and I had many ideas of what she could wear for me. I found a pair of black opaque tights, with hearts and crosses designed onto them. There was to be no underwear, she was not going to wear any today; I wanted her ass to be touchable, easy to fuck and easy to access. Next I out a simple, matching black top that she could wear to bed or outside with sweat pants. I waited for her to come out of the shower, and I watched my watch eagerly waiting for her to come out and surprise her with her clothing for the day. Finally I heard the shower turn off, and the lock on the bathroom door turn before the door opened. It was her, Christina and she had one of the big towels I had in the bathroom wrapped around her body hiding her luscious curves. When she saw me standing there, it startled her and she jumped in fright. "No, please I just showered!" I smiled, in the vicious, perverted way I always did around Christina. "If you want to eat, you'll do as I fucking tell you. Now lose the towel, and get over here." Christina was visibly shaking, under the towel as if her legs had turned to jelly instantly. "Lose the fucking towel, or go without food today." "Please, I beg you James. I beg you." That was it, I didn't like Christina challenging me or questioning my instructions so I went over to the bag, and began to throw her clothes excluding the stuff I left out for her. I was being dramatic, theatrical to make her think I was tossing her ass out on the street. "Let's see how long you last out on the streets Chrissy, see what happens when your money runs out and you can't buy anything to eat!" She ran at me, grabbing my arms to stop me pilling her stuff into her bag. "Please! Alright, please stop! I'll do it." The tears rolled down her washed face, as she began to cry holding onto the towel with shaking fingers. "Talk is cheap, take off the fucking towel." Slowly her fingers curled at the ends of the towel, holding it tight around her and slowly she let go of it. It fell and pooled around her feet, as I saw her body in all it's natural, washed glory. She stood there, her hands at her sides clutching at thin air with her fingers. Her big breasts were hanging there, her dark aureoles were so delicious I wanted to suck on them. But it was her thick, hips and ass that won the competition. In all their glory, with no clothing on her tummy was peachy, slightly sticking out over her waist but not too much. She was beautiful to look at fully naked, her smooth pussy was glistening with water from the shower. Her pussy lips slightly gaping, and my cock stirred in my boxers staring at her. Her blonde hair with the streaks through them, were matted to her face, neck and shoulders from the shower. "Now get over to the bed, and dress in what I've left out for you. Now." Christina crossed the room to my bed, and saw the clothes I laid out. The tights, and the top but no underwear. She flipped over the two pieces of clothing, expecting underwear hidden under them. She let out a tired sigh, and dropped the clothes on the bed. "No underwear?" I nodded. "No underwear, and you better get used to wear none around this house or when we're out together." "God, you fucking asshole!" As she swore at me, she picked up the clothes and began to dress in earnest, pulling the tights unceremoniously up her legs, and the top on afterwards looking at me as she pulled the tights from her ass, where they got stuck. "Did they get stuck between your fat ass cheeks?" She gave me the finger, as she ground her teeth in anger at me. "Good girl, now come on. You want breakfast?" Christina grunted, an affirmative answer and followed me into the kitchen with the gentle sounds of soft, nylon on the kitchen titles. "Those tights suit you, Christina. Bet your ass looks good in them." Christina grunted. "Fuck you." I laughed as she sat down at the breakfast counter, and I pulled a frying pan off the wall hook and turned on the stove. "What you want? Bacon and eggs?" Christina nodded. "And sausages, I may as well eat as much as I can around you." I just smiled, and poured some oil into the frying pan and threw in some rashers of bacon, before breaking two eggs into the pan as they sizzled and cooked. As the food cooked, I turned to face her. She was sat staring at me with her legs closed, and she saw me eyeing her up as I cooked her food. "Spread your legs." "No." I smiled, rubbing my cock through my boxers as I stared at her thick, fat thighs encased in her tights. "Spread them, now." Christina cringed, and quickly spread her legs wide open obscenely for me as she looked away in shame. I smiled and continued to cook the breakfast, as I stared at her hairless, smooth cunt visible through the gusset of her tights. I smiled and turned off the stove, as the food was all cooked except the sausages which I'd put on next. "Now get on your fucking knees in front of me, slut. Right down on your knees in your tights, in front of me." Christina was shaking, but after a moment closed her legs and slid down from the stool onto her knees and slid across the kitchen tiles to me, and sat hunched on her feet directly in front of my crotch. Her face directly in front of my boxers, like an obedient dog would do when called. "Open your mouth, cunt-slut." Christina grudgingly opened her mouth as wide as she could, as I took hold of my erect cock in my boxers and shoved it inside her mouth, with the cotton boxers still on. She gasped as the pitched tent violated her mouth, and gagged as I pushed it right to the back of her mouth to her throat. My hands found her big hanging breasts through her top and squeezed them menacingly. "Big ass slut." I held her dirty blonde hair, and holding them in pigtails I rammed my cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her mouth onto me. I pulled out of her mouth, and yanked down my boxers to release my bare cock. I shoved it right back in, giving her no time to react and she began to gag as my cock slammed into the back of her throat, touching her gag reflex. "There we go, you big ass whore. Suck my fucking cock, choke on it. Because we have a very long day ahead of us, and you're the star of it all." Christina gagged, choke and coughed as she stared up at me with disapproving eyes no longer really caring if I raped her, she had no option but to accept it if she wanted to eat, and sleep in my home. This went on for a few minutes, making her choke and gag on me as her breasts swung and bounced with each thrust. I yanked my cock from her mouth, as she desperately gasped for air and oxygen. I turned and with my erect cock between my legs, put her food onto a plate and threw the sausages into the frying pan next, turning on the stove. She was gasping for air, and as her breathing calmed she spoke. "Can-can I sit back on the stool now?" I grinned, frying the sausages. "Go ahead, I have things I can do to you as you sit." Christina dragged herself to her feet and onto the stool as I cooked for her, I saw now the front of her top and parts of her tights were soaked with moistness from her own saliva or sweat. Breathing hard, she sat there waiting for me. I left her alone for ten minutes, after pouring her a glass or Orange juice and giving her the plate of food I already cooked. I would add the sausages to her plate, once they were ready. Once the sausages were cooked, with my cock still hanging out of my boxers I brought the frying pan over and placed the sausages on her plate. I put it down on the stove, and turned it off and stood watching her eat. "Keep eating." I told her as I spread her legs wide open by hand, until the gusset was stretched over her smooth pussy. She didn't do anything, except gasp gently but continued to eat. She knew what to do for her food, she was accepting her situation and this was nothing new to her now. It was as if she was indifferent, eating a piece of sliced sausage as I forced her legs even wider over the stool. She was a sight, her puffy gaping pussy lips open against the nylon. I stroked my hard cock, as I yanked her hair back, not violently but roughly. She gasped, but continued to eat, as I shoved my tongue down her throat and kissed her. Finally she finished eating, and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Are we done?" I pulled her off the stool and lifted her over my shoulder and carried her into the lounge where I watched television. I could hear her crying, and weeping as she swung over my shoulder. I laid her on her back on the couch, and positioned her head at the arm of the couch as she wept. I wasted no time, forcing her mouth open around my cock and at this angle of her head being upturned, I was able to get my cock all the way down to the bottom of her throat as her legs squirmed and cringed. She never tried to sit up, shove me off of her face. Instead she tried to shove more of my cock into her mouth, hoping I would cum faster and her ordeal would be over for a while. But she was wrong, I was ready for hours of this today. I held her head in place as I face fucked her, and the force made her spittle and saliva dribble onto my cock and down onto the carpet. Eventually I grew tired of her mouth, and yanking it from her throat she gasped and coughed once again regaining her breath. "You came prepared for me, all my favorite outfits for a woman to wear you've pretty much got stocked up in your bag. I got to admit, I am a fan of a woman wearing tights, stockings and leggings that really show off her ass and legs. You have it all, in that bag. Enough to keep me going for the rest of your stay, with me." She was crying, the reality of her luggage being made up of clothes I actually preferred her to wear for me, was now going to be the cause of a lot of nightmares. I walked around to her feet, at the other end of the couch and taking hold of her ankles I span her around until her legs were spread wide open, her feet barely touching the floor as her body was manhandled. I wasted no time again, turning her over onto her tummy and her ass sticking out at me as she buried her head in the couch, crying. I forced her legs wider, as her fat ass jiggled as I got behind her on my knees. Yanking down her tights by their waistband, I pulled them down around her knees and shuffled forwards until my cock was prodding her ass and slit. I found her buttocks, and pressing on them I spread them as if this was a scene for a very depraved porn movie. Her puckered anus, gaping now since yesterday and her smooth cunt now wide open from the hammering I gave her, I decided for her ass this time. I pressed my thick cock-head to her anus, and rammed forwards making her yelp, and cry harder as I filled her rectum with my cock. "Nice ass, deserves cock up it on a regular basis Chrissy." I was laughing, as I fucked Christina's ass hard and fast, my balls slapping her buttocks as I pounded my entire length in and out of her bubble butt. I was close, I couldn't hold on any longer and with a few more, daring thrusts I bottomed out in her ass and exploded with a loud grunt. My semen flooded her anus, and slowly dripped out onto my cock and down onto my thighs. Christina was convulsing, shaking as she felt the hot liquid enter and eventually she collapsed on the couch, spread wider and even more obscenely. She was awake, but had lost all of the fight in her. I sat back, pushed my cock back inside my boxers and yanked her tights up over her ass to her waist again keeping my semen inside her anus, until it was staining her tights. I landed one slap on her ass, as it jiggled and stood. "Go shower again slut, we're going out." I left her there, shaking and crying as I went to cook my own breakfast with a smile on my face. ***** All feedback, and comments are appreciated and welcome. My Sister's Friend Christina She cried hard, at the action and I could tell that the thong had struck her bottom quite roughly, because of the elastic being stretched on it, like a slingshot. "You came dressed for this, Christina. Now I may be raping you, but you came dressed to be raped, or at least fucked." I said pulling her thong down fully now, letting it rest below her knees now fully exposing her bottom and thighs. "Fuck you! I'm just a woman, and I can dress as I please. What I wear doesn't mean that any man can justify forcing themselves onto me. It doesn't give them any logical, and legal reason for it!" Christina grunted angrily, feeling insulted and shamed. I spanked both her ass cheeks with both of my thick palms, and she gasped loudly, clenching her eyes shut in pain. "Now you just shut the fuck up, or I'll throw you out the door myself." I growled, and she conceded with going silent. My hands found the valley between her ass cheeks, and I pried her cheeks apart allowing my fingers to touch gold, both her pussy and anus. She shivered from the graphic intrusion of her private areas, as the tips of my fingers grazed her untouched anus, I slid them down to touch her pussy, she was wet. Not as much as I hoped for but there was moisture there, that was for certain. My fingers found her wet clitoris, and in that sweet hole, I touched her deep there making Christina clench her anus shut, and flex her legs uncontrollably. "Keep fucking still!" I said as my fingers grazed her pussy lips once more, and without warning her of it I shoved three of my fingers inside her sopping, wet cunt. "You fucking asshole!" She cried out in pain and surprise, her legs flexed wildly, and she looked like she was close going to collapsing from this sudden violation. "Shut up!" I told her sharply, I spanked both her ass cheeks together again, and without warning her; I tore her very thong off of her legs, I'm sure I had left a mark there on her legs or thighs, that would be visible in the morning. My hands moved, with the torn, shredded thong and shoved it's thickest segment into her mouth, to gag her. I held it in place with my hand. "Keep that fucking in there, Christina. If you utter another word bitch, then it's out the front door you go, where you'll have to go on the fucking game to survive." I told her, threatening her. Her eyes told me she would obey me, it was pure fear of what I was capable of doing to he if she didn't do as I told her. I continued to finger fuck her vagina, and slid my three fingers in and out as I would have done with my cock. RING, RING, RING! My mobile was ringing. "Fuck." I said to myself, irritated that I was being interrupted by the caller. I moved away from Christina who was too terrified, to disobey me again, keeping the thong in her mouth. "Don't you dare, fucking move from there." I warned her, and went over to get my phone, with a massive hard-on in my jeans clearly visible for Christina to see. She nodded, and I picked up my phone and pressed the green button, to accept the call. "Yes, hello?" I said to the unknown caller. "James, it's Bethany. How is everything? Is Christina alright?" It was my sister, Bethany checking up on Christina. "Yeah she's fine." I said simply, wishing I had given a better answer than that. "Well put her on you dumb-ass, I want to talk to her about some things." My sister ordered me with a gentle laugh. Shit, I thought to myself, this was bad. I turned and still in her position she held for me, with her torn thong in her mouth, and her ass high in the air. Her fishnets were still below her bottom, she slowly stood. Christina had to talk to Bethany, just in case my sister became suspicious of how I was treating her friend. If Christina said nothing, because I wouldn't let her speak to her - it would raise more alarm bells. "Hold on, I'll put her on." I said, and slowly walked over to Christina, with receiver of my mobile phone covered with my palm; so Bethany couldn't hear me. "Now keep your fucking dress hiked up, keep the fishnets down and remove the thong from your mouth. Bethany wants to speak to you. Remember, if you say a fucking word to her about this, then you're out of this house on your ass out there, and you're on your own. You got that?" I asked her, with another threat of mine. She nodded her head, shaking like a leaf, as she removed the thong from her mouth and took the phone from me with shaking hands. "Hi, Beth." She said into the phone, forcing a happy tone in her voice, but the words sounded forced. She wasn't playing the role I told her to play, properly. "Yeah I'm fine, your brother has been looking after me very well since I arrived. We're back at his apartment now." She said, as I could see tears in her eyes, slowly rolling down her cheeks. Christina moved around the room slowly, from the couch to the television mounted on the wall; but she didn't pull her fishnets back up, or roll her dress back down to cover herself up. As per my instructions, good girl was learning. "Yeah's he's been a great host- and a good guy." Christina said, forcing the last part of her sentence out from her mouth, as she looked at me disparagingly. "Yeah, he said he could help me out with the cash problems I have. I'll help out around the house, I'll cook for him and stuff. I'll make him feel at home, more than he is now." Christina said not taking her eyes from me, as if hoping this moment would change my mind about what I was doing to her, blackmailing her. No fucking chance of that sweetheart, I thought to myself as I watched her performance. "Yeah, I'll be fine here Bethany. Alright babes, I'll talk to you soon, bye." Christina said saying her goodbyes to my sister, hoping her performance convinced Bethany. Christina ended the call, and looked at me glaringly, handing the phone back to me quickly. "She didn't suspect anything, but this is your chance to stop this before it gets out of hand, James." Christina said, trying to persuade me to stop what I had planned for her, that it was still early enough to put an end to this. "Don't even fucking try that line, Christina. Now get that dress off, put it on the couch. Now." I told her. She shook, and began to let the tears stream down her cheeks as she watched me. Slowly her hands moved down to the bottom of her dress, and as she pulled it up exposing her thick Latina thighs, and bottom to me, my cock grew hard once again. With her fishnets already down under her butt cheeks, I could see her pussy now, and she had a small patch of hair on above her slit. It was like a small bush, and it was glistening wet, the flesh around her pussy was red from inflammation from what my fingers had done earlier. "Don't do this to me, please. I beg of you." She cried, her words almost a whisper. I was beyond listening to her pleading, I dropped my hand to my bulge and squeezed it, while rubbing my hard-on; I slowly moved towards her. "Oh you can go on and cry, as much as you like Christina, but it's not going to move me. Now get the fucking dress off, already." I said approaching her, like a cat in the night, slowly. She pushed the dress up, over her head and it forced her hair into an uneven mess, before throwing it onto the nearby couch without care. She had on a matching, black silk bra, and her breasts seemed to me, to be quite large. Not massive of course, but at least large enough for a woman with such a petite frame, but then seeing her lower torso did faze me as how she was blessed like she was. "Let the games begin, Christina." I said advancing towards her, as I slowly undid the belt of my jeans and pulled the zip of my fly down. Oh yes, I was going to enjoy my games with her, and for a long while to come as well. * Sorry guys if this first installment for this series is short, but I want you to want more, and I want fans to ask for more, and the next installment. I don't want to write a large story, and give everything away, not yet anyway. For readers, please leave a comment if you can, any ideas or feedback you give will be appreciated and used in later installments. Thanks guys, hope you liked it.