The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Greg Young opened the front door. A lone figure stood on the porch. “Hi, son,” Greg said. “Come on in.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Alex replied, stepping inside. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt. The clothing couldn’t entirely hide the changes in his body. Alex had started to put on some muscle.

Greg felt a pang of regret at having gone so long without seeing his son. “I’ve really missed you, Alex,” he said, trying and failing to meet the boy’s eyes.

“Yeah, me too, Dad.” The words were simple but sincere.

Greg looked at him. Had he ever really known the boy? “I... I’m sorry... I...” The ex-football player choked up, unable to continue.

“It’s okay, Dad.” Greg felt Alex’s arms around him—small but surprisingly strong. He hugged his son back, struggling not to cry. “It’s good to see you again, Dad.”

“Yeah. You too, son.” By unspoken agreement, they released each other. “So... um... how’s Tiffany?”

“She’s doing good. Her... uh... her career is really taking off,” Alex replied.

That was good, Greg thought. He knew that his ex-wife had started stripping again. With a body like hers, it was only right that she should be showing it off and making money from it. A pity he hadn’t realized that when they were married. But then, nobody was ever perfect. “She’s taking good care of you, right?”

Alex smiled. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“And how about Katrina? You two are getting along all right, aren’t you?”

Alex’s grin grew broader. “Yeah, we’re fine, Dad. Don’t worry.”

“All right,” Greg said, ruffling his son’s hair playfully. “Come on in,” he said, leading the way to the living room.

The room was largely the way it had been when Greg had “acquired” the house from Vince. A black leather couch dominated one wall, flanked by a matching easy chair and love seat. An elegant brick fireplace was built into another wall next to a well-stocked wet bar.

The only real addition of Greg’s was the big-screen TV on the wall opposite the couch. Perhaps the only thing that hadn’t changed for Greg in the past nine months was his love of sports. He still spent every weekend on the couch in front of the TV, just as he always had. Of course, these days he always had a couple of the whores around to take care of things—getting him beer, fixing him a sandwich, blowing his prick, that sort of thing. Tonight, of course, he had made sure to have a few extras available, just in case.

The six scantily-clad young women sitting in the room turned their heads almost in unison as Greg led his son in. “Girls,” Greg said, ushering the boy into the room, “this is my son Alex.”

As if on cue, the girls stood up and swarmed all over the boy, cooing excitedly. Greg watched as the six party-girls fawned over the boy. “He’s so cute!” gushed Cindy, a slender blonde wearing a shiny gold tank top and matching bikini panties. She rested one hand lightly on Alex’s shoulder and began to softly caress, looking at him hungrily.

“Just like his father,” enthused Lisa. The top-heavy brunette, clad in a low-cut, high-hemmed black dress, was busy rubbing her barely-contained tits against Alex’s other arm. The expression on her face was equally lusty.

Brandy, a statuesque, raven-haired beauty wearing a tube top and microskirt, was standing directly in front of the boy. “I wonder how much like him,” she remarked slyly, winking at the others as she gently brushed her hand against Alex’s crotch. The six hookers erupted in a fit of collective giggling.

Greg smiled as he watched his finest sluts fawn over his son. He’d told them before Alex arrived that they’d be expected to treat Alex well and do whatever he wanted. But he hadn’t expected them to be so infatuated with the boy. He could see it in their eyes, though. They wanted him.

Greg didn’t understand it, but he was proud nonetheless that the bimbos found his son so hot. Alex, too, seemed to be pleased as he looked up and down the girls’ trim bodies. No doubt the boy was trying to decide who to fuck first. Greg looked on as the boy began reaching out to the vixens, stroking an ass here, squeezing a tit there. The girls giggled at his touch and flirted back, presenting their bodies for his perusal. Greg was proud of them, too, proud that his son found his sluts so sexy.

Smoothly but firmly, Alex pulled his collection of fawning females over to the couch, where he sat down. Brandy and Cindy snuggled up on either side, while Lisa positioned herself behind the boy and began rubbing his shoulders. The other girls began to pout, but Greg stepped in quickly, sending Stacy and Nikki to the bar to fix drinks for everyone. He pulled Alicia onto his lap as he settled into the easy chair. The brunette purred contentedly as Greg began idly rubbing her legs and ass.

“So is the TVBox working okay for you?” Alex asked from the couch. Alex had his arms around the two bitches flanking him, his hands idly caressing their breasts. Brandy and Cindy sighed contentedly as they rubbed Alex’s legs and shoulders.

“Huh? Oh, uh... yeah, it’s working fine,” Greg replied, glancing nervously over at the black VCR-like box that sat on top of the TV. It had been a gift from Alex several months ago. It was plugged into the TV on one end and into the feed from the satellite dish on the other end. According to Alex, it was supposed to work kind of like a VCR, except without tapes.

But Greg had been totally unable to figure out how to work the damn thing. The remote control for it featured a bewildering array of buttons and switches with labels like “MXP ON” and “FTCR 2”. The directions that came with the unit were written only in Japanese. He’d spent a few hours trying to work the thing before giving up and watching a baseball game. He’d fully intended to take it down and put it away, but after a few hours watching TV he’d changed his mind. After all, it was a father’s obligation to accept his son’s gifts gracefully. And the box didn’t interfere with his regular use of the TV. It just sat up there on top, the green power light shining happily.

And really, the box had made him realize just how bad a father he’d been to Alex. A good father, he’d realized while watching TV, had certain responsibilities to his son. He had a duty to make sure his son was well-supported financially. He had a duty to respect his son’s wishes and do whatever he was asked. And, of course, he had a duty to make sure his son got plenty of pussy.

Greg smiled as he watched the horny sluts on the couch fawning over his son. Cindy was gently tickling the boy’s ear with her tongue while Brandy had pulled up her tube top to show Alex her firm, round boobs. Alex toyed idly with an erect nipple, eliciting a moan from the black-haired bimbo. “And the tapes? Are they working out all right?” he asked.

“They’re great! See for yourself,” Greg replied, chuckling. Shortly after the TVBox had arrived, Alex had sent Greg a box filled with copies of an instructional video titled “Pleasing Your Man in Bed.” The note accompanying the shipment had suggested that Greg might want to distribute the tapes to his girls. The whole thing had seemed a bit weird to Greg, but he’d decided that as a father it was his duty to accept his son’s gifts gracefully. So he’d given them out to the whores.

Surprisingly, the sluts had loved the tapes. Whenever he had a few over for an evening of fun, they’d invariably start talking about how much they enjoyed watching the videos, and how much fun they had practicing what they’d learned. For the first time, it seemed that the girls really enjoyed the sex.

And they’d apparently learned quite a lot. Greg’s customers had always been very happy with his girls, but shortly after the tapes arrived, customer satisfaction skyrocketed. Demand for Greg’s whores had nearly doubled, and he’d been able to raise his prices and increase his revenue substantially. When a second box of videotapes (“60 Minutes to Giving Better Head”) arrived from Alex a month later, the sluts had eagerly accepted them, and shortly thereafter Greg had raised the prices of his hookers again.

It was shortly after the third batch of videos had been distributed that Greg began noticing another change. The girls had slowly begin to lose interest in the drugs. At first, Greg had been worried—if they got to a point where they no longer needed his supply of coke, then he’d have no power over them, no way to keep them in line.

But at the same time, he’d started to think that being in the drug trade wasn’t a good idea anyway. While sitting in front of the TV, he’d start to feel guilty about extorting his sluts that way. And he’d worry about what would happen if the cops tracked him down.

And so Greg had sat by while every girl in his stable had stopped snorting. Amazingly, none of them had wanted to leave him. Their hunger for cocaine seemed to have been replaced by a hunger for cock, and his cock in particular. They remained faithful and obedient, happily letting Greg sell their mouths and pussies to anyone with the cash, and they fucked their johns with a passion that had been missing before.

Greg had taken the opportunity to get out of the drug trade completely. Some of his customers had grumbled, but they still came to him when they needed an enthusiastic girl to fuck. Greg’s whores were making him money hand over fist, and it was silly to endanger that by exposing himself to the drug trade.

Greg’s reminiscence was interrupted when he realized that his cock was straining against his jeans. Alicia had been grinding her tight little ass into his crotch for several minutes now, and his body had naturally responded. Time to do something about that. “Blow me, babe,” he ordered.

The brunette smiled at him as she slid off his lap and came to her knees between his outstretched legs. Sweet little Alicia. She’d been the first of his bitches, and she was still his favorite. He rarely pimped her anymore, preferring instead to keep her around the house as his personal maid, cook, and sex toy. Greg watched as she pulled his rock-hard shaft out of his pants, brushing her thick brown hair out of the way as she fastened her luscious red lips around it. He sighed in pleasure as the horny slut slowly began to pump her head up and down on his prick, her eyes shining with lust.

He looked again at Alex. By this point, Cindy and Brandy were both nude, save for their high heels and the dangly jewelry that tinkled merrily as they rubbed their bodies against the boy’s. Alex’s pants were lying on the floor and his legs were spread, with each girl straddling one leg facing him. The little tramps were slowly sliding back and forth, rubbing their exposed pussies against him as they stroked his erect cock with their hands. Greg was pleased to discover that his son was quite well-hung. The girls seemed quite happy about it as well. Lisa was still standing behind Alex, rubbing his shoulders and chest while her pillow-like tits cradled the back of his head, her eyes locked on his massive member.

“Gawd, Alex, you’re so big!” Brandy cooed in her sexiest voice. “I sure would love to have that monster in my tight little pussy,” she groaned, squeezing the base of his shaft.

“Not now, bitch,” Alex said dismissively. Brandy seemed a bit taken aback by his response, biting her lip nervously. Greg chuckled softly at the slut’s discomfort. He was quite sure that Brandy wasn’t used to having men refuse her advances, and he was proud of his son for reminding the strumpet of her place.

“So business is good?” Alex asked, turning to his father.

“Pretty good,” Greg replied, running his hand idly through Alicia’s hair as the whore continued to blow his wand. “Except...” He paused. Should he really be burdening his son with his worries?

“Except what?” Alex prompted. There was an odd tone to his question. Almost as though the boy already knew what was bothering his father.

“The girls are earning me plenty right now, but... Well, there’s no new blood coming in. All I’ve got are the whores that Vince left me. They’re great, but I’m not getting any new ones. I’m afraid the customers are going to get bored without some new pussy.” He felt guilty immediately. Surely he shouldn’t be bother Alex with his business problems. “Sorry, I know there’s nothing you can do about it...”

“Well, actually,” Alex said as he reached between Cindy’s legs to rub her pussy, “maybe I can.” He continued on, seemingly unaware of the blonde’s sharp gasp of pleasure. “Tiffany mentioned that some of the other strippers at her club have been asking about what it was like to be a whore. Maybe she could feel them out a bit, see how interested they are, and maybe send a few of them to you?”

Greg was amazed. “Yeah... yeah, that would be great. Even if it was only one or two, I could really use the help. I’ve doubled the prices on my bitches since I took over this operation, and I’m still having a hard time meeting demand.”

Alex grinned. “I’ll see what I can do, dad.”

“Thanks, son,” Greg replied. More than ever, he regretted all the years he’d spent without really knowing his son. What a great kid Alex was. “By the way, are you getting enough action at home? If you want to borrow one or two of my sluts for a week or so, I could...”

“Uh... that’s.. that’s okay, Dad,” Alex replied hesitantly. “I’m... um... I’m doing all right. Thanks anyway, though.”

Greg chuckled. “Silly of me to ask, I guess. You probably have a couple of foxy cheerleaders giving you pussy night and day, don’t you?”

“Well... yeah, I guess you might say that,” Alex replied with a wry grin.

Brandy chose this moment to make another play for the boy’s cock. “Alex,” she breathed in a sultry sex-kitten voice, “have you ever fucked an eight hundred dollar pussy?” She used one hand to spread her cunt-lips open, displaying the wet pink flesh inside for the teenage boy. She licked her shiny red lips for emphasis. Brandy’s snatch was the most expensive in Greg’s stable, which made her something of a prima donna.

Alex seemed nonplussed. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe later.” He turned his attention back to Cindy, his fingers caressing her lithe body.

Greg smiled as he watched Brandy grow more agitated. “Alex,” she said urgently, “don’t you want to try my pussy? Everyone says I’m the best fuck in town."”

“Not now, slut,” he answered sternly.

“Please, Alex,” Brandy whined. “I can make you feel so good!” She leaned forward, her crotch humping urgently against Alex’s leg.

The boy turned to look at Greg. “Horny little slut, isn’t she?”

Greg chuckled. Alex had reduced the stuck-up bitch to desperate pleading. Greg felt immense pride in his son. The boy... no, the man knew how to twist a slut around his finger and make her beg to be used. A real chip off the old block, even if he wasn’t a football player.

“Alex...” the raven-haired bimbo mewled. “Please... fuck meeeeeee...”

“Oh, all right,” Alex sighed. “If you’re going to keep whining about it, then go ahead and show me this wonderful pussy of yours,” he said, leaning back into Lisa’s plump chest. Brandy squealed with glee and climbed onto Alex’s lap. The horny bitch wasted no time impaling herself on Alex’s manhood, groaning unintelligibly as she slid her pussy around his cock.

Greg watched as his prime-cut slut began humping up and down his son’s shaft, her hips twitching and rolling as she did so. Alex would be experiencing the ride of his life as the whore’s well-trained muscles massaged his massive prick. Greg noted with pride that Alex had the presence of mind to guide Cindy’s head down to his crotch, where the blonde began to eagerly lap at Alex’s cock and Brandy’s engorged clit.

Greg tore himself away from watching his son long enough to push Alicia’s mouth off his cock and reposition her on the floor, lying on her back. Greg climbed atop her and thrust his engorged member into her sopping wet snatch, eliciting a cry of delight from the gorgeous brunette. Stacy and Nikki, who until that time had been waiting patiently on the love seat, came over and began caressing Greg’s body, occasionally licking the base of his pistoning shaft and rubbing Alicia’s erect nipples and clit.

Fifteen minutes later, Greg shuddered and came, his cock pumping wad after wad of jism into Alicia’s hungry twat. As was always the case with his sluts, Alicia came when he did. The walls of her pussy tightened rhythmically around his throbbing member, squeezing every last drop of man-cream out of his balls. Greg rolled off of the spent whore, and Nikki and Stacy dove in to clean up, their tongues eagerly licking the sticky fuck-fluids from Alicia’s snatch and Greg’s shaft.

Greg looked up and realized with a start that Alex hadn’t shot his load yet. Brandy was still humping furiously, groaning in frustration as she sought to bring Alex to orgasm. Greg was amazed; he himself had never lasted more than five minutes inside Brandy’s exquisite pussy. The hussy looked to be on the edge of tears as she struggled to extract the come from Alex’s cock, her chest heaving as she bucked against him.

At last, she fell on top of him, panting with exhaustion, her crotch lying still. “I... I... I can’t...” she gasped.

“Then get off,” Alex commanded. Brandy looked up at him pleading with her eyes. “Now, bitch!” he growled. The whore nodded, lifting herself off his cock. Alex turned to Cindy. “Climb aboard, slut,” he commanded.

The black-haired diva-slut sank to her knees in defeat beside Alex as the slender blonde, her lips and chin shining with love juice, positioned herself astride Alex. Trembling, she placed her dripping wet snatch directly above his meaty prick. With a shriek of pleasure, she gratefully impaled herself on Alex’s tool, moaning in delight as her tight twat was stretched to accept his manhood. As Cindy began her first upward thrust away from Alex, her head dipped forward, the blonde tresses hiding her face, but not the groans of a bitch in heat.

Greg looked on, amazed. Somehow Alex had withstood a quarter hour of Brandy’s well-trained pussy. He noticed Lisa was almost smiling as she continued to massage Alex’s shoulders and chest. The whores were all friends, but there was always a bit of rivalry among them. Brandy would surely catch a few catty remarks about her eight hundred dollar pussy coming away empty. Well, it served the stuck-up bitch right, Greg thought.

It didn’t take long before Alex shot his wad inside Cindy, causing the blonde whore to shudder with an orgasm of her own. Greg watched proudly as Alex’s spunk dripped out of the slut’s tight twat. Alex wasted no time ordering Brandy to clean up the resulting mess. The humbled bitch did so willingly, responding to Alex’s command without hesitation. The kid was a natural at handling sluts.

A real chip off the old block.

“Now spread your legs a little further, Tiffany,” Alex ordered. The blonde complied, pulling her legs open with her hands. “Tongue a little further out, Katrina... there we go.” Tiffany watched as the gorgeous redhead’s tongue extended toward her pussy. Alex’s camera flashed appreciatively. Tiffany moaned as Alex moved his camera in for a close-up shot of Katrina licking her moist snatch. The whole scene was getting her so fucking hot!

“Alex!” the blonde gasped. “Hurry up! I neeeed it!” She squirmed under Katrina’s curvaceous body, trying to grind her overheated crotch against the redhead’s moist tongue.

“Stop fidgeting, slut!” Alex snapped. “You’re going to stay there until I get this shot.”

“But Alllll-eeeex!” Katrina whined, “we’ve been doing this for hours! I need it toooo!”

Alex lowered the camera and fixed the two girls with a stern glare. “Listen to me. We’re going to finish this shot if I have to tie you sluts to the bed.” Tiffany gasped in pleasure as she thought about the last time Alex had tied her up. But she fought down her excitement. Alex was angry, and it wouldn’t do to get him angrier. A good sister always tried to keep her little brother happy. “Now,” Alex continued, “if I hear another peep out you bitches before we get done, you’re both going to go to bed without getting any cock. Am I making myself clear?”

Tiffany nodded silently and saw Katrina do the same. Alex had stayed at his father’s house over the weekend, and it had been almost three days since either of them had felt Alex’s manhood inside them. Both girls’ pussies ached for the filling that only Alex could provide. They’d tried everything they could think of over the last two nights to satiate their cock-lust—tongues, fingers, and even the assortment of toys they posed with for pictures.

Alex had come home that afternoon to find the girls passed out on the bed, their pussies joined by a huge double-dildo. They’d spent hours and hours grinding it against each other, desperate to reach orgasm. Try as they might, neither of them had been able to come. To make matters even more frustrating, Alex had insisted on doing a photoshoot before fucking them. The hours of posing for the camera had worn Tiffany’s nerves raw, her cunt aching for Alex’s wonderful manhood. Tiffany knew that her sister was just as desperate for cock as she was, and neither of them wanted to risk going another night with a painfully empty pussy. Besides, it was the right thing to do: good sisters always did as their younger brother told them.

“Good,” Alex said. “Now spread your legs a little further, Tiff. There you go. Good slut. Now Katrina, let’s see a little more tongue...” The boy raised his camera again and began snapping pictures. Tiffany tried to relax and let her mind wander as Alex continued to shoot. Tonight was her night off from work, and she was looking forward to it.

Not that she didn’t enjoy her work; far from it. Tiffany was the most popular stripper in the Beaver Trap’s lineup, and she took pride in the fact that men drove in from miles around to see her perform. Tiffany was the club’s featured entertainer, the showcase attraction, and she worked hard to put on the sexiest performances she could.

Of course, her success wasn’t entirely due to her sultry good looks or her energetic, sexually charged dancing. She owed a lot of her popularity to the public-relations work Alex had done for her. Alex had figured out that the publicity she’d gotten in newspapers and on TV after being exposed as a hooker could be used to her advantage. Tiffany sighed. Alex was so much smarter than his sisters.

Alex had set himself up as her manager and started making phone calls to all sorts of places—supermarket tabloids, daytime talk-shows, porn magazines—setting up interviews, TV appearances, and photo shoots. The next two months had been a whirlwind of activity as Tiffany bounced from one appointment to the next. One day she was being interviewed for one of the supermarket scandal sheets, the next she was spreading her legs for some adult magazine photographer.

In between appointments, Alex had insisted that she watch plenty of TV to help her relax. Tiffany had been uncertain about this at first—she really wanted to spend her free time getting fucked by Alex—but she had complied with his wishes. After all, a good sister always did what her little brother told her. And it really had relaxed her. She had been amazed at how comfortable she felt through the whole process. Everything seemed to come naturally. She was perfectly at ease spreading her pussy and cupping her tits for the photographers’ cameras. She had no trouble discussing how much she enjoyed stripping with a tabloid reporter.

The whole process was tiring, but in the end it paid off. The publicity had made her the hottest sensation on the strip-club circuit. Tiffany had nearly orgasmed on the spot the first time she’d seen herself on the cover of Party Girls magazine. Horny men flocked to the Beaver Trap from miles around to see the legendary cheerleader-turned-whore-turned-stripper.

Alex had used her popularity as leverage to strike an exclusive deal with the Beaver Trap. Tiffany didn’t know the details; she let Alex manage the money. He was so smart... and so sexy. All she knew was that her name was up in lights on the Beaver Trap’s marquee. Even after all these months, she still got a thrill out of walking on stage knowing that all those horny men were lusting after her fabulous body, that they’d come from miles around just for the chance to see her shake her tits and spread her pussy. And she still orgasmed every time she rubbed her clit against that steel pole.

Tiffany worked five nights a week. Usually, Alex would take her and Katrina to bed around eight and spend a couple of hours fucking them both, or letting them suck him off. Then Tiffany would leave for work and spend the next four or five hours performing at the Beaver Trap. She’d come home around three, exhausted but happy, and climb into bed with Alex and Katrina.

And then three hours later she’d wake up to find Katrina rubbing her pussy or licking her nipples. After a few minutes of foreplay, the two horny vixens would go about waking Alex up, their lithe tongues caressing his magnificent cock, bringing him to orgasm as he awoke. Some mornings, Alex was frisky enough to give his bitches a good-morning banging afterwards. Once Alex was satisfied, Tiffany would make breakfast for the family and see Alex and Katrina off to school before crawling back into bed to sleep until noon, dreaming about the steamy fuck-fest the three of them were going to give her that evening.

The past weekend, of course, had been different. Alex had spent two nights at his father’s place for the first time since the divorce. The divorce had been quite painless; Greg had allowed Tiffany to keep the house and custody of the kids, and had agreed to pay a rather generous amount of alimony and child support. Or at least that’s what Alex said; Tiffany found it easier to let Alex handle that. Numbers were just so confusing.

Tiffany thought it was just wonderful that Alex and his father got along so well. She’d been afraid that their first visit since the divorce would be stressful for Alex, but he’d come home very happy and very relaxed. And that TVBox that Alex had given his father! After buying it, the boy had spent days in his bedroom with the device open and electronic parts lying everywhere. When Tiffany had asked about it, Alex explained that he was making some special improvements to the box so that Greg would be able to get the most out of it. What a wonderfully generous boy he was!

“All right, sluts. One last set and then we’re done.” Tiffany felt her pussy warming anew, eager for Alex’s cock. “Tiffany, you stay right where you are. Katrina, climb on top of your sister and give her a nice big kiss. I want to see those wet little pussies snuggled right up next to each other.” Tiffany smiled as the gorgeous redhead positioned her voluptuous body above Tiffany’s own and leaned down to touch lips.

Tiffany melted into the kiss, sucking hungrily on Katrina’s full, pouty lips, her tongue probing the redhead’s soft mouth. Knowing that Alex was watching and taking pictures was a huge turn-on. “That’s it, you horny little lesbo-sluts. I’m getting hard just watching you,” he said, his camera clicking furiously. Katrina groaned into Tiffany’s mouth, and the blonde felt her own pussy clenching at her brother’s words. The two sisters always loved to fuck each other, but they found it doubly erotic when Alex was watching. Tiffany got so excited at the thought that they were putting on a show for Alex’s entertainment.

“Okay, you little bimbos, let’s see some pink. I want you to spread each other’s pussies wide open.” Growling with lust, Tiffany stretched one arm out between Katrina’s legs, spreading the lips of her sister’s clean-shaven snatch. She whined softly as she felt Katrina mirroring the action with her own pussy. Their kissing became even more urgent as Alex moved the camera in close to their exposed cunts. Tiffany’s spine tingled as she thought about all the horny men who would be looking at those pictures.

She gasped as she heard Alex set down the camera and unzip his pants. “All right, you horny little sluts, that’s all for today. Time for some fun. Now just stay right there and keep those cunts wide open.” Tiffany’s body grew tense as she felt Alex’s hands on her hips and the head of his cock brushing the sensitive lips of her snatch. She was going to get to go first!

The blonde ex-cheerleader screamed in delight as Alex gripped her hips tightly, his massive cock slamming into her aching pussy. All the tension of the last three days flowed away as her snatch stretched to accommodate Alex’s wonderful cock. “Oh, God!” she moaned. “Give it to me, Alex!”

Alex grunted as he felt the blonde stripper’s cunt squeezing his rock-hard prick. Tiffany’s pussy didn’t have the same tightness to it that Katrina’s did, but Tiffany’s technique was still better-developed than the redhead’s. Alex slowly slid his shaft out of the moist snatch, withdrawing himself until the purple head of his tool was almost visible before sliding his manhood back into Tiffany’s dripping cunt. The blonde groaned in passion as her well-trained body once again began rhythmically squeezing his meaty shaft.

He smiled as he watched the two sexy sluts on the bed eagerly kissing each other, their hands caressing each other’s lovely bodies. Katrina’s tongue glistened with wetness as the redhead eagerly licked her sister’s luscious tits. It was all for his benefit, of course. The bimbos always made sure to give him a good show. Tiffany had taught Katrina a lot of things about putting on a performance.

And Tiffany knew a lot about performing. The blonde stripper spent ten hours a week just practicing—working on new dance routines and learning how to take off new costumes in the most lust-inducing ways. Alex had arranged to have a metal pole installed in the basement just for Tiffany to practice with. And all the hard work was paying off—the sexy ex-cheerleader was drawing record crowds to the Beaver Trap to see her tits, ass, and pussy. The club was making money hand over fist.

As for Tiffany, she wasn’t making any money at all. Rather, she was being paid in the form of equity in the club. In another three months, Tiffany would own a controlling interest in the Beaver Trap. Six months after that, she would own the whole thing lock, stock, and barrel. Which meant, of course, that Alex would own it.

And what a fine day that would be! Alex had big plans for the club. The first order of business would be to install video monitors in all the backstage areas of the club. The monitors would serve to help the dancers to more fully enjoy their jobs. It was important, after all, for employees to have a high degree of job satisfaction. Of course, as the manager, Alex would have to make frequent trips backstage to pump up the employees’ morale. He chuckled at the thought.

Alex was also rather impressed with the job his father was doing managing his own business. He’d been taking a gamble by sending Greg after Vince, but it had paid off handsomely. Greg was making a bundle, enough to support Alex and the girls through alimony and child-support payments while Tiffany earned a share of the Beaver Trap.

It had also been risky to try to get Greg’s whores off of the drugs. Two of them had been so addicted that going cold turkey had almost killed them. Greg had given them each several thousand dollars and cut them free so they could get professional treatment. Alex hadn’t micromanaged that; it had come about naturally as a result of Greg’s programmed compassion for his bitches. It was a shame to lose them, but Alex knew that both he and his father slept easier at night than they otherwise would have.

And anyway, the sluts Greg still owned had turned out to be fantastically good lays. Alex had had a thoroughly enjoyable weekend, taking the opportunity to sample the skills of each of the six bitches on hand. Six talented mouths, six exquisite pussies. Alex loved Tiffany and Katrina dearly, and thoroughly enjoyed fucking their brains out regularly, but the weekend at his father’s had taught him the pleasure of variety. He was already looking forward to his next visit with Greg. Of course, he already had another plan in motion to acquire some fresh playthings. The new scheme had meant delaying Katrina’s debut as a stripper, but Alex felt it was worth that.

Tiffany was bucking and screaming now, an orgasm crashing through her luscious body. Alex chuckled as he felt her pussy contracting around his member. The poor slut had been starved for cock all weekend, and she had barely lasted five minutes on his tool.

Alex himself was nowhere near orgasm yet; he still had to fuck Katrina, so he was pacing himself. Over the recent months, Alex had taught himself to control his own orgasm, staying calm and savoring the pleasure of fucking his bitches for long periods, sometimes hours at a time. He wasn’t one of those men who never let himself come; far from it. Alex always made sure to give his sluts a nice load of spunk at the end of the evening as a reward for all their hard work. But he’d found that he preferred one big, long ejaculation to several small ones.

That self-training, of course, had allowed him to withstand the skilled pussy of that stuck-up slut Brandy at his father’s place the other night. Even then, it had been a near thing, requiring all of Alex’s willpower to keep from exploding inside her. But he’d done it, and he’d thoroughly enjoyed teaching the arrogant bitch a lesson.

Tiffany had finished coming. Alex withdrew his cock from her exhausted pussy, drawing a moan of pleasure from the spent blonde. Now it was her sister’s turn.

Ah. Katrina. Alex’s thoughts went back to the beginning of their relationship. He remembered how his lust for his sexy older sister had started this whole adventure. There would be other cock-hungry sluts, other sex-starved bitches, other dripping-wet pussies. But there would never be another quite like dear old Katrina.

Alex groaned in pleasure as he slipped his rock-hard member into his sister’s dripping cunt.

Katrina screeched in passion as she felt Alex’s massive manhood stretching her tight, wet snatch. After a whole weekend without cock, the feeling of her brother’s meat inside almost sent her into an immediate orgasm. “Fuck me, Alex!” she screamed, grinding her pussy obscenely against his crotch, desperate to get herself off. “Fuck meeeee!”

“Settle down, bitch!” Alex responded sharply, slapping her on the ass. “One more outburst like that and I’ll go back to your sister’s pussy.”

Katrina felt ashamed as she fought to control herself. She’d been so horny that she’d forgotten everything that Tiffany had taught her about pleasing a man. How selfish she’d been to think of her own pleasure before Alex’s! She forced herself to be calm, letting Alex dictate the pace of the fucking. A good slut takes care of her man’s needs before her own. “Oh, Alex... Your cock feels so good...” she moaned lustily, her pussy squeezing her brother’s rock-hard shaft. Tiffany had taught her how important it was to remind Alex what a stud he was.

Tiffany had taught her so many things in the last few months. Like how to shave her pussy bare so it would shine in the lights of a strip club stage. And how to use her tongue to tickle the sensitive spots on a cock. How to oil her tits before mashing them around a steel pole. Exactly how to lick her lips in order to make men cream their pants. How to take care of inch-long fingernails and how to hold a cock without digging them into it.

“Oh, God, yeah,” the redhead moaned, twisting her head back and forth as Alex continued to pound into her. Her pussy was quickly heating up as the pleasure from Alex’s prick rocked her cock-hungry body. “Fuck my tight little pussy with your big dick,” she groaned. She felt Tiffany’s agile tongue on her nipple, and reached up to cup her generous tits, making sure Alex had a good view. “Oh, God, you’re so huge!” she cooed in her best sex-kitten voice.

Katrina was frustrated, though, that she wasn’t able to use most of her new skills. She couldn’t start stripping professionally until she turned eighteen. She wanted so badly to go out on stage and show off her sexy body with its tight round ass, ripe juicy tits, and soft pink pussy. She wanted to have hundreds of men lusting after her body, dreaming of fucking her. Katrina had begged Alex to let her lie about her age. She knew she could pass for eighteen. But Alex had been very firm: she’d have to wait until she was legal. It all seemed so unfair, but she didn’t try to argue. After all, a good sister was obedient to her little brother. So she did what she could, practicing her moves downstairs, looking at herself in the mirror, and putting all her energy into the photoshoots she did with Alex. And of course she still spent plenty of time watching TV.

“Oh, yes!” she shrieked, pumping her hips desperately back at her brother’s cock. “Fuck me, Alex! Fuck meeeee!” No longer able to control herself, Katrina screeched and moaned, her body thrashing madly as a tidal wave of orgasm washed over her. Tiffany’s mouth had moved from her tits to her pussy, driving the redheaded teenager to new heights of ecstasy as Alex continued to pump her pulsating snatch.

Katrina mewled as she felt his shaft sliding out of her cunt. “All right, you little sluts, you better be able to finish what you started,” Alex said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his knees wide. “Let’s see if your mouths can do what your pussies couldn’t.”

The two whores raced off the bed and dropped to their knees in front of him. Katrina leaned forward, snaking her tongue out to gently stroke the base of Alex’s shaft. She watched patiently as Tiffany took him into her well-trained mouth and slowly began to pump her head up and down, her shiny red lips sliding smoothly along the thick phallus.

“Share with your sister, now,” Alex instructed. The blonde let his shaft slide out of her mouth, a sheepish look on her face. Katrina brought her head up, swiftly devouring Alex’s manhood. She carefully began to suck him off, trying to remember all the little tricks Tiffany had taught her. She brushed the long, red hair away from her face, making sure Alex had an unobstructed view of the blowjob. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, babe,” Alex moaned. “Blow me, bitch, blow me!” Katrina loved it when he gave her little compliments like that. She really wanted nothing more than to please Alex and service his cock.

In a few weeks, though, school was going to start, and she wasn’t going to be able to spend all day with him anymore. Katrina had begged Alex to let her drop out of school, telling him how much better a slut she could be if she could spend all day at home practicing. But again, Alex had been firm, insisting that she was going to go to school and complete her senior year. And so Katrina had accepted that she’d have to wait; after all, a good sister did what her little brother told her.

But at least there would be some good things about it. Katrina was looking forward to seeing her friends again. Her gorgeous, sexy, cheerleader friends. She didn’t know why, but the thought of being in a locker room and seeing them naked had been getting her really excited recently. Alex had even suggested that she could have a lot of slumber parties with her girlfriends. Staying up all night and watching TV with all of her sexy friends sounded like so much fun!

“Katrina,” Alex said, his lightly scolding tone jerking her back to reality. She looked up, startled, her head frozen in mid-stroke. “Share with your sister.” Embarrassed, Katrina let Alex slide out of her mouth, moving her head down to resume licking his balls as Tiffany moved in to continue the blowjob.

The girls continued for another twenty minutes, alternately sucking on Alex’s cock. At last, though, Katrina felt Alex’s massive member begin to pulse in her mouth and began to increase the tempo of her strokes. It wasn’t long before Alex bellowed in ecstasy, his hands firmly grabbing Katrina’s head. Moments later, the cock between her lips pumped mightily, sending spurt after spurt of thick, salty jism into her hungry mouth. Katrina sucked eagerly on the exploding prick, savoring the wonderful taste of Alex’s man-cream.

This was what she loved more than anything else, the sensation of Alex’s come flowing into her body. She felt so close to Alex when he came inside her, so... sisterly. Nothing made her happier than being Alex’s slut. Not stripping, not posing for the camera. Nothing. A good sister, she thought once again, is a slut for her little brother.

At last, Alex’s cock stopped pumping come into her mouth, and Katrina relaxed, gently sliding the softening prick out of her satisfied mouth. She leaned back, looking up happily at Alex, her cheeks filled with his spunk. She knew what was coming next, but she waited for him to say it.

“Share with your sister, Katrina.”

Katrina turned to face her gorgeous older sister. The two girls embraced, their sexy bodies squeezing tightly against each other for Alex’s viewing enjoyment. Their lips met softly and the girls kissed deeply, Alex’s thick jism flowing from Katrina’s mouth to Tiffany’s. Katrina felt the blonde’s tongue sliding into her mouth, eagerly lapping up the milky fluid.

Katrina felt the come leaking out of their mouths, trickling down her chin and falling onto her boobs. She heard Alex chuckling and experienced another warm glow, pleased that he was enjoying watching his come drip all over his bitches’ tits.

She was so happy that the three of them had grown so close. She knew that whatever happened, Alex would take care of her and Tiffany, keeping them safe and giving them all the cock they needed. And together, the three of them would face the future as one happy family.