Date: Mon, 2 May 2005 11:41:00 EDT
From: MURPTA@aol.com
Subject: my sister made me her whore

I was 18 years old and it was the summer before I went to college. My
sister, Rene, was 20 and a knockout. She was 5'9" 125 lbs long black hair
and legs that wouldn't quit....and she was a bitch! All my friends ogled
her and I had to admit I did too. It was a hot summer and she loved to
parade around the house with little clothing to cover her perfect young
body. She looked liked Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. I
was living with a super model...with an attitude!

I was tall awkward and shy. I had never had sex and used to masturbate
constantly. I would wake up every morning with a hard on, go down to the
kitchen just to see what skimpy outfit she had slept in. She knew I was a
horny little dweeb and she used her body to drive me crazy and get her
way.

My parents were never around, so the two of us had to keep the house
straight and do the laundry etc. It was supposed to be split evenly, but
she always got her way. She had a heavy social calendar and I had
nothing. I thought of nothing but her body. We fought every now and then
and she would end up slapping me or kicking me and then I would do what
she wanted. The hotter she looked, the more she hit, and the more I gave
in.

She started to notice this pattern and took advantage of it. I came down
one morning in just my running shorts, because it was brutally hot....
and there she was: Tight ass-hugging shorts, half-shirt tank top, with
her long legs propped up on the table and those perfect tits practically
popping out of her tight tank top. Her stomach was tight and her body was
perfectly tanned. I could not even speak I was so aroused. She was not my
sister, she was my obsession. I was a 98 lb weakling living with a sexual
dynamo.

"Good morning loser.... Nice body" she laughed.

"No wonder you get no pussy. You look like a weak ass sissy"

She loved to verbally humiliate me and honestly I loved it too. She knew
it.

I mumbled something and went for the coffee.

"Hey do me a favor," she cooed. "Go get the laundry started, I need some
clothes for my date tonight. You know what a date is right"

"Do your own laundry" I shot back. God I loved when she taunted me. I
want to go whack off right now.

She got out of her chair and slowly and seductively sauntered over to me.
She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Did you not hear me, sissyboy?" she said with her lips inches from my
ear. I couldn't move. She rubbed her beautiful supple breasts against my
shoulder and whispered, "you will do this for me, or do I have to bitch
slap you again?"

I just lowered my head and stumbled away toward the laundry room. I could
hear her laughing the whole way. I went into her room to get her laundry
basket before going off to masturbate. Her basket was filled with bras,
panties, thongs, and garters. I ran my hands through them one by one. I
smelled her panties and rubbed her black lace thong against my swollen
cock. I almost shot my load right there.

I got her laundry started and went to my room to whack off. When I opened
the door, she was lying on my bed with an evil smile. I wanted to drop to
my knees right there and kiss her long legs and pledge my devotion to
her. Anything she wanted if I could just touch her body.

"Is this where you always do it?' she asked

"Do what?' I stammered

"Play with yourself? That is what you were coming in here for right,
sissy boy?"

"Shut up and get out," I yelled. She was crossing the line now but my
mind was spinning.

"Looks like sissyboy wants a beating... talking to me like that. Maybe
that is what gets you off. Me kicking the shit out of you! Now listen up!
I know you come in here every morning and play with yourself and I want
to see it. We both know why you do it. My body turns you on. You love the
way I dress and imagine pleasing me. If that is the case...start my show.
Play with yourself in front of me and we will see what we can work out."

I should have told her to get out. I should have hit her. I should have
done a lot of things but I did nothing. I just stood there like a beaten
dog with my head down.

She got of the bed and walked over to me. She got behind me and pulled up
her shirt and placed her naked tits against my naked back. Oh my god they
were heaven!!!  Those perky 36 c's. I finally got to feel them up close.
I had never even kissed a girl before this was a fantasy come true.

"Does this help?' she laughed. She took my hand and placed it on my cock.
She whispered, "masturbate for me bitch, be a good sissy and show your
sister who is in charge here"

"Play with your cock for me and maybe you will be rewarded"

I started groaning and playing with my cock for her. This was the way it
was going to be I would comply. I felt her naked body. What next?!

"On your knees bitch I want a good view of my new toy. And do it slowly
and tell me what you are thinking about"

This was it. I didn't care. I wanted her to use me anyway she liked. She
was a young, hot, sexual goddess and I was powerless in her presence.

"I think about you b-b-body" I stuttered as I played with my cock on my
knees as she walked in front of me. I looked up at her and she laughed.

"Go on, bitch," she demanded

"I think about your tits, your legs, your ass," I confessed.

"Your body is perfect. Can I see it please?" I begged.

She turned around and pulled down her shorts right in front of my nose.

"Stop masturbating sissyboy. Show me what you will do for me. Kiss each
ass cheek, bitch," she said playfully.
I obediently planted a soft kiss on each cheek and breathed in.

"So pathetic. So tell me do you play with my underwear?" she asked

"Yes" I admitted

"Stop playing with your little dick, take your pants off and go get my
dirty laundry sissy boy," she snapped. "And crawl in there, you worthless
piece of shit"

I crawled naked across the hall with a raging hard on. I picked up the
basket and walked back in the room. She had removed all hers clothes and
was playing with herself on my bed. I thought maybe she would let me have
some fun with her if I played along. She was better looking then I
imagined. I needed to please her.

"Pick out something slutty sissyboy. A thong and bra will do just fine,
my slut"

I hesitated for second. Her naked body was perfect. I had no sexual
experience and here I was in the presence of the perfect female specimen.
It was my sister but I didn't care... any play was good play .....I would
go along.

"Listen. You are a horny little loser. You can continue to whack off
alone. Or if you want to see me naked every now and then, watch me
shower, watch me play with myself, kiss my ass and feet, maybe even
service me in other ways, then you will dress as my sissy for my
amusement. Do as I say and you can be my little bitch.
What do you say sissy?"

Within seconds I was wearing a black lace bra my dick was bulging out of
her lace back thong. I didn't care. She let me kiss her ass. Maybe she
would let me do more with her, she was obviously horny too.

"What now" I asked

"Kneel bitch! You will address me as mistress. You will keep you eyes
down in presence. You will wear whatever I tell you and do as I say
understood?"

"Yes mistress" I said as I sank to my knees and lowered my eyes.

"On the bed, on your stomach, and don't move slut"

She left the room for a few minutes and came back with her purse. She
pulled out some handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed ....hands and feet.

She kissed me on the cheek and let her beautiful hair brush across my
neck and shoulders.

"Ready to play my little whore?" she laughed as she slapped my ass.

"Yes Mistress," I answered nervously.

She continued to rub my ass gently with an occasional light spank as she
told me her plan.

"You are now my personal whore. Going to put this lily-white ass to work
for me. You see, I have a few guys that want me bad and they will do
anything I like. I have requested that they train you to be my personal
cocksucking, buttfucking, bitch-boy. You will keep me entertained all
summer and I might make a few dollars off your sissy whore ass and mouth"

"C'mon in Ron and Carl," she yelled.

In walked two of the largest black men I have ever seen.

"He is all yours," she laughed as she sat down with a camcorder. "Stupid
bitch is mine now"

I started flailing against my bonds and screaming and cursing. It was no
use. Ron and Carl let me squirm for 10 minutes while they got undressed.
They were like twins: 6"5" 220 lbs and perfect sculpted bodies. They both
were aroused and their long black cocks were monsters.

Ron sat on me while Carl pulled down my panties. He shoved 2 fingers up
my ass and I screamed.

"Just getting started whore. You will be a good sissy and beg for my cock
when I am done. So just lie back and enjoy," he laughed.

Just then he impaled me with his cock. I never had felt such pain. He
forced his enormous dick into my tight dry ass and raped me for the next
15 minutes.

"God damn bitch. This hole is tight. Your sister said your sissy ass
needed busting up. Take it faggot. Take it all. You are a faggot slut boy
now. No going back. You will always remember me. Always remember the
nigger that made you a faggot slut boy," he hissed.

When he finished, he high-fived Ron and they switched places. Ron went
right into my ravaged ass as I pleaded for them to stop.

"I will do anything you like mistress please please stop. AHHHHHH," I
screamed.

I could just hear my sister laughing. Ron was done in what seemed like an
eternity and I was crying, scared and a mess. They just sat there talking
about me like I wasn't even there. Comparing notes, talking about future
plans with me, and laughing.

My sister came to me, still naked and sat next to me and kissed me on the
on the cheek. As she gently patted my ravaged ass she said, "So whose ass
is this sissy boy? Who owns you now?"

I was sobbing but I answered, "you do mistress"

"You will do anything I like faggot?

"Yes mistress"

"Good go clean my friend's cocks and thank them for showing you a good
time. Wait! First put your panties on and this lipstick. A good whore
should look nice for the cocks she services."

She unlocked my cuffs and I looked at her for the first time as I sat up.
My ass felt like I needed to go to the hospital, but all I kept thinking
about was how stunning she looked. I wanted to please her. Maybe she
would touch my cock; maybe I could kiss her ass again. I picked up the
thong and placed it over my ass and still raging hard on and knelt in
front of her.

She started to apply my lipstick as I stared at her naked glistening
body. I don't care what she asks she has broken me and I have to be her
whore. I crawled across the room in bra and panties with freshly painted
lips. My sister was patting me on the ass saying, "good little sissy fag.
Clean your men off."

I looked up at her from lowly position and said, "Mistress which cock
should your whore clean first for you?'"

I was officially her panty ass sissy fag slave.