The Girl On The Video - S01 E17

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E17

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

"I'd love his cock," Brenda said. "I just don't want to be hit again. This is getting a little intense."

"So suck it already," my mom sald. "I won't stop you and I won't hurt you. Just be sure that's what you really want before you start sucking it."

Brenda squinted her eyes above her pink, welted cheeks. She glared up at my mom as if considering if it was safe, then looked up at my face. But all she could see was my gimp hood and eyes looking out of two slits.

"You won't hit me?" she asked.

I shook my head, and both Jesse and my mom said "no" almost simultaneously.

Tentatively, Brenda leaned her mouth forward and touched her tongue to the tip of my cock. When she wasn't slapped Immediately, she got a little braver and ran her tongue around the head, teasing the underside and flicking across the base of the head. A thick glob of pre-come formed and she flicked it off into her mouth. Then she sucked the head into her mouth.

As soon as my cock was inside her mouth, I grabbed her hair. pulled her head back, and rammed my meat down her throat.

The sudden onslaught made her choke and gag for a moment, but then, like a good porn star, she recovered quickly. I cranked up, ramming my cock in and out of her throat. Thick globs of her throat slime ran down my balls as I pistoned in and out of her mouth, and her gag reflex wrenched her stomach, but wasn't ready to stop.

At this point, my mother called in her next guest as I pounded my aunt's throat

"Megan, come on in and bring your computer," she said.

I kept ripping in and out of Brenda's mouth as Megan sauntered in and did a turn for the camera, then tossed her bikini to the side and stood naked in front of the lens. She slid a hand down between her legs and rubbed her cute little innie pussy. Then she flipped open her own laptop and sat in a chalr she drew up in front of Brenda.

I finally slowed my pace and pulled my cock from Brenda's mistreated throat. Globs of throat slime and pre-come dripped from the tip. Brenda's already-red face was even redder as she glowered up at me, streamers of snot, spit and throat slime - and maybe even a little bit of puke - trailing down her chin and her mommy tits as she knelt, shackled on the bed and stared at us.

Megan opened her computer and pointed the screen at Brenda at an angle that the folks on the camshow could also see.

"What's this?" Brenda asked. "And who are you?"

"My name's Megan, and I'm Jesse and Bryce's girlfriend."

"Bryce, that little fucking delinquent," Brenda spat. "He should have been left to rot in prison. His slut sister Jesse too."

I restrained myself. I wanted to slap her again, but decided against it. Yet.

"I have a video I want to show you," Megan said. "Here, watch this."

She was about to hit "play" when my mother spoke up.

"Stop!" she said. "Wait. Before you show you that video, I want to introduce our next special guest."

Jesse, Megan, and I turned to our mother, somewhat bewildered. She had never said anything about anyone else but us

My mother reached for her phone and sent a text message to someone. A moment later the front door to the apartment opened and the sound of stiletto heels made their way across the penthouse to the door of the bedroom.

Slowly, a figure crept to the doorway, It was a curvy woman in a full length raincoat and a hat with a heavy veil over her face.

"What the fuck," Brenda said. "The fucking stalker, get her away from me." She pulled back and tried to disconnect the handcuffs, discovering for the first time they weren't the quick-release ones she was used to wearing in her shows.

She sat up on her knees, then tried to shimmy off the bed, but found her legs were too tightly shackled.

"What the fuck," she repeated, her face, already red and inflamed, turned even redder. She tumed to my mother.

Tough shit, bitch," my mother said and drew back as if slap her again. Brenda cowered and my mother stayed her hand.