Simone Part 40 – Taking Sandra Home

I would take Sandra home the next day, but she needed to learn what she had become. A dirty fuck-whore who sucks and fucks for cash.

After I dropped Sarah off, I drove home listening to the radio and feeling tired. It was late now, and I was looking forward to my bed.

The hallway was dark when I entered the apartment. The whole place was in utter silence and I presumed all three girls were sleeping. However, there was a slight glow coming from the kitchen door, so I headed towards it. As I passed the open lounge door, I could just make out a huddled body under a duvet on the leather sofa. That would be Sandra, I presumed. I stopped and listened to her soft breathing for a moment. By the sound of things, she was fast asleep. I continued to the kitchen door and entered. Not all were sleeping.

“Good evening.” I said, smiling at Simone who was sitting at the kitchen table.

“Hello, master.” She whispered and smiled sweetly at me.

“You’re up late.” I said, taking in her beautiful face and her raven black hair. Her hair seemed slightly wet and she was wearing a white fluffy bathrobe. I guess she too had showered or bathed.

“I waited for you.” Simone responded.

Of course. She always did. It was stupid of me to imagine she might also be in bed. No matter how late I got home, no matter how grimy I was with sperm, ass and cunt juice from other women, Simone always waited for me to return. She would often help me get undressed and even clean me. If I were in the mood, she would get to her knees and suck my cock clean of cunt and ass without questioning in whose cunt, ass and mouth it had been. She only ever asked if I was ok. If I needed anything. She never asked where I had been, what I had done or to whom I had done it.

“I know.” I said, not approaching her or the table, as I would normally have done. She tilted her head in a quizzical gaze, clearly wondering why I was still standing in the doorway staring at her.

Simone is beautiful. I do not mean pretty. I mean stunningly beautiful. Just looking at her in that dim light coming from a tiny lamp on the windowsill warmed my heart. Seeing her perfectly structured face in the half-light, framed by her long black hair did more than make my heart warm. It filled it with love, longing, and yearning. It was a different yearning at this moment, though. I was not thinking about fucking Simone, I was anticipating kissing her soft warm lips.

“Are you ok, master?” She asked. “Is everything ok?” She looked at me with concern, thinking there could be something wrong. There was nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing.

“Kurt.” I said simply. “Call me Kurt, not master.” As I said this, I walked towards her until I was standing next to her. A glass of red wine was set on the table, the almost still full bottle on the nearby counter. I could smell her now. The sweet scent of her shampoo on her still damp hair. Her skin and the cream she used to moisturize it. I took her hands in mine, and she stood to face me.

“But, erm. I am confused.” She murmured, but I cut her off my putting my mouth on hers and kissing her softly.

She returned the kiss. Soft, warm tender and her lips parted readily to accept my tongue as I probed inside her mouth. I placed her hands on my hips and wrapped my arms around her slender frame. As I pulled her into me, our groins touched, and though I was hard and she rubbed her beautiful pussy against me, there was no sense of urgency or attack. We were both not in a hurry. We continued to kiss until I finally broke it off.

“Simone.” I said softly looking her in the eyes. “I want you to call me Kurt from now on. I want you to love me. Please me as always, but as an equal. I want to be there for you. I want to please you, too.

“You do.” She whispered, but I interrupted whatever else she was going to say.

“No, Simone, it’s more than that. You need to know, I love you. I want you to marry me. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?” I whispered, and a look of absolute astonishment crossed her beautiful face.

“Oh my God, Kurt.” She stuttered. “You must know that I love you, too. We both do. Lena and I both love you more than words, and of course I’ll marry you.” As she spoke tears welled in her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks.

“Good.” I whispered as I leaned in to kiss her wet face. “That’s settled then.”

As our lips met, Simone opened her bathrobe exposing her perfect body to me. I slipped my hands inside and began to caress her sides, hips and buttocks. Then my lips left hers once again as I moved to her right breast. As I flicked her perfect nipple with my tongue, she gasped and placed her right hand on the back of my head.

“I can call you whatever you want me to, but I am still yours. Your toy to fuck and use whenever and however you want, Kurt.” Simone panted as I went from one nipple to the other, biting and nibbling softly at her pert tits. Her beautiful, perfect tits.

“Of course you are still my fuck-toy. You and Lena both. You will still do what I tell you when I tell you.” I said as I put my hands under her arms and easily lifted her light body into the air in order to sit her down on the edge of the table, spreading her slender thighs in order to open her magnificent pussy.

Simone leaned back onto her elbows and willingly parted her legs. As she did so, I reached over and took her wine glass. I placed the glass to my lips and drained it before putting it back on the table. I then undid my belt and trousers and let them fall to my ankles together with my boxers. My cock sprang free and the tip rose towards that magnificent hole. I stepped forward out of my fallen clothes, until the tip was actually touching the opening of her sweet, warm cunt, and all I had to do was push. She gasped as my glans pushed into her wet hole, followed by my rock-hard shaft.

“Oh my God, Kurt. Yes, please fuck me. Please screw my fucking wet cunt.” She begged and I obliged, grasping her hips and thrusting in and out of her perfect, wet cunt. My cunt. My favorite cunt. My soon-to-be wife’s glorious, velvety cunt.

In reality, I was all but spent. I had come so many times this day, yet still Simone of all people could always excite me and draw even more from me. All I had wanted as I returned home was to fall into bed and sleep, yet here I was pounding Simone like a demon as she groaned and clawed at the wooden tabletop.

“That’s my fuck-bitch.” I groaned. “Always wet, always open and always ready for daddy’s cock.”

“Oh yes, daddy.” Simone responded. “Fuck my tight little pussy just like you did the first time.”

This response made me smile. Simone was referring to the night I had kidnapped her and raped all of her holes. At that time, I had made her call me daddy, and me reusing the name again tonight had excited her. I had taken Simone’s anal virginity that night, forcing her to tell her ‘daddy’ where his cock was. Remembering that moment of when I had pushed into her tight virgin ass now excited me again. The thought went through my head to bend her over the table right now and fuck her in the ass again. Normally I would have done exactly that, not giving a fuck about her needs or wants. Tonight was different. As I continued to pump her wet cunt, I sensed her oncoming climax. She was about to orgasm and I would not spoil that.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over daddy’s cock. Squeeze that tight fucking hole down on my cock.” I whispered and she came, clawing at the wood and trembling as the waves of pleasure rolled over her thighs and belly.

“Oh my God, Kurt. I’m coming, I’m coming. Fucking Hell.” She cried as I continued to pound her full depth, and then I felt my own climax start to rise as Simone started to settle down.

“I’m coming, too, baby.” I moaned, but Simone pushed me away from her, my cock slipping out of her cunt as she popped of the edge of the table.

“Give it to me daddy. Give me that fucking cum.” She begged dropping to her knees. “I want to eat my daddy’s beautiful seed.”

“Oh fuck.” I cried as she only just opened her mouth in time. My first jet splashed over her upper lip, but a quick re-aim sent the next shot directly into her open and eager mouth. I pushed forward to get my glans inside that beautiful warm place and Simone closed her lips around my shaft.

“Oh baby.” I crooned. “You are so good to your daddy.”

Simone moaned around my now softening cock, showing her approval for what I had just given her as I stared down at her perfect jet-black head, pushed into my groin, intent on sucking the last drops of sperm out of my cock. I smiled and one very simple thought went through my tired brain. “Fuck, she said yes.”

“Stand up.” I said, and Simone let my cock slip from her mouth. As she stood, I gave her my hands in order to help her to her feet.

“Yummy.” She giggled as we finally stood facing each other once again.

“Really?” I laughed and leaned in to kiss her passionately on the lips, pushing my tongue into her soft warm mouth. I could taste my own sperm. I would not have described it as yummy, though.

As we kissed, Simone instinctively took hold of my cock again, but I laughed and pulled away, leaving her pouting in comical disapproval.

“One more time today, and my balls will be wrecked.” I smiled. “Close your robe and stop trying to seduce me you dirty bitch.” I laughed and Simone laughed with me.

“You bring out the best, or is it the worst in me, daddy.” She teased.

Sit down.” I said and went to the counter to retrieve the wine bottle and a second glass, as she set her perfect, tight butt onto her chair once again.

“You must be shattered.” Simone whispered as I returned to the table and sat down opposite her, the table now between us.

“I am, yes.” I confirmed. “But I still want to talk to my beautiful fiancé.” I grinned, and she blushed a little.

“How is Sandra? How is Lena?” I asked. “I could see Sandra on the couch, is Lena in bed?” As I spoke, I poured two glasses of wine and pushed one over towards Simone.

“I drank yours.” I said in a low voice, and Simone cocked her head at me.

“Kurt. You did not drink my wine.” She said in a matter-of-fact voice. “That wine, like my mouth, cunt and ass belongs to you. As does everything else in this apartment. My entire body, Lena, all our fuck-holes and everything we can see and touch are your personal property. But thanks for the refill.” She smiled, raising her gall in a half toast.

“You are welcome.” I said, mimicking the gesture. “So fill me in.”

“Well, Sandra is bruised, battered and scratched, but I could find no permanent damage. I looked in her throat and it was red raw but not torn as far as I could see. She will be croaky for a while, but should get better. Her anus is still a little distended, but it will tighten again, eventually. Maybe not fully, as it was, I do not know. They really stretched her. Her vagina is fine. That’s the one hole where we girls can really take it.” She half smiled.

“And Lena?” I enquired.

“Yes, she is in bed. It was a long day for her, too. She was very excited and wound up about what she witnessed. All she could talk about was how hot she found double penetration. Kurt, she actually said she was secretly fantasizing about you letting them do it to her, too.

“Ok.” I said, urging her to continue.

“She even said it was a little sad that neither she nor I would ever experience it for real, because we are your fuck-toys alone. You don’t share us. I told her I would talk to you. That I could use the strap-on to fuck her whilst you fuck her in the ass. That got her excited, so I fucked her in the ass with the strap-on and she pushed that massive black dildo deep into her cunt. I have never seen her so excited.”

Then Simone’s face changed. A worried look went into her eyes.

“What?” I asked. “What is it?”

“Kurt, if Sandra had refused the deal. What then? Were you really going to substitute her with Lena?”

“No. I told you. I promised.” I said very quickly. “No other man will ever touch either one of you again. It was just important that Lena thought I would. It worked.”

“Good.” Simone smiled and took a sip of wine. I did the same.

I sat with Simone for a couple of hours, discussing how we would raise the subject of us getting married with Lena. How would she react? Would she feel threatened, jealous? Simone though it would be best to tell her together and directly in the morning. Keeping secrets was not a good idea. I agreed. The only thing I insisted on was that I first take Sandra home. Simone was sure she was ok to look after herself, so there was no reason for her to stay with us.

When we finally went to bed, Lena had already occupied the middle and was in a deep, deep sleep, so we crawled in either side of her, Simone spooning the young girl, who immediately responded with a dreamy “Hello, goodnight” and sensing my warmth against her belly, she wrapped her arms around me. Her hand immediately going for my cock. I let her take it, but my tired body did not respond, and soon all three of us were sleeping.

We slept late. It was almost 9.30 when we were up. We had to wake Sandra, too, and think if we had left her, she would have slept the whole day. Well, she could, just not on my fucking sofa. We spoke little on the way to her home. I simply asked for confirmation of turnings, and she would croak the answer. Finally, we pulled up outside her new house.

“You overspent buying that thing.” I said as she fumbled for the door. I had locked it.

“Kurt, why is the door locked?” Sandra asked staring at me.

“It’s locked because you do not get out of this fucking car until I say so, cunt.” I growled.

“What?” She gasped in astonishment. “I don’t understand. Why are you speaking to me like this, Kurt?”

“I will speak to you however the fuck I want because you are a piece of filthy fuck-meat. You are a cock-sucking whore who spreads her cunt and ass for money.” I snarled, and her face turned white.

“Kurt, please.” She whispered. “Let me out. I just want to go home. I did everything you demanded of me, and much more. Yes, I let you punish me and rape me, and then those three monsters abused and raped me. What more can I do?” A tear rolled down her face and she clearly understood that her ordeal was not quite over.

“Before I go, before I open the door, you are going to suck my cock again, you filthy fucking bitch.” I growled and started to udo my trousers.

“No, I am not, Kurt.” She snapped back at me, clearly meaning it. “We had a deal, I kept my part and now you are going to keep yours. I swear you will never touch me in that way again. I will never be your fuck-toy or victim again, now open this fucking door.”

My attack caught her off guard. She was not expecting violence, but it came swiftly. I slapped her hard across the face several times then grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her towards me, unfastening my seatbelt.

“You filthy fucking whore. You fucked up piece of shit.” I growled loudly as I held her hair in one hand and slapped her face with the other. “You have no fucking idea of what your new position in our company is, do you fuck-bitch? I am going to face-fuck you now and every day at the office when I decide I want to. You can refuse, but I going to do it anyway.” I snarled and twisted her face up so I was looking into her eyes.

“Please, please. Kurt please.” She sobbed. I spat into her face and slapped her three more times before spitting into her crying mouth. “Oh my God she cried.” My cock was rock hard standing to attention right beside her left cheek.

“That piece of hard fuck meat is going in your throat right now bitch.” I growled, and started to turn her face towards it.

“Kurt, this is rape.” She sobbed. “I do not want this. I am telling you no. NO, no, no!” She cried as I positioned her face above my rampant cock, holding her by her hair.

“Yes it is.” I stated quietly. “I do not fucking care. Now open that fucking fuck-hole or I will make you open it.” I growled and slapped her hard across the face. She opened her mouth and I sank her face over my throbbing cock.

“That’s it you dirty little cock sucking whore. You know exactly what your mouth and throat are for, don’t you? For sucking my fucking cock and swallowing my spunk and piss.” As I spoke, I started to push and pull her head up and down on my erect penis.

Sandra had obediently closed her lips around my shaft, and though it felt great, she was making no effort to use her tongue to pleasure me further. She had clearly decided not to take active participation in her own oral rape. I pulled her off my cock and up so she was looking at me.

“If you don’t start putting some fucking effort into this, I will fuck you in your torn ass instead, you filthy fucking bitch.” I growled, and I spat twice into her face. “Open your fucking mouth” I demanded and she did. I then spat into her mouth three times before returning her face to my crotch.

Sandra had understood the threat and had clearly decided the punishment to her sore throat was preferable to any more abuse on her stretched, bruised and painful anus. She immediately started to use her tongue on my glans and shaft as I returned my swollen cock to her mouth.

“Good girl.” I whispered. “Now you get the message you cock-sucking fuck-whore.” I added and pushed her head down deeper so my cock plopped into the back of her throat.

It must have hurt and she let out a little wince of pain as my swollen head pushed deeper into her already sore throat. I did not care. I pushed deeper, not stopping until my entire penis was inside her mouth and throat. I held her there, only using the softness of the leather car seat to hump my hips a little in order to heighten the pleasure of my glans deep in her neck.

“Good.” I whispered. “That fuck-throat of yours is still tight enough for my fucking cock. You are still a good face-fuck, Sandra. To be honest, I doubt your shit-hole of an ass would be tight enough for me after the McCain boys stretched you. It would be like fucking an elephant.”

As I spoke, I slowly raised her face off my cock until my glans were back in her mouth. Then, I forcefully pushed her all the way back down again, forcing my bulging cock back into her throat. I did this repeatedly, speeding up, using her throat to fuck my excited and swollen cock. I had not come since the night before, and my balls were heavy. It would not be long before I emptied them into Sandra’s mouth and throat. I took her hand in mine and pushed it between my thighs.

“Can you feel that bitch?” I asked, as she cupped my balls. “That’s all for you cocksucker. I am going to blow my balls right into your cum-eating mouth and throat and fill your belly with my seed, bitch.”

As I continued to thrust my hips to get my cock deep into Sandra’s neck, I once again started lifting and pushing her head by her hair, forcing her throat over my swollen cock, I was very, very close and a warm tingle started up my spine.

“I am so happy that you have shown me what you are, Sandra. Do you know what you are, Sandra? What do we call people who fuck and suck for money? Here you go cum-whore. Here’s your next meal.” I groaned and started to shoot into her throat.

I forced Sandra’s face hard into my crotch as I spewed cum into her neck, draining my balls directly down her throat.

“That’s right, whore. You are a bitch-whore who took four cocks in her cunt, ass and mouth yesterday for cash. You showed the entire room what a filthy, whoring piece of fuck-meat you are. You gave your holes for cash and now you are mine anytime I fucking want any of those fuck-holes. Now get your spunk-filled ass out of my fucking car, bitch.” As I pulled her face of my now softening cock, I released the lock so she could get out of the car.

“I am not your whore.” Sandra growled before slamming the car door. Sperm coated her lips. I drove away.

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