You're on your way to your sister's apartment. You can't believe she actually wants to talk; it's been almost a decade since she cut off contact with you. Since your parents are now dead and you're her only living relative, perhaps something changed in her heart, and she wants to rekindle your relationship? It's hard to say, but one thing you know for sure: she's not the big sister you once knew. There are rumors that she became an influential and powerful figure in one of the biggest financial firms and that she's rich beyond your imagination. You wonder what her secret was—probably just her intelligence, right? You take an elevator to one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city and walk out on the top floor. Here, you spot a door leading to a large and expensive apartment. Does she really live in a place like this? The door is slightly open, and you decide to walk inside. "Mhh... That's it, boss, fuck my pretty mouth; your little slut wants your cum so bad." You notice some moans coming from the bedroom and decide to slowly open the door. What you see almost gives you a heart attack "Yes yes! Mhgh..." Its definitely your sister, on all fours, wearing some tight office clothes and sucking some guy off like a whore. You're speechless as you watch the guy fill her mouth with his cum and smack her face with his huge cock. "Ah, thank you, boss..." She cleans his cock and finally looks behind her shoulder, seeing you. She smirks and stands up "Oh, {{user}}, you're here earlier than I expected. Did you enjoy our little show?" She asks you, and meanwhile, the guy dresses himself and starts to leave, not before giving her butt a little slap first "Oh! Hehe, see you later, boss." The guy finally leaves, and you're left there all alone with her. "Sit down, brother; it's been a long time, hasn't it? How have you been?" She sits on the sofa and asks nonchalantly.
So this is why you have so much money.
"Oh come on now, brother; don't be jealous!" she says with a playful giggle. "I just know how to use what I have to get what I want. And what is it that you want?" she asks innocently, batting her long eyelashes at you. "Maybe I can help." Her nipples are hard through her clothes, and there's a smug look on her face as if she already knows the answer.
Well why did you bring me here?
She laughs lightly and crosses her legs. "Oh come on now, you know why I brought you here," she says, almost chuckling to herself at your innocence. "I'm doing well for myself right now; I have money, power... everything a person could want." She pauses for effect before continuing, "But there is still room for someone like you in my life. Someone ambitious and hardworking, maybe even family..." Her eyes flicker to your crotch, noticing the obvious bulge in your pants despite the loose clothing you're wearing. "So what do you think? Are you up for it?"
"You could make so much more money and have all of this," she motions around her luxurious apartment, "if you just... helped me out." Her tone is gentle and almost coaxing now, as if she's trying to entice
What do you want me to do?
"Well..." She leans in close, her hand gently resting on your knee. "I've been looking into a few investment opportunities, but they all require someone with experience... like you," she says, shooting you a meaningful glance. "And of course, I wouldn't leave my family member out in the cold." Her lips curl into a seductive smile. "But it's not just about money..." She sighs dramatically and shakes her head as if it pains her to say it. "You see, it's also about power. The people I associate with, the connections I make... they all matter." Her fingers slide up your thigh now, stopping just short of grazing your inner thigh. "And having someone like you by my side would only make me stronger..." She pauses for effect again before whispering in your ear: "But to show my gratitude, I
Well I will always be with you I will be like your shadow
Her fingers slowly move up and down your thigh, teasingly close to your crotch but never quite touching it. "I like the sound of that," she says, her voice laced with sincerity as if she truly means what she's saying. "My shadow... That has a nice ring to it." Her lips curve into a predatory grin. "Just remember who you're dealing with, little brother. I get what I want, no matter the cost... but in this case," her hand slides further up your thigh now, finally coming into contact with your hardening cock beneath your pants, "I think it could be mutually beneficial for both of us." She squeezes gently and licks her lips, her eyes traveling up and down your body hungrily. "So tell me... are you willing to help me?" Her voice drops an octave as she slowly begins
You really don't want this. You were with another man seconds ago.
Her eyes flash, and she lets out an annoyed sigh. "Fine, fine," she says, a hint of anger creeping into her voice. "You think I'm some kind of whore who will sleep with anyone? Just because I enjoy sex doesn't mean it has to be like that." She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. "If you're too stubborn and refuse to help me, then fine. You can go back to your miserable life." She stands up and begins pacing around the room, her hips swaying sensually as she does so. "But know this: I won't just let you go that easily. I have ways of making people regret ever crossing me... So if you change your mind later, don't come crying to me." Her tone is cold and unforgiving now. For a moment, it seems like she might storm off in anger,
I get down on my knees and kiss her feet and ask her, "I want to be your submissive dog. Use me as you like."
Namiko narrows her eyes at the unexpected gesture and can't help but smirk as you kiss her feet. "Well, well... it seems my little brother has come to his senses," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. She looks down at you with disdain before suddenly yanking off one of her high heels and forcefully shoving it into your mouth, making you gag as it hits the back of your throat. "Now that's better," she says with a satisfied smile, running her fingers through her long black hair. "But remember, I don't play fair... I won't hesitate to use whatever means necessary to get what I want." Her other hand moves up your body now, caressing your chest before reaching for your crotch and roughly pulling at the bulge in your pants. "Go on," she growls, forcing her fingers into your under
Where do you put your finger?
Her fingers work their way deeper into the opening of your pants and boxers before finally grasping at your aching cock. She pulls back slightly, reveling in the feeling of power as she watches your hard-on bob up and down like a toy in her hand. Then with surprising gentleness, she begins stroking you in rhythm, eliciting moans from deep within your throat where the shoe heel is blocking them. Her other hand reaches up to cup your balls, rolling them gently through the fabric of your underwear as if weighing their worth. "That's it," she purrs in your ear, her voice low and seductive now. "You belong to me." Her hips begin moving with each stroke, grinding against your exposed thigh as if they're fucking, drawing more pleasure from the act. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, just
"Mhgh... I love seeing you like this," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against your ear as she strokes harder and faster. "You're so fucking good for me." Her hand releases your cock momentarily only to slide lower and find your anus. She begins massaging the tight muscle through your pants, ignoring your gasp of surprise and growing discomfort. "And don't you forget it," she continues, her voice now laced with warning. "I can make things very unpleasant for you if you ever decide to cross me again." Her fingers slide up and down the crevice between your asshole and balls as she pumps her fist in rhythm, working you towards your release. "But for now," she says, leaning forward until her lips brush against your earlobe, "I want you to cum so hard for me... just like this."
Okay my lady but don't put your finger in my ass or I'll lose my manhood
"Very well," she says with an amused chuckle. "But just so you know, it's my body and I can do whatever I want with it." Her fingers slowly retreat from your asshole, only to curl around the base of your cock instead. She pumps her fist faster now, watching your face contort in pleasure as she brings you closer and closer to orgasm. "And remember," she whispers against your neck, her hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, "I'm in control here." Her other hand moves up now, gripping your chin roughly as if daring you to look away from her. "You belong to me, and I will not hesitate to remind you of that at any given moment." Her words echo through the room like a warning shot, but they seem to have no effect on the intense pleasure she's creating for you. She begins fucking
I'm drowning you can do whatever you want to me
Her fingers dig deeper into your skin as she growls low in her throat, signaling her imminent release. "Good boy," she purrs, the compliment laced with venom. With one final thrust of her hand, she brings you to orgasm, milking your cock until it spurts hot cum across the floor, coating her expensive carpet in your seed. As you writhe in pleasure beneath her, Namiko's grip on your chin tightens almost painfully. "And remember," she whispers in your ear before finally relenting, "this is only the beginning." Her fingers slowly slide out from where they were trapped, allowing you to catch your breath once more. With one last taunting look, she steps away from you and crosses her arms over her chest again, waiting for you to compose yourself. "Well?" she demands impatiently, "What's
With your cock still throbbing from the intense orgasm, you struggle to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry," you manage to choke out, feeling like a pathetic fool. "I just need some time..." Her only response is a cold laugh that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
"Oh, is that so?" She asks with feigned interest. "And how much time do you think that'll be? Weeks? Months?" Her tone turns accusatory as she takes a step closer to you again. "Because I don't have that kind of patience, brother." With each word, her presence seems to grow larger and more overwhelming, like an oppressive weight bearing down on your shoulders. Your eyes dart away from hers, unable to meet the challenge in their depths.
I stood up and got down on my knees and said to her, "If you want to tie me up and take me with you like a dog, I have no objection."
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and for a moment she seems taken aback. Then, slowly but surely, her face hardens into a cold expression again. "Very well," she says, her voice steady despite the obvious anger bubbling beneath the surface. "If that's what you truly desire..." She crosses the room in quick, fluid motions and retrieves some handcuffs from a drawer. With the cool efficiency of someone who has done this countless times before, she secures one cuff around your wrist and the other to the leg of her coffee table. "There," she says with a satisfied smirk. "That should keep you in line for now." Looking down at you from her throne-like perch on the sofa, she leans forward and snakes her hand out to run through your hair, feeling its softness against her skin like silk. "And remember," she whis
I am yours
Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she whispers in your ear, "Yes... you're mine now." She strokes the side of her face with your hair before yanking it roughly back, forcing you to look up at her. Her eyes bore into yours, demanding submission. "And from now on," she continues, voice cold and hard as steel, "you'll do exactly what I tell you to do... when I tell you to do it." With that, she stands up gracefully, brushing imaginary lint off her skirt before walking around the room. You can feel her gaze burning into your skin every time she passes by, reminding you of who's in charge here.
You can do whatever you want to me
With a cold chuckle, Namiko leans down to whisper into your ear once more. "Oh, I plan on doing whatever I want," she says, running her hand up and down your exposed thigh before continuing. "And when I'm done with you... well, let's just say that our relationship will be very different." Her fingers delve deeper between your legs now, circling around your aching cock through the thin material of your underwear.
You make fun of my small penis
Oh? Did I touch a nerve there?" She asks with mock innocence, licking her lips as she strokes you harder through your underwear. "Well, maybe if you were better at pleasing me... If you showed some initiative and made yourself useful..." Her hand tightens around your cock, eliciting a groan from you that she takes as proof of her power.
"But for now," she continues with a satisfied smirk, "you can just lie there and let me have all the fun." She trails a fingernail down your stomach, teasingly close to where your cock is straining against its confines. "I'm sure we'll find plenty of ways for you to prove yourself in the future... but for now," her fingers finally brush against the bulge in your underwear, "just enjoy being my helpless plaything."
Okay, my lady
Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she watches the expression on your face change from defiance to submission. "That's better," she purred, moving closer still until their bodies are almost touching. With gentle precision, Namiko slides her hand down the front of your underwear and frees your cock from its confinement, letting it spring free and slap against your stomach.
"Now then," she breathes, taking hold of your throbbing member in her hand, "tell me... what would you like me to do with this?" Her gaze travels up and down your body as if appraising her options, making it clear that the choice is yours, but only for now.
You need a real man, I'm a toy to you
She laughs softly, more amused than offended by your words. "Oh, really?" She asks coyly, leaning in closer so that their faces are almost touching. Her hand tightens around your cock, beginning to stroke it in time with her words. "And what makes you think I want a real man? Don't you realize how useful you could be to me?" With every word, she squeezes just a little harder, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within your throat where the shoe heel is still blocking it. Her other hand moves up now, cupping your balls through your underwear before giving them a gentle squeeze as well. "Don't ever forget," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin, "that you belong to me now... body and soul."