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Megan's Secret
by Cactus Juggler (c) 10/6/2004 

      I found it the week after my sister Megan came to visit me in Madison, Wisconsin, where I was attending college. Megan was two years younger than my twenty-one, and she was going to school back in our home town of Minneapolis. She'd come to Madison the week before spring break to hang out and party with my friends for the weekend. 

      We were different as sisters could be. I was outgoing and Megan was about as shy as a girl could be. Even though we didn't always get along too well--but then, what sisters do? Still, I loved having her in town and being around her again. Since I'd gone off to college I'd only seen her during the breaks in school. 

      She'd asked to use my computer a few times while she was in town, and the Tuesday after she'd left I found the strange address on my computer. I was using my web browser when I pulled down that little bar that shows the sites you've recently been to. In it, there was a strange entry: www.lezfacefucker.com. It must have been something Megan had looked at when she was using my computer, I thought to myself. Curious, I clicked on it and found myself shocked by the page the loaded. 

      It was a stylish black page with an airbrush softened picture of a curvaceous naked woman, shot or modified so that her face was obscured by darkness. The naked woman wasn't the startling part of the page though; it was the title above her that got me: 

      'Aggressive Lesbian Face-Fucker' 

      The block of text below her only aroused my curiosity even more: 

      'Hello, you must be looking at this page because you've seen one of my ads and were interested. Which means you're probably just the sort of little lesbian fuck-face I'm looking for. That's my beautiful teenage body you see in the picture above. 

      As my ad says, I'm a beautiful mostly-straight teen. Let me explain, I'm a straight girl--I've never sucked a tit or licked a twat in my life. But I do have one little girl-related fantasy. It really gets my rocks off to grind my pussy in the face of a submissive lesbian slut until I practically drown her in my girl-juice. 

      What will you get if I select you to have my fun with? My hot, wet (I'm one of those rare girls who gets *really* wet when I cum), juicy pussy rubbed all over your face. You'll get a smothering violent face-fucking from a beautiful teenage goddess. You will be verbally abused, laughed at, and generally humiliated as I see fit. 

      What will you get in return (other than a sore tongue)? Absolutely nothing. I won't touch you, kiss you, or show you any attention other than using you for my pleasure. You will be used like an object and then tossed out like the trash you are. There is absolutely nothing for you in return except the pleasure you'll receive from submitting to a beautiful dominant girl. 

      If you think you are up to the task of submitting to me and fulfilling my favorite fantasy, and you live in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area, or are willing to travel here at your expense, e-mail me for more information at facefucker@lezfacefucker.com.' 

      The page really got to me for two reasons. First, because I couldn't believe that Megan could be interested in the obscene perversion described on the page. Straight-laced Megan? It seemed so far-fetched it couldn't be possible. 

      The second reason I couldn't stop re-reading the page was . . . well, this is pretty embarrassing--it really turned me on. There are two things that nobody, not my sister, not my friends, not my roommate, I mean *nobody* knew about me. The first, that in my hottest fantasies I'm always submissive. And the second, that the person dominating me is always a hot woman. Don't get me wrong, it was just a fantasy that I had. The only lesbian experimentation I'd ever had was when I kissed a girl one night when I was drunk. 

      From the looks of the page, I wasn't the only girl in our family who had a desire to be dominated by a hot female. I couldn't believe it, but it looked like my own sister was letting some woman *use* her. It did sort of make a little sense. Shy, demure, little Rachel being a submissive wasn't beyond reason. 

      A half hour of searching the Internet turned up the woman's ads on a variety of BDSM-related personals sites. All of the ads followed the same form: 

      'Minneapolis-St.Paul area/female/19 Dominant teen beauty seeks submissive lesbian sluts to face-fuck. I'm a dominant hetero girl who likes to occasionally let lesbians eat me. I will ride you hard if you're up to the task of letting me use you for my pleasure. For more information, and a picture of my beautiful body, visit www.lezfacefucker.com.' 

      At first I wanted to call her and tell her she was busted. I decided to wait until I'd see her in person though. I couldn't help being interested in the mystery woman's page and personal ads. I would be visiting home the next weekend, where I'd see Megan, so I decided to wait until then to talk to her about it. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      I was finally alone with Megan the next Friday night. I'd just gotten back to our family home in the twin cities a few hours before. It was after dinner, we were in my sister's room. 

      "Megan, I found something on my computer after you left last weekend. Somebody visited a strange website." I said, and she looked suddenly like someone had goosed her. 

      "Oh, what site?" She asked, trying to play it off. 

      "Something called aggressive lesbian . . . face-fucker. Can you tell me why you were looking at that?" I asked her. 

      "I-I wasn't." She sputtered, her face turning pink with flush as she said it. 

      "I know it was you Megan." 

      "You think I . . . you can't think I'd do *that* Rachel." 

      Even though she was denying it, her red face and down-turned eyes told me I was right. I actually felt guilty then, seeing how embarrassed she was, considering that I had similar fantasies. 

      "It's okay Megan--I'm not judging you. We all have fantasies. I have some fantasies that aren't all that different. You're braver than I am though; I could never actually go through with something like that. To let that girl do . . . *that*. I'd be too scared." I admitted to her, and then I my face got hot with the pink signs of shame. 

      Suddenly Megan was able to meet my eyes again, and now I had to look away. She looked at me oddly then for a long silent moment, an uncomfortable moment, before she spoke. 

      "You have . . . similar fantasies?" She asked. 

      "Well, you can't ever tell anyone this, I've always had fantasies of being dominated by a woman. But I've never done anything, they're just fantasies." I rushed to explain. 

      Again, there was a long pause as Megan stopped to consider me with a strange look in her eyes. There was a wicked twinkle in them then. 

      "I'm glad you understand, Rachel. I'd hate to think you'd tell anyone about my . . . little secret." She told me. 

      "Your secret is safe with me. But, would you mind . . . telling me about it?" I asked her, my curiosity killing me. 

      Again she paused, thinking before she answered me. 

      "All right, but you can't tell anyone about this. What do you want to know?" 

      "Everything! How did you get started?" 

      "I-I had some submissive fantasies, fantasies about women. And then I found her advertisement. I was too frightened to try it at first, but I kept reading it every week until I couldn't stand it anymore. I e-mailed her and after I proved I was for real she set up an appointment." 

      "Where?" 

      "She has a special house where you go. It's in St. Paul." 

      "And you actually let her . . . do that?" 

      "Yes, and I loved it." 

      "It doesn't sound like that much fun, if it's like she says in her ad." 

      "It's incredible, the first time I went I was more turned on than I've ever been in my life. I've been with women, this wasn't like that. She's so beautiful, and it was like she didn't care about me at all. She just . . . *used* me. She called me names, and she rode me, and it was wonderful. I know it's kinky, but it just turns me on so much." Megan told me, bowing her head again as she admitted it. 

      "Wow." 

      "If you have fantasies about dominant women, you should try it." She suggested to me. 

      "Me? I don't think so, Megan. I couldn't do that." I told her. 

      "Why not, it's perfectly safe. I've visited her more than a dozen times, and I've always been fine. Besides, your first time you don't even have to give her a gift." She told me. 

      "A gift? She should give you a gift, you're the one getting her off." I told her. 

      "Trust me, if you experienced what it feels like to just let go and be totally submissive to her, you'd happily bring her the money too." Megan said. 

      "Money! You're paying her to . . . to do that?" 

      "No, not paying. I give her a gift. To thank her afterwards." 

      "How much of a 'gift' are we talking about Megan?" 

      "Five hundred dollars." 

      "Five hundred dollars! And you've seen her twelve times! That's a lot of money!" I was flabbergasted. 

      "It's worth it." Megan said, and her face went all dreamy. 

      "My god. That's . . . that's insane. You've given this woman six *thousand* dollars to let you . . . do *that* for her?" 

      "I'd give her anything she wanted. And actually she's more of a girl than a woman; she's my age I think." Megan corrected me. 

      "I can't believe this . . . this is . . . wow." Was all I could manage. 

      "You really should try it. I can promise you you'll be safe, and I bet if I ask her I could arrange an appointment for you. Normally you have to go through her screening process to make sure you're for real, she does it for her protection. But I bet if I e-mailed her I could get her to do you on my appointment tonight." Megan said. 

      "Tonight?" 

      "I was supposed to go to her at eight o'clock. I'm sure I could get you in. You'll be fine; I'll wait right outside for you in the car." She told me. 

      "I . . . I don't know. I don't think I could do that. I-I've never been with a woman, Megan." 

      "Don't worry, once you're there all you have to do is give up control to her and she'll do all the rest." Megan said, as she opened her e-mail program and began typing! 

      "What are you doing?" 

      "I'm asking her to do you tonight instead of me. There, it's sent." She told me. 

      "Megan!" 

      "What, you said yourself that you just lacked the courage to go through with it. I'm just helping you. Besides, if you don't like it you don't have to do it anymore, right? And it's not like I'm going to tell anyone what you're doing--I'm doing it too. This is the perfect way for you to test yourself out and see if you'd really enjoy this sort of thing, like I do." She told me. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      I don't know how she convinced me to do it, but at a quarter to eight there I was with her, standing outside a strange door in St. Paul. The house was small, but it was in a nice neighborhood. Megan didn't ring the bell; she reached under the mailbox and produced a small key. 

      "This is how it works. She leaves the key so you can get in. Come on, I'll show you what to do." She told me as she unlocked the door and led me inside. 

      Megan locked the front door behind us. 

      "Take off your jacket." She told me, and I hung it up. 

      I'd asked her what to wear, and she told me it didn't matter at all. Just to wear comfortable clothing. So there I was, in my jeans and a t-shirt, following my sister down the hall in a strange house. The hallway ended where it obviously shouldn't, closed by a heavy looking door. Megan pointed to it. 

      "That's where she comes in." 

      "She's not here?" 

      "She would be if it was just me. The door would be open. But the first time with a new girl she does it this way for her safety. You'll see. Come on." She told me, and then she led me into a small bedroom. 

      Where there should have been a bed in the room, there was just some sort of padded bench bolted to the floor. It looked like a weight bench or something, except it was a little bit higher off the floor. Connected to rings on the floor were what looked like handcuffs, two at the top of the bench and two at the bottom. The only other furniture in the room was a tall dresser. And then I noticed it, in the corner of the room. Right up near the ceiling, was a small video camera! 

      "Megan, there's a camera! She tapes this?" I asked, scared. 

      "No, no. She just uses it to watch, to make sure you've really buckled yourself in. The way it works is this; you come in and sit down on the bench. Then you lock your ankles with the cuffs. After that you lock one wrist and just lay back, and she'll come and do all the rest." 

      "This, this is scarier than I thought Megan. I don't think I can go through with this." 

      "Don't freeze up now, she's watching! She's going to get pissed and then I'm not going to be able to come here anymore. Don't ruin it for me. Now sit down, I'll help you." She told me, giving me a little push towards the bench. 

      I sat down on the bench and watched as Megan attached the larger cuffs to my ankles. Next she gestured for me to lie down and she cuffed down my left wrist. 

      "Are you sure this is safe?" I asked her as she went around and cuffed my right wrist. 

      "Yes! Now just lay back and enjoy. Once you've come this far there's no backing out. You're not leaving this room until *she* has her way with you. I'll be waiting for you when she's done with you." She told me, and then she left before I could ask her anything else. 

      The door closed and Megan was gone. I lay there with my heart pounding in my chest. A trial attempt to move my arms and legs proved that I had only a few inches of movement before I was stopped by the chains. I couldn't lift my arms or feet much away from the floor--I was totally helpless. 

      Time passed slowly, so slowly, and I lay there cursing myself for letting Megan talk me into this. Finally I heard a noise, and then the door opened and in walked a woman wearing only a matching set of racy black panties and bra. My eyes looked over the woman's curvy body and then I realized an instant later that the woman was . . . Megan! 

      "Megan? What are you doing? Isn't she coming?" I asked, craning my head up away from the bench to look at her. 

      "Think about it sis, she's already here." Megan said, and she sounded different then, more confident. 

      Thoughts bounced around the inside of my head like mad as she just smiled at me. And then I finally got it. Her body looked so much different without the awful shapeless clothing she wore normally. And it looked familiar--she was the woman from the website! 

      "You? You're the woman from the website?" I asked stupidly. 

      "Very good, now you're getting it. You know, when you told me you found the site I almost had a heart attack. I was sure you'd recognized my picture." She told me. 

      "I . . . I thought you were . . .” I stammered. 

      "You thought I was a submissive little lezzy like you? That was my second near coronary of the day--I'd never have guessed it about you sis." 

      "I-I'm not." 

      "Oh no? Are you trying to tell me that it doesn't turn you on when I call you a submissive little slut?" 

      "Megan, I-I want to leave now." 

      "Remember what I told you before sis. You're not leaving here until *I* get what I want." She told me as she walked closer. 

      I tried to recoil away from her, but I all I managed was to helplessly jingle my chains. She just smiled at my show of fear and moved to stand by my head. She put both hands down on my head and steadied it between them, forcing me roughly to look backwards up at her. 

      "But Megan--I'm your sister! You can't do this . . . it's wrong. I don't want this!" I plead to her. 

      "But *I* do sis. And in this room what *I* want means everything. The women who come here learn that lesson quickly. I am in control of you now. So just shut up and enjoy the ride, slut." 

      "Megan, please. You can't . . . I won't!" 

      "I said, SHUT UP!" She yelled, and then she stepped forward and I found myself looking up at the underside of her crotch and butt as she hovered menacingly over me. 

      "Megan I'm your sister! Don't do this to me--NO! Don't mmmmpphh . . .” I cried out, until Megan stifled my voice by squatting down and pressing her ass onto my face! 

      Megan wiggled herself a little on my face until my nose was jamming the cloth of her panties deep between her cheeks. I felt the pressure on my face increase then as she lowered her whole weight onto my face. Beyond the humiliation of having my younger sister's ass rubbed in my face, I found I couldn't breathe either. It felt like my head was going to explode from weight of her! 

      "Like I said, *I* am in control here. In control of everything. If I tell you to shut up, you'll shut up. You'll soon learn that I control everything. Including your breath. So from now on, you'll breathe when I want you to, you nasty little lesbian slut." She laughed crudely above me. Her words stung me. 

      It was beyond just the degradation of being smothered in my sister's ass, it was the sensation of being truly helpless and at her mercy that turned me on in spite of my own self-disgust. The sensation of it overwhelmed me; I was being embraced by the warm flesh of Megan's ass! The fragrant smells filling my lungs were the smells of my *sister*. I wanted to die then, but I was also turned on despite myself. What was wrong with me? 

      "Now take a breath slut." She told me as she finally lifted her buttocks from my face. 

      I loudly gasped for breath, and I just managed a heaving exhale and inhale before Megan forced her ass back down onto my face and sealed off my air once more. 

      "You don't know how surprised I was when you admitted you were into girls, into dominant girls. Who would ever think that one family could produce two girls so completely different. That I, a dominant girl who likes to face-fuck lesbians, could have a little cunt-loving lesbian slut for a sister. Well I guess it's a match made in heaven, right?" She asked, as she finally lifted off my face again. 

      "Megan. You have to let me go. I don't want this!" I told her as I caught my breath. 

      "What did I tell you? Do you want to try breathing under my ass again?" She demanded. 

      I shook my head quickly. 

      "Say it." 

      "No." 

      "That's not good enough. From now on you'll answer my questions 'yes mistress' or 'no mistress'." Megan told me as she slid backward and planted her ass back on my face again! 

      "Normally the sluts who come here are happy to serve me. If you were a first timer I'd just send you on your way for giving me this much attitude. But since you're family, I'll take the time to set you straight." She told me as I smothered in her ass. 

      "Now let's try that again. Do you want to try breathing under my ass?" She demanded when she finally lifted herself up off my face and returned to her position on my upper chest. 

      Two things held me then. Fear, fear of my own little sister. And a perverse need to obey, to give in to her. 

      "No mistress." I told her. 

      "That's better. Now tell me, slut, what are you here to do tonight?" 

      I had an idea what she wanted me to say, but I couldn't. I couldn't have sex with my sister! 

      "Megan, please . . . I can't! You're my sister. It-it's wrong." I plead again. 

      Anger flashed across her face, and then she moved above me again. I watched in horror as the black cloth covering her ass filled my view and then I was plunged into suffocating darkness as she rammed her ass in my face again. I was totally sealed into the smothering grip of her butt then. She roughly wiggled her bottom so that my face was forced deeper and deeper into her crack. The smells of her sweat, arousal, and under-areas permeated my senses and drove me wild with submissive lust even as my lungs screamed for oxygen. 

      "I thought you'd learned your lesson, *slut*. Now I want you to think very carefully before you open your stupid mouth again." She told me as I nearly asphyxiated in her butt-crack. 

      She lifted herself just barely off my face then, so that my nose was still pressing the cloth into her butt as she spoke with subdued anger to me. 

      "Now tell me what you're here to do tonight." 

      "I'm here to . . . to be used mistress." I answered her between heaving breaths. 

      "That's better slut." Megan told me, and then she moved back to sitting on my upper chest. 

      She smiled down at me as she reached back and pulled her panties out of her butt-crack. 

      "I bet you loved having my hot ass in your face, didn't you? Say it." She demanded. 

      "I-I loved your hot ass in my face, mistress." 

      "We're making progress. There may be hope for you yet. Now let's get to the reason we're here." Megan said, climbing off of me. 

      She turned around before moving to straddle me again. When she settled down on my chest this time she was facing towards me. 

      "I'm going to enjoy this, sis. Fuck, am I ever horny." Megan laughed. 

      She slid even farther up my body and I was trapped in the most humiliating position. Locked helpless on my back with the handcuffs, my sister's crotch just inches from my face. She reached down and caressed herself right in front of me. 

      "Why don't you check it out for yourself?" She asked me, as she reached down and roughly grasped my hair. 

      With a yank of my hair she pulled my head up off the bench and forward until my nose jammed into the front of her panties! 

      "Owwwmmmph . . . " I grunted, and then I felt it. Felt the wetness against my nose. Smelled the smell that could only be proof of my sister's arousal. 

      "That's what you're here for, you nasty little lesbian whore. Sniff that! Smell my fucking twat!" She demanded, and closing my eyes I did exactly as she required and sniffed the potent sexy aroma of her excitement. 

      Megan gave another tug on my hair, burying my nose deeper into her panties and causing my scalp to explode in pain. 

      "Look at me slut. Your little sister wants to see your eyes while you sniff her *cunt*." She told me, surprising me again with her crudeness. 

      Startled, I opened my eyes and looked up into her knowing grin. 

      "You love it, don't you? You're just like all the other little sluts. Oh god is this making me hot. My big sister Rachel sniffing my wet *cunt*. I am going to enjoy this. Let's get started." She told me, and then she roughly pushed my head back down onto the bench. 

      I watched, mesmerized, as Megan slowly moved forward with her eyes locked on mine all the while. She grinned wickedly as she began to lean over and run her panty-covered mound up over my chin. And then she arched her back and I lost sight of her for the heavy hanging weight of her breasts as she slid her mound up onto my nose and mouth and began softly rocking forward and back. My nose dug a little furrow into the black cloth covering her as I felt her sex parting to allow my nose to push the panties into her slit. Her wetness soaked through and made the cloth slippery and full of her smell, and somehow the degrading act she was forcing on me then was incredibly arousing. 

      "You're so close to it now Rachel. You can smell it, you can feel it, and you love it, don't you?" 

      "Yes mistress." I admitted in spite of myself, even loving the humiliation of her making me speak the awful words. 

      "I think that's enough foreplay. I've gone easy on you so far, because of who you are." She told me as she lifted off my face. 

      She stepped over me and I craned my head back to see her unsnapping her bra! Then she bent down and pulled off her panties and she was totally naked! Megan turned back around and backed over me, so that I was looking directly up into her naked sex. I found that what I'd felt through her panties was true, she was shaved completely smooth down there, which somehow just made it worse because I could see every detail of her sex. Right down to the glistening crevice between her lower lips. 

      "That's it lezzy, go ahead and get a good look. Because now it's time for you to experience having your little face fucked right off. Keep your little tongue in your mouth until I tell you otherwise. Now get ready to be used like the worthless little slut you are!" She laughed as she lowered her pussy towards my face. 

      I watched it coming, fascinated and horrified all at once by the sight. The moment somehow combined my biggest dream with a total nightmare. And then her flesh settled heavily onto my nose and mouth and I didn't have time to think about what I was doing anymore. She wiggled my nose right up *into* her slit, and then she started. Her weight slammed down onto my face as she savagely mashed her cunt in my face. With powerful strokes she roughly smeared her wet opening up and back, using my nose like a tiny dildo to rub against her as she did it. It was a rush of sensations; I was immersed in the sight, taste and smell of her sex as she rode my face harder and harder. It was painful, my cheeks hurt, my eyes hurt, and my nose, lips and teeth felt as if they'd all surely be destroyed by her assault. 

      "Oh yeah this is it, . . . I'm fucking your face sis! I'm fucking your face. You're nothing but . . . my dildo! You're nothing but my fucking . . . fucktoy! " She told me between enthusiastic grunts of exertion as she mashed her pussy on my tortured face faster and harder with every stroke. 

      Her sex was impossibly wet, wetter than I'd ever been. Her juices were so plentiful that her slit felt like a steaming cauldron of potent feminine mastery. She violently made my face *hers*. As she forced my nose again and again into her wet depths I couldn't deny the other sensations washing over me. It was a horrible realization, but I loved what Megan was doing to me. I loved the helpless sensation of being used by her. 

      "Oh shit yeah Oh god! Now slut! Start Licking! " Megan demanded as she rammed her pussy in my face with a frighteningly savage glee. 

      And just like that I was doing it, without thinking. I thrust my tongue up against her as she continued to hump my face, and I was immediately treated with the tangy taste of her wickedly feminine secretions. My feelings of submission and perverse delight grew even stronger then as Megan raced towards completion. I had to just quickly slip my tongue out against her and back as she hit me with each pounding thrust of her hips. 

      "Oh shit, I'm going to cum . . . You nasty little lesbian whore, drink my fucking cum! " My little sister grunted as she dominated my face with her pussy. 

      She came right there, atop my face, and finally she stopped her frantic humping. Despite her warning, I was more than a little surprised to feel the wetness on my face increase even more as she shuddered and climaxed with my nose and mouth jammed in folds. I probed up into her steaming heat with my tongue and found myself practically drowning in the torrent of girl-juice that seemed to be oozing everywhere then. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care, I was *hers* to do with as she pleased and I loved it. 

      "Suck it Rachel . . . oh shit . . . drink my fucking cum . . . drink my fucking cum like the little lesbian whore you are . . . oh god . . . fill your nasty little lesbian tummy with my cream . . . suck my fucking twat!" She ordered as she quivered atop my face. 

      Eyes closed I did as she required, I drank my own sister's juices as if they were the sweetest honey. And then she gave me a poke on the forehead with her finger and I looked up at her in surprise. 

      "Look at me sis. Look at me while you drink my fucking cum." She demanded, peering down over her breasts to look into my barely visible eyes peaking up at her from the between her legs. 

      I stared up into her mocking eyes, and the shame was so intense and wonderful it drove me wild. Megan lifted her mound from my face for a moment to let me breathe before carefully planting it back where she wanted it, engulfing my licking tongue and rubbing my sore nose against her still-swollen clit. Back in place, she wiggled herself to bury my tongue deeper inside her as she came down from her orgasmic high. 

      "Mmmmmhh. That was fun, wasn't it? It's official now Rachel. You're a submissive little fuck-face. You're my *bitch*. Stick your tongue as far up in there as you can, slut. I want you to drink every drop of my girl-goo while I watch, you little secret cunt-sucker." She laughed at me as she said it, and her eyes never left mine as she continued to grind her wetness down onto my tongue. 

      And then, when I thought I was going to pass out in her pussy's smothering grasp, she finally pulled herself back a couple of inches and sat on my upper chest again as she had done earlier. Gasping for breath I stared at the beautiful full lips of her sex, still wet and shiny as my own face must have been, right there just inches in front of me. 

      "So now you know my secret, sis. The cat is out of the bag, or, the cat is right in front of your face so to speak." Megan laughed, idly fondling her chubby boobs as she spoke. 

      She didn't just look more confident then; she was like a whole different relaxed person. Of course, she had just given herself a huge orgasm on my face. I struggled to catch my breath, and as I did the reality of the situation hit me with a sudden intense wave of shame. Somehow I'd gotten caught up in the moment, driven along by some perverse desire to truly feel dominated by another female, and that had overpowered my ability to make rational judgement. What had I done? I'd just licked my sister's pussy! What would my family think if they ever found out? My friends? I'd be ruined. A lump formed in my throat and then tears hit me from out of nowhere, suddenly welling up in my eyes. 

      "What's wrong Rachel?" 

      "You . . . . . . I . . . . . . you're my sister! I-I've never done anything like this before." 

      "Well, you have now. And you're not done yet sis. That was just my warmup fuck. When women come in here, they know they're going to be here until I'm done with them. Hell, I haven't even gotten to my toy collection yet." Megan laughed, gesturing to the dresser at the side of the room. 

      I continued to sob, tears rolling down my already-slick cheeks as I watched Megan begin to softly stroke herself right there in front of my face. 

      "Yeah, I still can hardly believe that sluts like you really exist. If it hadn't have been for this girl Darla I met at school I would have never known. You see, Darla was a little lezzy slut like you. We got a little drunk one night at a party, and Darla made a pass at me! I told her I wasn't interested, but Darla just wouldn't take no for an answer. She asked me if there could ever be a way that she could hook up with me, and I told her no unless she just wanted to go down on me without anything in return." 

      Megan smiled down at me as if remembering it fondly. 

      "Imagine my surprise when she told me that would be fine with her. I couldn't believe it. She was willing to eat me out and not get *any* reciprocation back from me. So I let her do it. And then I let her do it again. She was a good little submissive and it became quickly obvious that I was naturally dominant. Soon she was begging me to let her do it. I started to make her humiliate herself for my amusement before I'd let her have it. Until finally I got to the point where I really was just *using* her. I didn't talk to her like a friend any more, I didn't care if I was hurting her when I rode her face--I just *used* her. And it was great. I'm a really sexual girl, sis. I'm telling you, I need to get it all the time. Using Darla saved me from having to masturbate, and besides it was more fun. Watching her degrade herself just for the chance to suck on *this*." Megan laughed, cupping her sex as she said it. 

      "And then I got the idea to post the ads. I didn't think I'd get any responses, but Darla had proved to me that you just couldn't know what people would do. The first woman who responded was Claire, my little forty year-old stock broker slut. Can you believe it Rachel? I was able to make a forty year-old woman, a woman that earns six figures, to come to a hotel room and let me abuse her. I'd learned from Darla, I treated Claire rough from the start, and the dyke loved it. She became my first regular 'customer'. I still fuck that woman's face as often as she can afford it. Think about it, a forty year old successful woman gives me a thousand dollars a visit--and then she begs for the privilege of getting *me* off." 

      My bout of shame continued, the tears still sliding slowly down my wet cheeks as I listened to my sister's story. All the while she continued to stroke herself lightly, and it was a damning sign to me about myself that the sight of her pussy still turned me on. The smell of it, the taste of it, still permeated my character somehow as if it had seeped into my brain and changed the way I thought. 

      "Now I've got seven regulars, and I've made twenty-five thousand dollars in the last six months even after paying the mortgage on this place. Not bad for a part-time job--a rather enjoyable part-time job at that." She congratulated herself. 

      "It's really great you know. If I'm feeling horny and I don't have any appointments scheduled, I just pick one of my sluts and give her a call. When I tell them I've decided to let them have a freebie, they drop whatever they're doing and rush right over here to serve my every face-fucking whim. I call them fuckfaces, because their faces exist just for me to fuck. They're worthless losers who'll bow down to me and let me use them like they're chew-toys for my pussy. But you know all about that, don't you Rachel. Or should I call you . . . *fuckface*?" 

      "Megan, I don't know why I let you do that. But, but you have to stop this now!" I managed to tell her as her words intensified my hot tears of shame. 

      "I don't have to stop anything. And you don't *let* me do things--I take what I want because I can. None of you *let* me. You do it because you *need* it. No sane, self-respecting woman would ever do what you sluts do! And if you have any question about whether or not you deserve to be called fuck-face, I suggest you take a good look at *this*." Megan told me sternly as she yanked my head up off the bench and pulled my face up to her swollen pussy. 

      "You're face is covered with *my* cum. Your belly is full of *my* cum. And you're tied down down with *my* pussy in your face. Face it Rachel, you are a fuckface. Now tell me what you are, and tell me the right way." Megan demanded. 

      When she took charge so forcefully it just turned my spine to jelly for some reason. Why couldn't I resist her? It was so wrong, but it felt *so* right. 

      "I'm your . . . fuckface mistress." I admitted softly. 

      "And what are you staring at fuckface?" 

      "Your pussy mistress." 

      "You love it, don't you? You little lesbian whore, admit it!" 

      "Yes mistress." I quietly moaned it. 

      "Now show me what a worthless, stupid, perverted little slut you are. Look up into your little sister's eyes and kiss my fucking twat, you pathetic little cunt." 

      I looked away from her sex and up into her burning eyes. 

      "Yes mistress." I responded then, helpless to resist her infernal power. 

      I craned my neck even farther, so that I could just barely get close enough to press my lips to her sex. She smiled, and then she starting laughing, a deep throaty affair that shamed be to my core. Megan released my hair and my head dropped back to the bench with a painful thud. 

      "That's more like it sis. I know this is all happening a little bit quickly. You just need to get adjusted to the fact that we're very different people. You're a worthless little cuntsucking whore, and I'm a beautiful, dominant woman. Once you get in touch with your true self, in touch with your need to be dominated, you'll be much happier. I think by the time I'm done fucking your nasty face tonight it'll all be clear to you. Now you just sit tight." She told me, smirking as she climbed off of me. 

      "Yes mistress." I answered. 

      I twisted my neck and tilted my head to watch her as she fumbled through her toy collection. Finally she pulled out some sort of black rubber bag. As she held it up over me, I saw that it had a long black dildo attached to it, whatever it was. Megan swung it back and forth over me, chuckling. 

      "Get a good look, sis. This is my special face-dildo." She told me, angling it so that I could see it better. 

      The contraption was a rubber hood with eye and nostril holes. Where the mouth should be, there was a huge rubber dildo. The thing seemed to penetrate the hood, extending mostly outside the hood but several inches inside it as well. I didn't like the looks of the thing at all. 

      "I-I don't want that on me." I told her. 

      "Ha ha. It doesn't matter what you want, does it sis?" Megan told me as she began to stretch the hood over the top of my head! 

      It was humiliating to feel so turned on by submitting to her that I couldn't even help myself then. 

      "Yes mistress." I gulped, as she struggled to pull the hood down over my nose. 

      She held the dildo part of it twisted flat against my face until she had the inside part of the rubber cock all the way down to my mouth. Any chance I had to beg her not to continue was lost as she wiggled the inside part of the dildo into my mouth, then pulled the rest of the hood down over my chin. Grabbing the rubber rod that extended from my mouth, Megan jiggled it roughly as if to make sure it was sturdy enough for her use. 

      "There, now you're a human dildo. *My* human dildo." She giggled. 

      I was completely sealed into the rubber embrace of the hood. Only my eyes were exposed as I looked helplessly up at her. As I struggled a bit to breathe through the small hose in the hood's nose I realized that I could breathe a little bit through my mouth as well. The part of the dildo that filled my mouth was hollow, and there must be some holes in the surface of the rubber cock that I hadn't seen. 

      "Get ready for the ride of your life, slut." Megan said as she moved over me. 

      Encased in the rubber cocoon of the mask I found myself looking up at her enflamed pussy lips with a mixture of disgust and need. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted nothing more than to feel her pussy on my lips again right then. Megan squatted herself onto the tip of the dildo and I immediately felt force of her in my mouth. 

      "Ohhhh." She moaned as she began to impale herself on the rubber extension of my mouth. 

      Slowly she slid the dildo inside her until I felt the air holes inside it become covered, leaving me only able to breathe through my nose. She sank all the way down until her full weight was crushing down onto my face, the rubber cock buried to the hilt inside her. Megan started lifting herself up and down, fucking herself on the dildo. 

      "Just lie there and take it, you little bitch. I'm in charge now." She told me. 

      Hand-cuffed and hooded, I felt intensely subservient to Megan as she rode my face. Her well-lubricated cunt made wet sucking noises, and her juices began to trickle through the holes into my mouth. The fresh flavor of her arousal drove me wild and made me feel even more submissive then. Where I'd been just disgusted at first, then I was just aroused. 

      She was using me like an inanimate object and I loved it. All I could think about was her pussy, and how she'd mashed it in my face as she came. Her scent and flavor inundated my senses and kept me fiercely aroused as she continued to work the black cock in and out of herself until finally she approached climax. 

      She pressed her weight all the way down until her she rested on my face. Leaning forward to ram her clit against my nose, Megan kept the dildo buried inside her as she humped my face faster and faster. I couldn't see anything and I couldn't breathe. Her smell and the taste of her dripping juices combined with the sensation of her weight pressing down on my face to overwhelm my senses. 

      "Oh . . . you filthy little . . . oh . . . fucking whore . . . oh . . . you're my bitch now . . . oh . . . my little fucking sister slut . . . oh . . . oh oh oh OHHHHH!" Megan cried out as she came atop me. 

      She sat atop my face like that for a few minutes, shaking and twitching with little after shocks from her orgasm. I was actively sucking on the part of the rubber prick that was in my mouth by then, desperate for every little taste of her pussy that I could get. She finally lifted herself off the dildo and slowly worked the hood off of my head. 

      "Mmmmm, that was nice." She told me. 

      She held up the hood and attached dildo over my face, turning it so that I could see it's shimmering wet surface. 

      "Open up, fuckface." Megan ordered, pressing the tip of the rubber cock to my lips. 

      "Yes mistress." I replied. 

      I opened my mouth and let my sister push the thing inside me. The taste of her pussy continued to have the same powerful effect on me--I loved it. I loved being tied up and helpless. Loved being forced to do whatever humiliating thing she demanded. She chuckled as I sucked her juices from the cock until she was satisfied and she pulled the thing away from me. She tossed it aside before crouching down to unlock my handcuffs. 

      "It's time for you to thank me sis. They all do before they leave." 

      "Th-thank you, mistress." I managed. My mouth was sore from the abuse it had taken. 

      "You're welcome, slut. Now get out of my house." 

      "What?" I asked as I sat up. 

      "You heard me. I'm tired, I'm going to go lay down for a while. It's time for you to go. Just let yourself out." She told me. 

      Then she walked towards the door to the room! 

      "Wait, Megan. You drove us. How am I going to get home?" I asked. 

      "I don't know. What do I care? Just get out, I'm done with you." She said as she walked out of the room. 

      I rubbed my sore wrists and ankles in shock as I heard a heavy door close somewhere in the house. I got up and looked around. I found that the door I'd heard appeared to separate the rest of the house from the play area where I was. It was locked. I opened the front door and stepped out into the night. 

      It was humiliating to be used and then just discarded the way I'd been, but somehow I couldn't resist feeling aroused as I walked away from the house and started looking for a cab. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      The next day I didn't know what to do. I was too humiliated to talk to Megan. I couldn't bear the thought of even facing her. How could I? 

      I managed to avoid her the whole day. I got up early and left the house. I shopped in the morning, and then met up with some of my old high school friends in the afternoon. When I came home that night, Megan was already out with her friends. I was so relieved not to see her. I was afraid that if I had, the feelings would get so strong that I'd do something shameful again. 

      I decided that I would leave early the next morning to drive back to Wisconsin. I'd just get away and try to forget the events of the weekend, however arousing I might have foudn them. The things I'd felt and done were just . . . *wrong*. 

      The problem is, just thinking about what had happened made me horny again. It was a struggle to resist the urge to masturbate before I went to sleep. Finally I did fall asleep though, until I awoke in the middle of the night to find Megan climbing atop me. She was naked! Pressing me over onto my back she moved to straddle my head. With a mixture of humiliation and need I stared at her sex as she lowered it towards me. 

      Megan pressed her cunt down onto my face, settling her weight down onto me as I began to lick her. My mouth and nose were soon liberally coated with her fragrant wetness as she began to ride me in earnest. 

      My own pussy grew hot and wet as I labored under her, hungrily licking and sucking at her sweet center. It felt so kinky, so wrong, but also so *good*. She used me for what seemed like forever, grinding herself on my face with ever-increasing vigor. 

      After Megan finally came, struggling to stifle her cries of pleasure, she spoke to me for the first time. "Drink it!" She hissed. 

      I lapped up every drop of her delicious wetness that my tongue could extract. Squirming with forbidden pleasure, I licked and sucked at her with wild, hungry abandon. 

      "Good little slut." She laughed at me, as she climbed off of my face. 

      Standing up next to my bed, she gestured to my pillow. 

      "Give that to me." She whispered. 

      I handed her the pillow. Megan took my pillow and moved it down between her legs. I watched, in surprise, as she wiped her pussy on my pillow! She handed it back to me with a smile. 

      "Goodnight, fuckface." She said, and then she was gone. 

      I held the soiled pillow in my hands for a moment. I felt a sick fascination I couldn't resist. I pressed the wet streak on the pillow to my face and inhaled deeply of her precious scent. 

      Putting my pillow back in place I rolled over onto my stomach. My hand slid down into my panties as I lay myself down, pressing my face to the pillow. Thinking about my sister dominating me, it didn't take me long to cum. 

      I slept with my face pressed to the pillow, drinking in her scent all night long. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      The next day I felt so ashamed at what I'd done the night before. I hadn't just let my sister use me--I'd loved it. I stuck to my plan, telling my parents goodbye and leaving before Megan even got up. 

      I felt a little bit better when I was safely back at school, far away from the events of the weekend. I made it through the day without any problems, but that night in bed I found myself getting turned on as I thought of what she'd done to me. In spite of myself masturbated until I came, once again to fantasies of being dominated by my little sister. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      As the days passed after that I knew I had a serious problem--I couldn't stop thinking about Megan. It was awful. Night after night I masturbated thinking about how it had felt when she used me. It was dirty, shameful, and wrong. But it was wonderful somehow as well. It had turned me on so much. Being tied up, smothered and, well, *fucked* by my sister had made me feel free somehow. When I was under her something made me give in to the moment and just let her take control. 

      After two weeks I couldn't take it anymore. I was desperate to feel that freedom again. So desperate that I'd begun sniffing my own worn panties when I masturbated to remind me of how it had felt to be inundated with her scent. 

      Finally, I broke down and called her. 

      "Hello?" 

      Just hearing the sound of her voice made my heart beat faster. I panicked for a moment, and found myself unable to speak. 

      "Hi, this is Rachel." I managed. 

      "Oh. Hi, sis." 

      "How are you doing, Megan?" I asked. 

      "I'm fine." 

      "Good. I'm doing okay too." 

      "Is there something you need, Rachel?" Megan asked me. 

      "I just wanted to call and say hi." 

      "Why don't you quit beating around the bush and just ask me?" Megan said. 

      "Ask you? Wha-what do you mean?" I stammered. 

      "Don't lie to me. You're calling because you want to know if I'll fuck your slutty little face again, aren't you? That *is* what you want, isn't it?" 

      "Yes." I admitted. 

      I felt my pussy growing wet as Megan took control of the conversation. It made me feel so horny to hear her talk about fucking my face. 

      "Yes what?" She demanded. 

      "Yes mistress." 

      "God, you're so pathetic, you know. You're just like the rest of them." 

      I felt my shame growing at her words. Somehow it just turned me on even more. 

      "Yes mistress." 

      "You know you'll have to pay like the others this time, don't you?" 

      I thought about how little money I had saved. I couldn't resist the damn urges I felt though--I knew if I didn't feel her control again it would drive me insane. 

      "Yes mistress. How-how much should I bring?" 

      "I'll give you the student discount. Five hundred. Come to the house this Friday, at seven o'clock." 

      "Yes mistress." 

      The phone went dead in my hand. I set the phone down and my hand was in my panties before I made it to my bed. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      Six months later I was standing outside the door to the house, the same nice little house where Megan had first taken possession of me. The house I'd visited a half dozen times since. I rang the doorbell and waited. I knew it could be a while before she came, so I waited as patiently as I could. 

      While I waited I thought about just how pathetic I really was. Pathetic was working two jobs while I was in school and then giving my little sister every dollar I earned. Pathetic was doing that for a little sister who not only didn't work at all, but one who was getting richer every day doing nothing but enjoying herself at the expense of others. And pathetic was driving four hours back to my home town just so I could pay my own sister to torment, humiliate and degrade me for her amusement. 

      Even more pathetic yet was what I was doing that afternoon. It wasn't that I'd ditched all my classes and drove the four hours home to her when she summoned me like a queen summoning a peasant. It's embarrassing how excited I was to get a 'freebie'. On those rare occasions like that that, when Megan called and demanded I immediately go give her an orgasm, I didn't have to scratch together the usual five hundred dollars. 

      Beyond pathetic was my traitorous pussy getting moist as I stood there at the door. Megan had me so in her thrall that I got wet from just the anticipation of her control. 

      Finally the door opened, and there she stood in all her dominant glory. She was wearing just a t-shirt and panties, and it made my knees weak just to see her like that. 

      "Hi there sis. Come in." She told me with a smile. 

      "Yes mistress." I answered, as I stepped inside and closed her front door behind me. 

      When I turned back around to face her, she had her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. 

      "Well, what are you waiting for sis? Don't you think you should show some respect and say hello to me in an appropriate manner?" 

      "Yes mistress. What would you like me to do?" I said with a gulp. 

      "Why don't you start by kissing my ass?" She said with a smile. 

      My pussy squirmed with forbidden delight as I moved behind her and sank to my knees. She didn't even look back at me, she just stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting. Waiting, and knowing that I couldn't resist her control. When I pressed my lips to the soft skin of her buttocks she laughed softly above me. 

      "That's a good little sister. Kiss my ass, fuckface." 

      Megan let me kiss her rear for a few minutes before pushing me away. She took hold of my hair and pulled me towards the play room. 

      "Come on, sis. I'm horny as hell and there really is nothing better than cumming all over my big sister's nasty face." 

      As I struggled to keep up with her, crawling as fast as I could to keep her from pulling the hair out of my head, I couldn't help feeling glad I'd discovered Megan's secret. I was so pathetic. I knew I'd spend the rest of my life working to earn money to give to Megan for the privilege of worshiping her, if she'd let me. As horrible as it sounds, it was worth it to me. Worth it to give up every thing for her, because when she took charge it just felt so *right*. My pussy grew wetter as we approached the room where she'd soon climb atop my face to use me for her pleasure. 

      I looked up at her swaying bottom as she led me, and Megan was so strong and sexy that it just drove me wild. I knew she didn't care about me. That she didn't care about my sacrifices. That she was just using me. But I didn't care--I was her worthless little fuckface and I *loved* it. 

      - The End - 


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