Fucked by Sierra and her brother #NSFW

I’ve been in hiding over the past week. Not from Sierra, from myself. It was exactly a week ago when, on the verge of an orgasm, I pretty much gave Sierra and her brother Antonio permission to do with me anything they wanted. She was a tease, a seducer, irresistible and insatiable in her appetite for sex and adventures. He was a genuine sadist looking for truly masochistic girls as his playmates. Oh, but only on a good day. On a bad day, I don’t even want to know what he did for his mafia family.

A week has passed since Antonio went to work on me. Sierra’s tongue was deeply buried between my legs, I had Antonio’s rock hard cock deep in my mouth. I wanted to come so badly; I wanted him to come just when Sierra pushed me over the edge. Desperately trying to find a grip on the slick sides of the dental chair, unable to see through my blindfold, I thrusting my head deep onto Antonio’s massive rod. My legs were nearly crushing Sierra’s head. She kept stroking my clit with her tongue while pushing much of her hand deep inside my pussy. She found my G-spot and must have twisted her entire fist inside of me.

My nipples were on fire, not from stimulation, but from pain. It only added to the desperate attempt to climax soon. But Antonio and Sierra knew all to well how to play me. As long as I was on the edge of an orgasm, I could tolerate the new jewelry Antonio was attaching on my nipples. Sweat was running down my cheeks making the vinyl covered dental chair even more slick. My pussy was dripping and begging for Sierra to keep her fist inside of me still enough to let me grind my g-spot over her knuckles. The self-control Antonio displayed was driving me crazy. What does a girls have to do to give him a blow job?

I remember him saying “done” before I felt his cock pulsing in my throat, his hands pushing my head as far down his shaft as I could take. He unloaded his cum just as Sierra finally pushed firm enough on my G-spot while sucking on my clit and the muscles in my pussy bounced like bungee cords in a massive orgasm. Antonio’s cock slipped out of my mouth and the second and third shot of his cum covered my face and chest.

In the afterglow, my entire body felt alive, my head in a different place, everything was intense; good intense. There was no pain, just warm cum covering me and Sierra’s soaked hand slowly pulling out of my pussy. The best feeling in the world. Sierra and Antonio were an amazing duo. Their timing perfect, his control amazing, and, oh that cock of his.

Slowly, as my body returned to the reality of lying naked on a dental chair in an abandoned underground bunker, my nipples began to ache painfully. Gone was the thrill of the past hour, and reality slowly set in. What did Antonio do to me?

I remember letting out a terrifying scream when Sierra removed the blindfold, my eyes adjusted to the bright lights, and I saw my breasts in the mirror Antonio held across my tummy to let me admire his work. The pain gave way to shock.

Two huge globes stared back at me. They looked nothing like the perky c-cups I once had. My tits were massive!

“How do you like them?” Antonio asked with Sierra rubbing her hands over my new chest.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

Now it was Sierra’s turn to explain her jewelry. I had not even noticed that the base of my breasts was surrounded by solid steel rings, probably 3 or 4 stacked on top of each other. The rings were much smaller than the breasts that protruded from them. The rings, Sierra explained in a very sweet tone, were completely solid and the only way to remove them would be when my breasts returned to their normal size.

I didn’t quite understand what she was saying, and how my breasts had gotten so much larger, almost cartoonish, while I was completely under her and Antonio’s spell. “Isn’t it beautiful what 500 ml of saline injections can do?”

I had to digest what she was saying. It slowly dawned on me. I was completely dependent on her for at least the next couple of days. The pain I had felt was not from my nipples. Instead, Antonio had worked carefully to inject saline into my breasts, after placing the rings around the base of my breast. The pulling I felt was him slipping my breast through the tight rings that now completely surround my breasts at their base.

With the saline, my breasts were hopelessly trapped inside the rings, being pushing outward like balloons wanting to fly away. As if walking around with huge breasts would not be humiliating enough, having each of my tits stick out an additional two or three inches was beyond humiliating.

“You look beautiful, Francesca. We’re going to have so much fun together. You can stay here for a little longer and relax, or we can drive back. It’s already getting late.” The way Sierra talked was almost giddy. She had a new toy, a new…fuck-toy. She owned me.

“Oh, come on, Francesca. Don’t look like that. Your body will absorb the saline in a few days and then you can take the rings off again. Nothing is permanent, unless you would like it to be.” She had this infections smile. How could I be angry with her. I felt distorted, but the way she and Antonio looked at me, the way my nipples were now pushing against my dress, how my silhouette had been altered, I felt like a sex object. A desired sex object, one created by the woman I love. And this was only the beginning.

I’ve stayed with Sierra since we returned to the city. I couldn’t go outside, let alone back to school, but fortunately, fall break was already coming up. Most of the time I spent in her building’s private pool. My breasts felt best swimming in water, although it took days before they returned to normal. The rings have since slipped off, which was a great relief. But my breasts were still noticeably larger than they had been.

Maybe she and Antonio will take me to the farm again soon. I’m thinking 800 ml.

Masturbation Monday

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