"If you've wanted to make yourself look like a whore, you've succeeded.
Although I must admit that even whores look quite different these days."
His insults passed over Sylvie's head as she slowly slipped out of her negligee. "What do you think of this?" she cooed, grinning in lewd invitation, pushing her curvy little buttocks out provocatively and mincing around his chair in a wide circle. She kept both hands on her sleek and well proportioned hips, and threw her head back as she walked, her hips swaying enticingly.
"Very good…" Erick applauded some more. He was beginning to get truly excited by Sylvie's outrageous performance. The fact that he was responsible for this beautiful woman's turning herself into a parody of a burlesque dancer, was keenly appreciated by his more perverse nature.
"Very good, indeed!" he cried.
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Sylvie declared, pushed toward the extremes of her jangling nerves. She advanced toward him cupping her breasts, letting the ripe ivory toned roundness of them nestle in her palms, thrusting out the large rosy nipples jubilantly.
Defiantly, she spread her long sensuous legs right in front of him, and watched with satisfaction as her husband's brother's eyes were glued to her fingers as she spread the puffy golden-haired lips of her pussy, and revealed the glistening inner pearlesence of her gleaming cunt.
Erick couldn't keep his eyes off it. Although he had known its slippery interior intimately only the night before, it still contained a mystery and a lure that he could not resist. His brother's wife!
He reached forward for her, clasping her around the buttocks and pulling her lewdly presented pussy to his face. He burrowed his lips in the wet inner split, growling passionately as he realized that his dream was going to come true in a few moments. He was going to fuck his brother Tim's wife!
Sylvie's unnatural bravado snapped as soon as Erick's hands were upon her however, and she began to scream, "Stop! Stop!!"
But Erick held her tight, his hands hot and rough, and although she clawed out in a nightmarish fury, kicking and biting at him, he was too determined and too strong for her. It only took him a few moments to subdue her, holding her down on the thick carpet, keeping her arms pinned to her naked sides. He knelt over her and looked triumphantly.
Smirking devilishly, one hand rose up and began to massage her right breast. Sylvie wriggled and screamed, "NO, NO, NO!"
"Got nice tits!" Erick whispered, fondling harder, searching for the nipple. Finding it, he pinched hard until it grew rigid beneath his fingers. His other hand was moving down and just as Sylvie was trying to get her knee up to get him in the groin, his hand slipped up into the fully spread, unprotected slit of her pussy.
Sylvie's head fell backward as she was stunned by the searing contact.
She tried to resist the blinding flash of lust that sprang up within her, but it was impossible. Too much had already been set in motion.
Then all the rest was like a slow motion dream. It was happening to another person… another woman completely… certainly not Sylvie Cassidy. Sylvie could watch that other woman, that passionate, lewd creature who had lured Erick on. She could look on from a great distance as the woman did and said things that she herself would never do. Her thighs and belly were afire and all the excitement that she had been yearning for with her husband was there. When Erick freed his imperiously erect cock with hurried impatience, he guided it straight toward the pink defenseless lips of her vagina, heading him toward the already wet and open spot that was ready to be fully penetrated.
"Ohhhhhhh!! Erick!! Erick!!" she cried out, a long wail of delight escaped from her brightly painted lips as Sylvie lay back trembling beneath her brother-in-law's thrusting prick. It felt so good that she was afraid to move. How long had it been since she had felt a man's cock inside her… promising her fulfillment, a man fucking her… wanting her…giving it to her!
God, she needed it… needed it even more than she had known! She strained up against him, nakedly grinding against his clothing, wanting him deeper inside her yearning moist cunt.
"Fuck deeper fuck deeper deeper!" she cried, clutching up at him and drawing him down closer to her full breasts, pushing against the harsh fabric of his clothes as Erick grabbed the wavering cheeks of Sylvie's buttocks and drove into her stallion-like his hardness striking far into the gaping wetness of her willingly wide-spread pussy.
"Oh God!" she moaned, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" These were the only words that counted now. All of Mrs. Tim Cassidy's obligations were gone now, blissfully shattered, smashed by the fucking cock in her womb… all thoughts of her strangely silent husband, of his possible infidelities … all the peering, prying newspapers… all had disappeared. Sylvie splayed her legs out as wide as she could and allowed the thick blood filled cock of her husband's baby brother to smash and plunder her aching, lust-filled cunt into a blissful state of ecstasy.
"It's good it's good it's good!!" she cried out, receiving the brutal force of him in a state of raw, unadulterated lust. With wanton abandon she began her orgasm, "Sssssssnnnnnnnaaaaaaarrrreeee!" letting it strike her incredibly hard in a crashing, sharply spiraling tornado that spun her in all directions at once. She knew it would be followed by another and then another until all of her lust was milked from her hotly streaming pussy!
When Sylvie lay in a crumpled mass of quivering spent flesh beneath him, Erick knelt over her panting triumphantly.
"I fucked the living shit out of her!" he thought to himself excitedly.
She had toyed around with him long enough and finally he had gotten to throw it to her. He went over her past impertinences with delight, looking at her pale face as she lay on the floor in a semi-swoon beneath him. The only thing that bothered him was the thought that he might have given her too much pleasure! His wetly, glistening cock began to rise from its drooping state as a thought occurred to him. She wouldn't get away so easy after all! He'd make sure she really remembered their night together, just in case he never got a chance at his brother's wife again!
"Kneel up!" he shouted briskly. There wasn't all that much time. He could count on Tim being gone at least another hour probably but no more.
Sylvie slowly emerged from the never-never land in which she had been floating, there she was queen of all she surveyed, a heavenly drifting creature who needed no food or water to survive, only love. The harsh sound of Erick's voice brought her slowly back to a reality she did not want to face, and when finally she opened her eyes to his rough shaking, she closed them again right away. It was as though someone had tossed cold water on her. She was the old Sylvie, not the person who had so enjoyed her brother-in-law's hard, lewd caresses. Her mind began to hum with the horrid realization that he wanted something more from her, something other than what she had already done.
"Oh god help me!" she thought, "perhaps if I go along with him he'll leave… it will all be over sooner!" She needed time to think… How could she have gone off the deep end so completely. Was her mind going?
Shamefully the memory of her obscene behavior earlier in the evening came back to haunt her. Down between her legs she felt achey and abused, whatever pleasure she had been feeling at the time seemed erased. She felt herself being bodily lifted from the rug, and she blushed for her nakedness, for her thick ugly make-up, for everything she had done. When she was positioned away from hen, on her knees, she looked across at the exquisite furnishings of the hotel room and winced that such acts of incestuous proportions were taking place in such refined surroundings.
Behind her, Erick peered down at her tanned wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he would truly humiliate Sylvie this time.
"Now spread those legs wider!" he commanded. He had gotten naked behind her, the better to enjoy himself, and his thick pulsing cock stood out forward from his loins, its heavily veined shaft pointing at the split between Sylvie's unsuspecting buttock cheeks. Leaning over, hollowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, pushed his index finger forward. Sylvie's long tapered legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull of her tendons where her thighs joined the area of her used pussy.