Linky Dink the Maid 3
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Lincoln can't believe the terrifying surprise that his master Clyde has in store for him -- bringing his sister Lori over to have Lincoln film them cucking her fiance!
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All characters are 18+
Clyde shrugs. “Hey now, he can’t help how much of a loser he is. After all, even before he got his weenie lasered into nothingness, he wasn’t exactly a king. Hey, pimple dick, get over here!”
Lincoln hops and wobbles on over towards Clyde. “Y-yes, uh, m-master.”
Clyde motions to his pants. “Let the lady see what she came here to see.”
Burning bright red, Lincoln gets down on his knees and reaches up, unbuttoning Clyde’s pants and pulling them and his boxers down. He tries to look away, but that massive schlong he has come to live with springs free, tall and wide, veiny and dark, and, most importantly, glistening from the blow job it received earlier.
Lori stares at him with a dropped jaw. “What… the fuck. Did… did you…?”
Clyde snickers, patting Lincolns’ head. “Never had a better fleshlight in my life, but a toy isn’t good enough for me to plow. I need something real, you know?”
Lori gulps, her eyes flickering at the cock, taking in every inch. “Y… yeah. I need something… big… and wide to… to fill me up and stretch me out.” She bites her lip, bringing her knees together. “A real man with a really big cock that will like, literally, tear me apart!”
Lincoln, attempting to keep his eyes away from Clyde, sees Lori, and his heart drops. Seeing his sister react to his former friend and his tormentor makes the despair well up within him. It causes him to collapse against the sofa.
“Hey!” Clyde snaps. “All the blood rushing to your tiny dicklet? Stand up, now!”
Lincoln shuffles to his feet, his blush deeper than before.
“Now, the two of you listen here,” Clyde says, leaning a hand upon his knee. “I’m gonna fuck Lori, and she’s going to scream for me when I knock her up and-”
“K-knock?”
“Shut it!” he chuckles. “Lori's gonna become a Clyde creampie by the time I’m done with her. All for the viewing pleasure of her cuck of a fiance. And the whole time, you’re free to watch.”
“Hey, now!” Lori pipes up.
“Got a problem with that?” Clyde says, snickering.
“It’s just weird to have the squirt stare at me. He doesn’t deserve it, the perv!”
“What if he does it without the dress?” Clyde says, snapping his finger.
On command, Lincoln shuffles and pulls the dress up over his head. He’s left standing in the stockings and garters and gloves and hairband. Otherwise, he’s naked enough for both participants to see him, from his flat and girly body to his minuscule member, puckering in its attention.
“Oh-Em-Gee,” Lori says, her disgust switching when she sees him in that getup; biting her lip, she can’t help but hold back a chortle. “Fuck, I forgot how pathetic he looked. Gah, seeing the two ends of cocks together like this, it… it….”
“It really gets ya goin’?” Clyde asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Lori unbuttons her jacket, smirking. She lets it drop to the floor, getting to her blouse. “So, button penis,” She coos, a soft growl rising up in her voice. “You, like, literally wanted to fuck your sister for how long?”
Lincoln gulps, moving his hands between his legs.
“Don’t hide that microdick, pimple dick!” Clyde snaps.
Lincoln wraps his hands around his chest instead, hunching over, his knees together, biting his lip. “I… I didn’t.”
“After that little parade, you put on the other day?” Lori asks, her blouse halfway down, her rocking tits in her bra on display. “You’re still going to deny it? Why? Do you want me to point out how much of a freak you are? ‘Cause, you’re a freak!”
He nods, shuddering.
Snickering, she walks towards the couch, placing her hand on the arm. She reaches behind herself, hooking her finger up under her skirt, pulling her panties down, getting those things to go down to her knees, all scrunched up with her legs spread to stretch them out. “Take another look and realize you are never gonna get this because you’re such a tiny winy little incest freak! Maybe, if I had a lot to drink and if I was really desperate, I might have fooled around with you on a hornier day of mine, you know, back when you actually had a dick!”
Lincoln’s knees wobble, his lips quivering. The weight of everything threatens to push him down to his knees, but then, he can only imagine the tortures he’d be in if he didn’t watch.
Clyde picks himself up, tossing Lincoln a phone. “Alright, tiny dick. You’re the director, and we’d better get all the money shots, or I’m getting my roughest friends to run a train on you someplace dangerous, like under a bridge or something.”
Lincoln nearly drops the phone, fumbling around with his semi-transparent gloves and their weak grip before he finally settles on holding the camera. At first, the image shows his tiny little dick down the flat plane of his body, but he notices the little red dot and the number quickly going up. “W… we’re live, s-sir.”
“Fuck yeah,” Clyde says. “Now, move that camera to show something people want to see instead of at that stupid little blackhead you got between your legs. The real fun is just about to begin!”
The first moments of the recording are shaky as Lincoln fumbles to get a good look at the scene. His master and his sister have stripped their clothes in no time, Clyde’s hands running over her body in a possessive hold. At the same time, the two whisper sweet nothings towards each other. Clyde looks over his shoulder and says. “Keep your eyes on the prize, cuck! A real man’s about to plow your girl.”
He snaps his fingers. “Maid, rubber!”
“U… Uh, right!” Lincoln reaches into his thigh-high stocking, breaking the recording with muffled shuffling. He holds out the condom packet, which Lori reaches for between her fingers. “Thanks, microdick,” she coos. “Don’t want to be carrying Clyde’s kid, now do we?”