Linky Dink the Maid 7
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Things are reaching their climax, but Lori has a few choice words to say to the bully who owns here brother.
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All characters are 18+
“You… you fuckin’ freak…” she huffs, her face a bright red. “You terrible, pathetic excuse for a human being. I know… I know what you’re thinking right now.” She says this, gripping tight at his hair. “You’re thinking you’re having the time of your life. You think this is where you were always meant to be. Fuck.” She bites her lip, taking a moment to compose herself. After all, Lincoln’s tongue has slipped inside. It is urged on by the quickening pace of the strong man behind him, pumping away, gripping him tightly, nuzzling against his neck, staring up at Lori, and waiting to hear what the following things she has to say are.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes, focusing. “You… you c-could have been something, and you could have been a real man, a real person, not some literal degenerate slut!”
Her words of humiliation seem only to spur him on as Lincoln’s tongue delves inside, scooping out tongue-fulls of cum and swirling around her walls, making sure to clean her out, just like his master wanted. The more he does, the fuller she feels as that big fat cock delves deeper into him, twitching and quivering, ready to burst. He just knows it, and he loves the idea of it!
“Y... You stupid, terrible… tiny-dicked… unnnaaa!”
That shrill squeal that comes out of her makes Clyde ramp up his thrusts, letting out growling laughs as he slams into Lincoln, his chest rubbing against the subby guy’s back, his hands holding tightly to him.
That tiny dick of Lincoln’s oozes with pre, drizzling onto the floor. At the same time, he eagerly works on Lori, nearly tuning out those sounds of hers as he focuses only on what Lincoln's doing and what he’s feeling. Still, his ears perk at the following sounds that come out of her mouth.
“B… better get all of it,” she sighs. “Or you’ll be an uncle, and… and your little nibling is gonna know… how terrible you are at every last thing! This is… the only way you’re gonna get anywhere near my puss! Savor it cause I’m never doing this fucking disgusting shit again, you little perv!”
That’s all that Lincoln needs, his tongue slurping and sliding along, taking up every last inch he can.
It’s too much for Clyde, who pulls Lincoln back, sitting up himself, pressing his boy toy’s back to him, so they both sit up, in full view of Lori, who pants, trying to catch her breath, her sex warmed with need.
Lincoln’s gaze is hazy, his smile incomprehensible, the feeling of fullness and the bulging within him so much better than any other time that Clyde had fucked him. Why? Why is it that every veiny throb and happy little twitch feels so much more natural and so much more… right?
With a massive groan that almost seems akin to a scream, Clyde releases, shooting another batch of jizz into his boy slut, whose tiny non-cock busts, oozing sperm down between his legs intermingling with the superior seed of his better.
After finally finishing, Clyde lets go. Lincoln falls back against him, reaching up over his head, hands holding onto Clyde’s head for support.
Clyde grunts, but he doesn’t stop his bullied servant from enjoying himself at the moment.
“You… you ain’t half bad when you know your place,” Clyde says, finally finding himself pushing Lincoln away, making him topple to the floor. “Make sure you clean up this mess.”
He staggers over towards Lori, tossing her clothes back to her. “It’s been fun, but I don’t have more for you today. Come back tomorrow.”
Lori pouts, her gaze flicking over towards Lincoln, laying on the ground, chest down, ass up. “You done for today, or just done with me?”
Clyde quirks an eyebrow. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
She pushes herself up, slipping on her stuff but keeping an eye on Clyde. “You’d rather be fucking your boy toy, won’t you? Bully, give me a break, you two are made for each other, and you love it.
He chuckles. “Sounds like someone’s jealous of a freak who signed his life away to me.
Lori buttons up her shirt. “You even listening to yourself? You’re in a contract with him, binding for the rest of your lives, and he lives with you, and the two of you fuck every day? This isn’t some bully contract; the two of you are practically fucking married.”
Clyde scowls at that. “You wanna piss me off, get a real angry fuck, is that? Cause I can do that if you like, but don’t you dare say something like that to me again.”
“What, that tiny dick over there is your boy wife?”
“That’s okay, that boy wife over there gets this dick, while you only get mine when your limp-dicked husband lets you have mine. Remember that.”
She huffs, looking for her shoes.
All the while, Lincoln lays there, catching his breath and wondering just what the hell this conversation is about and why it’s making his heart suddenly flutter more than his micropenis ever could?
As Lincoln thinks about the shift between his bully and him, the subservient twink finds his eyelids getting heavy. The morning's excitement took its toll on him, and he finds himself fading into blissful sleep.
As he disappears into sweet oblivion, the last thing he sees is Clyde grabbing Lori’s arm, pulling her in, and roughly kissing her. The strong and independent woman drops her newly found shoe and falls under the dominant man’s power.
When his eyes flutter open, he watches Lori stumbling to the doorway, her legs wobbling and her outfit disheveled. She slams the door, leaving Clyde to stand there, drinking from a gallon bottle.
Clyde turns around, water drizzling down his chin, and he makes an exaggerated sigh. “Your sister is a real beast; you know that? Good thing you k.o.’ed back there, or I wouldn’t have the best time of my life.”