Rough Night of Sex with Kim Kardashian and Kylie Jenner (Chapter 4 Posted)

[TheLW]

Rough Night of Sex
With Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Anal, Blowjob, Choking, Hitting, Rough Sex, Verbal Humiliation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N Note: This story was inspired by one of my favorite porn stars, that of course being Asa Akira. I wanted to do a rough grudge fuck scene, and honestly thought Kylie Jenner would be perfect for the role.

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Inside a mansion in Beverly Hills, a young woman dressed in a red dress and wearing matching heels, walks down a long hallway, before entering a bedroom where there is a bed in the middle of the room, with a box wrapped in a bowtie sitting on top of it, and a letter laying next to it.

The woman picks up the letter, opens it up, and reads what is written on it...

My dearest Kylie.

I got you a gift, I hope you’ll wear it tonight.

Your Daddy, Jason.

Putting the letter down, Kylie grabs the box that sat on the bed, quickly opening it up to find a black corset inside with a pair of black panties, a black collar with the word fuck toy engraved on it, as well as thigh-high black leather fuck me boots. The first thing Kylie Jenner does is pull out the boots, putting them on as she pulls the zippers that were on either side in an upwards position, she then retrieves the collar slipping it around her neck.

A second later, Kylie gets off of the bed and walks over to the full-length wall mirror, admiring herself, before she heads back towards the bed, putting on the rest of the present that was left for her. With her outfit complete and looking oh so fuckable, Kylie leaves the bedroom she was in, making her way to a different part of the house. The new room itself was spacious, with a black and white tiled floor, a seating area in the middle of the room, with a couch and a glass coffee table next to it, and near one end of the room was also a fireplace.

As Kylie stood there waiting, Jason came up from behind her, placing a hand on the right shoulder of the actress while at the same time sliding his other hand into the black lacey panties he got for her to wear. Jason slips a finger in between her pussy lips, as he slowly starts to finger her, causing the reality TV star to let out a moan.

“Do you like that?” Jason asks her, as he continues to rub her pussy.

"Uh-huh!" Kylie moans, “...You know I do, Daddy.”

"We'll see how much you like it, by the time I'm done with you."

Eventually, Jason spins Kylie Jenner around, pushing the woman down to her knees in front of him, before whipping out his dick. Jason would then place a hand on the back of Kylie’s head, forcing his cock to be buried down her throat, before finally letting the gorgeous woman catch her breath for a second, however, Jason doesn’t let up his treatment towards the young woman, as he slaps her across the face several times.

While Kylie Jenner is at first shocked by this, she quickly gets used to the sting of each slap, as Jason repeatedly face fucks the starlet, before pulling out and slapping her again, repeating the process over and over, as drool runs down to the base of the man's cock.
 
This wasn't the first time they hooked up, Jason knew exactly how Kylie liked it, as far as looks went, he knew about how insecure she was and how she wanted to be so much like her older sister Kim Kardashian. Truth be told, he enjoyed verbally degrading her, reminding her that no matter what she did, she would never be good enough to be in the same league as her gorgeous older sister.

With that said, the switch in his head went off and his demeanor quickly changed, as he started getting in Kylie Jenner's face, giving her what he knew she wanted.

“You’re pathetic Kylie, you know that,” Jason yells at the harlot before spitting on her “...you’ll never be as hot as her, no matter how desperate you are to be like her.”

Jason roughly grabs a fistful of Kylie's dark raven hair, as he leads her toward the center of the room, using her hair as a makeshift leash, her ass and lower back dragging across the floor, as they make their way toward the couch and glass coffee table.

“All that plastic work done, just to look like Kim,” Jason continues to shout at her “... you're nothing more than a mini-me clone, a second-rate knockoff that'll never be as good as the real deal."

Moments later, Jason grabs the black panties that Jenner is wearing and tears them off of her, before doing the same with the corset, leaving her completely naked sans the thigh-high black leather fuck me boots and matching collar. As Kylie uses the glass table to pull herself up just enough, that it allows Jason to press her face and tits up against the glass table, before spitting on it and demanding that Kylie lick it up, which she does.

Jason quickly retrieves the belt, that was around his pants before making his way back over to the twenty-six-year-old slut that he was dominating.

"Tell me, Kylie," Jason starts to say "...tell me how jealous you are of Kim."

"I'm not jealous of..."

Jason quickly cuts her off "...don't lie to me, Kylie," with that he brings the belt down hard across her bareass.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The sound of the belt hitting the flesh of Kylie's rear end filled the room, as Kylie cried out in pain with each hard strike.

"I told you..."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"You're a filthy whore, jealous of your sister," Jason claims "...I know it, your family knows it, Kim most definitely knows it."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Ugh, OK I admit it, I'm jealous of her," admits Kylie Jenner "...God, you know I am daddy, you know I would give anything to be Kim, to live her life with that amazing body, those perfect tits and phat ass of hers."

"Yet at best, you'll always come in second place to her," Jason tells her "...compared to her, you'll never be good enough, you really are a pathetic jealous little slut."

"I know Daddy," Jenner answers back "...that's why I have you to punish me."

Jason grabs Kylie by the collar, tossing her onto the nearby couch, before coming up from behind and wrapping the belt around her throat choking her with it, as he continues to verbally humiliate her, throwing every insult he can think of at her. Eventually, Jason lets up, as he loosens up his grip, moving the belt up towards her mouth and pulling on it, making a modified ball gag of sorts, before looping the belt and tightening it in place.

Seconds later, Jason mounts Kylie from behind inserting his rock-hard cock into her awaiting pussy, as he starts to fuck her. After everything that has transpired so far, Jason doesn't hold back as he repeatedly slams into the reality whore's snatch, one hard thrust after another.

As Jason continues to pound away at Kylie's shaved cunt, he grabs a handful of her hair, yanking it back and forcing her to look up at him, as he slides in and out of her sex hole. While it may not have been as effective as when he used the belt, Jason would bring his hand down hard across Jenner's ass, with several slaps, as he rocked back and forth before letting go of her hair.

"Mmmmmphhh!!!"

After a few more minutes of working over the television star's snatch, Kylie Jenner couldn't help but have an intense orgasm, cumming all over his dick. With Jason's shaft covered with Kylie's pussy juice, he pulls out of her well fucked cunt, pushing his now lubricated cock into her asshole.

Jason doesn't let up, not for a single moment, as he continues to give Jenner an ass-pounding, aggressively attacking her back door. As this is happening, Kylie reaches down toward her love mound and starts to play with herself, rubbing her pussy.

"Mmmmmphhh!!!"

Kylie Jenner would actually buck her hips, throwing her rear end into Jason's prick, as his balls slap against her backside, as she eagerly slides back and forth on his man meat. Jason not being able to take much more of this intense grudge fuck, takes one last pump into Kylie, before his cock starts to throb, and rope after rope of baby batter surges out into Jenner's rectum.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

Rough Night of Sex #2
With Kim Kardashian and Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes:  Bondage, Incest, Masturbating, Oral, Rough Play, Toys
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

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It had been a few weeks since Jason's last visit to Kylie Jenner, and the satisfaction of inflicting pain and humiliation upon her still lingered in his mind. He relished in his power over her and his control over her emotions and actions. He sat there reminiscing over their last encounter, how he finally broke her and had her confessing that she was jealous of her older sister Kimberly.

Jason couldn’t help but get a sinister grin across his face as he planned his next visit with Kylie Jenner, he knew it would be even more humiliating for her and he couldn’t wait. Unbeknownst to Kylie, Jason had been surreptitiously capturing their every interaction on camera. He held a dark secret, possessing footage of her most depraved actions, and it was time to expose her to her sister Kim Kardashian in the most humiliating way possible.

A few hours later, Jason found himself at a discreet location that he and Kim had agreed upon for their clandestine meeting. Moments later, the Keeping Up with the Kardashians star walked in, her expression curious and slightly apprehensive as she sat across from Jason.

Without a preamble, Jason pressed play on the screen before them. As the footage unfolded, Kim's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The images depicted Kylie engaging in despicable sexual acts, with the man who was sitting a mere few feet away from her.

Kim gasped as she soon recognized her sister, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing. Jason watched on with a smug look of satisfaction, however, knowing his plan was about to come to fruition. Once the footage ended, a heavy silence briefly hung in the air. Kim turned to Jason, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you want?" she asked.

“Kim, it's simple," he begins to explain with determination in his voice. "I want you, and more than that, I need your help."

“Let me guess, this is the part where you threaten to blackmail me? You looking for a payout?”

"Oh Kim," he said with a laugh, “you have nothing to worry about. It's not what you think."

"I'm a little confused," she says, "if it's not about that, then what is this about?"

“Because, as you just witnessed in that captivating video,” he confidently proclaims, “your sister and I have quite the unique dynamic between us.”

For the next hour or so, Jason recounted everything to Kim, holding nothing back. He revealed Kylie's intense infatuation with Kim and how she had enlisted his help in fulfilling her desires for punishment and humiliation. He also shared his plan to take things even further and asked for Kim's assistance.

“Alright, I’m in,” Kim tells him “...let’s punish that slut of a sister of mine.”

** Later That Week **

Kylie Jenner received a text message from Jason, inviting her over for another one of their sex sessions, while not going into full detail, he did vaguely mention a surprise that would either bring her great joy or cause her regrets. Kylie was quick to reply, letting Jason know that she was indeed available and would head over to his place later in the evening.

A few hours later, Kylie found herself dressed to the nines, looking stunning, as she wore a black leather collar with the word “whore” bejewelled across it, a sexy black leather mini dress, leaving very little to the imagination, that she looked drop dead gorgeous in, alongside matching six-inch heels.

As Kylie arrived at Jason's place, her heart raced with anticipation for the surprise he had mentioned. She rang the doorbell, and Jason greeted her with a devilish grin, his eyes lingering on the collar around her neck. Without a word, he led her inside, where he would then attach a leash to the collar wrapped around her neck.

"Close your eyes," Jason whispered huskily into her ear, and Kylie complied, feeling both excitement and nervousness for what was to come.

Holding the leash that was attached to the collar Kylie was wearing, Jason led her down the hallway towards the living room, a room she was no stranger to. This time around though things would be so very much different, as Kylie would soon find out.

When Jason finally instructed her to open her eyes, Kylie gasped in absolute shock at what she saw before her. In the center of the room, sitting on Jason’s couch was none other than the woman Kylie looked up to more than anyone else, a woman that Kylie considered a goddess, her older sister Kim.

To say that Kylie was confused was an understatement, of all places, how could Kim possibly be here? Kylie ran scenarios through her head, she always thought she was doing a great job, of keeping her friends and family separated from her secret lover Jason.

Confused and overwhelmed, Kylie stared at Kim, not knowing how to react. “Jason, what’s going on, why is Kim here?” Kylie says turning her attention to her lover/master.

“Yeah, about that,” Kim starts to say “…surprise.”

“Kylie, look, I know how more than anything you want to be Kim Kardashian, or at the very least your sexual desire to be with her” Jason cuts in. “…which is why I got a hold of Kim, why I told her how much you craved her, how you needed her.”

“Sis, I saw the videos, and yeah I was shocked by what I saw.” Kim added to the conversation at hand “…I mean Kylie you let this man spit on you, drag you across the room, and choke you.”

Hearing this, Kylie’s face started turning red, and she attempted to apologize to her older sister.

“It’s OK Kylie,” Kim tells her younger half-sister “…you don’t have to be ashamed, truthfully I liked what I saw in those videos.”

“You did?”

“Of course sis, I know it might be taboo to say, but truthfully I thought it was hot as fuck,” Kim reassures her “…that’s actually why I’m here.”

“It’s true,” Jason chirps in.

“Jason and I’ve been talking,” the reality TV star states matter-of-factly “We both agree that you serving our needs is what would be best for you… and us.”

“I would, I would like that, more than anything in the world,” Kylie nervously says, as she works up the courage to speak “…You’ve no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this.”

Jason smiles devilishly, taking the leash in his hand. "Well, it's a good thing we're all on the same page then," he says, leading Kylie towards Kim with their eyes locked on her.

Kim nods in agreement. "Kylie, I've seen you struggle with your identity for so long. And I've seen the happiness you've found through BDSM, and I've come to accept that. I want you to be true to yourself, and for us to be a part of that journey."

With that Jason hands the leash over to Kim, giving her control over her younger sister Kylie Jenner. Kim reached out grabbing it, she knew that at this moment everything would change.

Kim Kardashian would then turn her attention back to Kylie, a serious expression on her face.

"Are you ready for this, Kylie? Are you sure this is what you want?"

Kylie's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

"Yes, Kim, I'm ready. I want this more than anything," she replied.

As Kim wrapped her hand around the leash, she felt a surge of emotions. She had always been protective of her little sister, but she knew that this was Kylie's choice, and she was willing to accept it.

Taking a deep breath, Kim ordered Kylie to her hands and knees. Kylie, still somewhat shocked by everything that has transpired briefly hesitates for a moment, before complying. She had always looked up to Kim as a role model and now, she was about to submit herself to her sister's command.

"All right, Kylie," Kim said firmly. "You're going to do something for me now. You're going to obey me, and you're going to serve me just like you serve Jason."

Kylie nodded her head, after all, this was her chance to please her sister in a way she'd always dreamed of.

“Since you’re down there, on all fours, like a good little slut,” Kim tells her “…My boots look like they need to be cleaned, so why don’t you start licking.”

Kylie found herself in a unique position, granted not one she was unfamiliar with, but this was the first time she found herself on her hands and knees before her beloved sister. Shortly thereafter, Jason would crouch down next to her and grasp the back of Kylie's head. He forcefully directs her towards one of Kim's boots, insisting that she begin licking it. The leather material gleamed under the light, each stitch and buckle a testament to its quality. Kylie's tongue darted out tentatively, tasting the smooth surface before delving into the crevices and grooves of the boot her older sister was wearing.

Despite the shame and discomfort, there was also a strange thrill running through her body, arousing sensations that she couldn't quite understand or explain. It was a confusing mix of humiliation and pleasure, all wrapped up in this single act of submission to both Jason's and her sister’s desires.

Kylie kept running her tongue along her sister's boot as Kim raised it a couple of inches and ordered her to clean the grimy soles of her black leather footwear. Each lick left behind a trail of saliva, mixing with the grime and dust on the surface. Kylie obeyed without question, knowing that this was just one small part of their twisted game.

As Kylie continued to lap at Kim's boot, her mind wandered to what other depraved tasks she would be asked to do in this game of theirs. She could feel the dampness gathering between her legs, a direct result of her sister's dominance over her.

Kim watched on with a cunning grin. "You're doing a good job, my little slut," she sneered. "But don’t get too comfortable, that's not all you’ll have to do.” Kylie looked up, her eyes wide, as she finally caught Kim's gaze. "Wh-what else?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kim's grin only grew wider, her satisfaction radiating from her. "Well, my little pet," she purred, "I think it's time we moved on to something a bit more...thorough."

With that, she stood up and walked away, her heels clicking on the cold tile floor. Kylie's heart raced as she frantically waited for the next command, desperately needing the direction that Kim's mind would provide. Kylie's heart raced as Jason and Kim escorted her out of the current room and down a corridor. She followed her sister and the mastermind behind it all, entering a room that was unfamiliar to her.

As Kylie stepped into the dimly lit room, she was instantly struck by the sight before her. It was like a scene straight out of a BDSM fantasy, with whips and paddles adorning the walls like trophies. The glinting metal of nipple clamps caught her eye, almost daring her to reach out and touch them. In the center of the room stood a sex bench, complete with restraints and a bar spreader designed to keep a person's legs apart. In the corner, an inviting bed beckoned, its frame adorned with handcuffs and chains that dangled from the ceiling and floor. Kylie couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as she took in the erotic atmosphere of the room.

"Strip," Kim commanded, her voice firm.

Kylie's hands slightly shook as she began to obey, slowly peeling off her clothes until she stood before Kim and Jason, naked and exposed, her breasts heaving with each laboured breath.

"Now," Kim murmured, her voice low and dangerous, "I want you to get on your knees and beg me."

Kylie’s mind was racing with possible scenarios, her sister's command left her no choice, doing as she was told, she sank to her knees, and began to plead.

"Please, Kim,” Kylie cried out “..."I'll do anything you ask. Just tell me what it is so I can make you happy.”

Jason smiled wickedly at the sight of Kylie's desperate plea, in that moment he knew he made the right decision to get in contact with Kim, to tell her about Kylie’s incesitist desires, her twisted need to look like her older sister the famous Kim Kardashian.

As Kylie begged on her knees, Kim stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Enough, Kylie," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "You've proven yourself worthy to serve our needs tonight."

Kylie felt a sense of relief wash over her, but she knew better than to celebrate too soon. Instead, she gasped, "What must I do for you, Kim?"

Kim smirked and gestured towards the sex bench. "Come," she said, "we have a little game planned for you, one that'll test your limits and satisfy our desires."

Kylie looked at the bench in front of her, knowing she had no other option but to follow their orders. She climbed onto the cold, hard surface, her nipples hardening at the chill of the metal on her flesh. Kim and Jason approached her, their eyes glinting with excitement.

"Now, Kylie," Kim whispered, her voice low and seductive, "...we want you to trust us, Kylie,"

"Do exactly as we say, and you'll be rewarded for your obedience." Jason chimed in.

Jason approached the bench, his hands sliding over Kylie's naked body as if memorizing each curve. He picked up a pair of nipple clamps from the wall and approached Kylie.

"Close your eyes," Kim instructed, her voice low and steady.

She trusted both Kim and Jason, doing as she was told, Kylie closed her eyes, just as Jason clamped them onto her sensitive nipples. A sharp pain shot through her body, but she didn't cry out.

"Kylie," Kim's voice echoed in the room, "we're going to tie you up. I want you to trust us and not fight it."

Kylie felt Jason and Kim secure her wrists and ankles to the restraints on the bench she was currently lying on. Kim and Jason moved around her, taking turns adjusting the tightness of the restraints until she was completely immobilized.

As Kylie lay there waiting, her mind wandered to the images that had been flashing through her thoughts since she entered the room. The whips and paddles, the nipple clamps, the handcuffs and chains, it was all so exhilarating. She had never felt this alive before, this wild and untamed.

"Good girl," Kim praised, running her fingers over Kylie's exposed skin.

She could smell the scent of their arousal, and it only fueled the anticipation of what was to come.

"Now, Kylie," Kim continued, her voice low and husky, "we're going to play a game. You're going to use your mouth, and we're going to use our toys. Do you understand?"

Kylie nodded her head as best she could. Suddenly, she felt a cool, smooth object being pressed against her inner thigh. She jumped at the sensation, her heart racing even faster.

"Open your eyes, Kylie," Kim commanded softly.

Kylie slowly opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she caught Kim's gaze. The object in question was a vibrator, its tip glowing with an eerie blue light. As Kylie watched, Kim turned the vibrator on and pressed it against her pussy, letting the buzzing sound fill the room. Kylie's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing at the sensation.

"Now, Kylie," Kim said, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "I want you to spread your legs wider and lift your hips. Show me that you're ready to submit to our desires."

Without a moment of hesitation, Kylie bit her lip, she couldn't believe where her life had led her, but her deepest fantasy was coming true, her older sister Kim was using her for her pleasure, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Kylie complied, her legs trembling as she opened up to Kim's command. Her pussy glistened with wetness, arousal coursing through her veins as she lifted her hips, her body completely at the mercy of her sister.

"Please, Kim," Kylie pleaded, "use the vibrator on me. I want to feel it inside me."

With a devilish grin, Kim took the vibrator and ran it along Kylie's inner thigh, before pressing the vibrator against Kylie's clit, Kylie gasped, her whole body arching against the restraints as the vibrations took hold of her. She could feel her climax building, the desire for release overwhelming her with every thrust of the vibrator. As Jason stood off to the side, watching intently as he stroked his erect cock.

"That's it, let go," Kim whispered.

Kylie could do nothing, as her body started shaking with the intensity of the orgasm building inside her. As her climax peaked, She arched her back and moaned, as she submitted to the orgasm her older sister just gave her.

"Good girl," Kim purred, her voice full of enjoyment. "Now, let's see if we can take things to the next level."

With a flick of her wrist, Kim placed the vibrator to the side and reached for something else from the wall. Kylie's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the object: a riding crop from the wall, its sleek silver surface gleaming in the dim light, she could tell it was a powerful implement.

"Jason, you'll hold her in place," Kim commanded, her voice still gentle yet firm. "I'll take care of the rest."

Jason nodded, stepping forward to secure Kylie's legs with the spreader bar, the cool metal pressing against her inner thighs and spreading them wide.

"Now, Kylie," Kim whispered, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to be a good girl and take whatever I give you.

Kylie looked at Kim's beautiful face, she knew that this was her chance to live out her deepest desires.

"I promise."

Kylie trusted her sister, she trusted that whatever they had planned, it was all part of a twisted game. She was ready to give in to her desires, to fulfill her deepest fantasies. With a flick of her wrist, Kim raised the riding crop high above Kylie's head, the leather swishing through the air before it was brought down hard across the younger Jenner’s bare ass, the sting causing Kylie to wince in pain.

Kim Kardashian would repeat the process, bringing the sex toy down over Kylie’s round and plump ass and lower back, leaving welts across it with each lash of the riding crop connecting with her skin. Kylie gritted her teeth, she knew she was in pain, but she also knew that this was what she wanted. She had wanted to be dominated, to be taken to the brink of pleasure and pain. And now, her sister was doing just that, giving her exactly what she had always craved.

"You are learning your place, dear sister," Kim instructed, her voice even sexier after each strike. Suddenly, Kim stopped, her hand resting on Kylie's ass as she took a moment to catch her breath.

Kylie braced herself as she felt Kim's hands trail along her body, her nipples were tingling as the cold metal nipple clamps that were attached to her were suddenly ripped off of her breasts, causing her to shriek out in pain. As this was happening, Jason moved closer towards the young woman strapped onto the sex bench. With one hand, he grabs the back of Kylie’s head, holding it in place as he inserts his rock-hard cock into her awaiting mouth.

"Now, Kylie," Kim tells her sister, using a sultry voice. “You’re going to let Jason here have his way with you. After all, I’ve seen the videos, I know for a fact, he’s done a lot worse to you.”

Kylie let out a muffled moan, as Jason’s thrusts became more aggressive. Kim smirked, as she stood there watching as her sister's lips wrapped around his cock, bobbing obligingly. Jason would show no signs of relenting, his hips pistoning wildly back and forth as he slid in and out of Kylie's mouth. While this was happening, Kim undid one of the restraints around Kylie’s right wrist.

"Good girl," Kim said with a devilish grin, "I want you to reach down and touch yourself."

Kylie’s body started tensing up, as she reached down, her fingers trembling as they made contact with her bare flesh.

"That's it," Kim whispered, watching in satisfaction as Kylie's fingers began to move, touching her dripping wet pussy. Kylie moaned softly, her eyes locked on Kim's as she continued to touch herself, her fingers dipping in and out of her wet snatch, matching the rhythm of Jason's thrusts, as he continued to use her oral hole for his pleasure.

As this was happening, Kim walked over to a nearby shelf, grabbing a couple of candles and lighting them. After all, if her younger sister wanted to be a little pain slut, she was going to make sure Kylie felt the pain of hot candle wax. Jason pulled Kylie's head back roughly, her lips engulfing his entire length as he continued to thrust into her mouth. Her eyes were wide and wild as she looked up at him, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her fingers still moving between her legs.

As the candles still burned, Kim made her way back to her younger sister, that of course being Kylie Jenner, and completely removed the restraints from her limbs. Seeing what Kim Kardashian had in mind, Jason pulled out of Kylie’s now well-fucked mouth. Kylie Jenner was ordered to turn around, doing so, Kylie noticed the lit candles for the first time, as Kim made her way to her younger sister. Kim approached the younger Jenner sister, her eyes burning with desire, as she slowly traced the candle along Kylie's thighs, watching as the wax dripped and sizzled on her soft skin. Kylie winced and moaned, with each drop of hot wax that landed on her, as Kim made her way up to Kylie’s breasts coding her sensitive nipples in melted candle wax.

Kylie could barely stand it as the wax burned on her skin, leaving behind red marks that stood out against her skin complexion. The pain was nothing compared to the intense pleasure that flooded her body.

"Please," she begged Kim, her voice shaking. "I need more."

Kim stepped back, giving Kylie a moment to catch her breath. She had never felt so alive, so alive, and so completely under someone else's control.

To Be Continued

[Cadeauxxx]

Nicely done. Not sure why the font got messed up on the second part of the story. I tried to fix it for you, but couldn't see where it was in the code.

[TheLW]

Nicely done. Not sure why the font got messed up on the second part of the story. I tried to fix it for you, but couldn't see where it was in the code.

Yeah, it's probably a mess-up on my part, as I also post the stories on another site, and just do a quick copy/pasta.

[Money]

Overall I'm intrigued by the concept not knowing what will happen next keeps me on my toes the sibling rivalry angle does pose an interesting plot twist with Kylie wanting to be more like Kim without it being obvious makes me wonder what else you have up your sleeve for future chapters

I'll be keeping an eye on this for sure keep up the good work

[TheLW]

Rough Night of Sex #3
With Kim Kardashian and Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: FF, Anal, Incest, Oral, Rimjob, Rough Play
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


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"You're doing great, Kylie," Kim said in a low sultry voice. "But I think we can do so much more. You want to be dominated, don't you?”

Kylie nodded, her eyes fixed on Kim's every movement. She had never felt this submissive, this turned on, this alive. Kim stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Kylie's. Her heart raced as she realized just how far she was willing to go for this experience. She was truly living out her darkest desires, and it thrilled her.

"Please, Kim!" she cried out, her voice shaking with a mixture of terror and arousal. "Dominate me, use me, make me your slut!"

"Good," Kim smirked.

A moment later,  Kim gave a single to Jason who came from behind, grabbing a handful of Kylie’s hair, and forcibly pulling her off of the sex bench to the cold hard floor.

As Kylie hit the ground, she could feel the hardness of the concrete against her skin. Kim's cruel smile never left her face. "Get on your knees, whore," she snarled. Jason stood at the ready, watching Kylie's humiliation with excitement.

Kylie obeyed, she knelt on the cold floor, her body trembling from the pain, due to Jason throwing her to the hard ground.

 “So, Jason tells me,” Kim  says to her sister “…that you are absolutely in love with my phat ass.”

Kylie blushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't help but nod in agreement. She wanted nothing more than to feel that ass pressed against her face.

Kim smirked, her voice dripping with seduction as she continued, "Well, you're in luck, little sister. I'm going to allow you the chance to show me exactly how much you love my perfect ass."

Kim quickly unzipped her dress, revealing her sleek, round ass. Kylie's eyes widened in excitement. Kim stepped closer, her ass just inches from Kylie's face. Kylie reached out tentatively, her hand tracing the line of Kim's ass cheek,

"That's right, Kylie," Kim whispered, "…You want it. You want to worship my ass."

Kylie nodded her head frantically, as her eyes remained locked on Kim's rear end. She could feel the heat radiating from them, and the desire to please her sister was stronger than ever.

She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, ready to taste the forbidden fruit she had been fantasizing about for so long. Kim gave her a devilish grin as she pushed her ass closer to Kylie's face.

"Go on, little sister," she purred. "Show me how much you love my ass."

Kylie reluctantly closed her eyes, savouring the moment, she gripped the flesh of Kim's ass, as she licked the soft, smooth skin of Kim's buttocks. She felt a burst of excitement surge through her body as she worshipped the object of her desire.

"You're a good girl, Kylie," Kim cooed, "but I want you to taste me. I want you to lick and suck until my ass is glistening with your saliva."

Her tongue traced the curve of Kim's ass, exploring every inch of it. Kim moaned softly, her body giving in with pleasure. Kylie's tongue danced around the tight, plump flesh of her sister's ass, staying focused on the task at hand while simultaneously trying to take in the whole experience.

"That's it, baby sister," Kim sighed, "you're doing such a good job."

She felt a surge of power in submitting to Kim, and it sent a jolt of anticipation straight to her core. Kim reached back, grabbing Kylie's hair and pulling her head closer into her ass.

"It's more than just how you worship my ass, Kylie," Kim says her voice dripping with sensuality. "It's the way you're so willing to do anything I ask of you, to submit so completely to my desires. You're the perfect little slut."

Kylie whimpered in response, her mind hazy with desire as she continued to lap away at Kim's ass. She felt completely submissive to her sister's every whim. She craved nothing more than to please her older sister.

Kim's moans grew louder, and Kylie could feel her sister's excitement building. Kim's ass was becoming wet, and Kylie's tongue was smearing the moisture across it. Kylie persistently worked over her sister's ass until it glistened with her saliva.

Kim released Kylie's hair, and Kylie looked up at her sister with wide, desperate eyes. Kim leaned down and kissed Kylie's forehead, her breath hot and heavy. "You're doing great, Kylie," she said as a moan escaped her lips, "but I haven't finished yet."

Kim smiled wickedly, and with a swift movement moved onto the sex bench herself, before she pulled Kylie up by her hair, positioning the younger Jenner sister’s head between her own legs. Kylie got a look of excitement across her face, as she realized what Kim was about to do.

"Open up, Kylie," Kim said, her voice still dripping with lust.

Kylie felt the tip of Kim's pussy brush against her lips. Kim didn't wait for an answer. She gripped the back of Kylie's head, pushing her face into her wet, needy pussy. Kylie took in the scent of Kim’s womanhood. She knew the importance of pleasing her sister, especially in their current situation.

Kylie's tongue darted out, tasting the sweet nectar flavour coming from her sister's clit. She moved her tongue over the folds of Kim's pussy, savouring the wetness and warmth that enveloped her mouth, as she munched away at her sister’s snatch.

Kim's hips bucked, as she cried out in pure ecstasy. The scent of Kim's arousal filled the air, and Kylie couldn't get enough of it.

"That's it, baby," Kim moaned, her voice full of need. "You're doing so good."

Kylie could feel Kim's walls clenching around her tongue, pulling her deeper into the experience. She licked and sucked on her sister's clit, feeling it swell in her mouth. She heard Kim's moans turn to gasps, and she knew she was close.

"Kylie, I'm going to cum," Kim groaned, her voice hoarse with desire."

Kylie doubled down on her efforts, she relentlessly worked her tongue over Kim's clit. She wanted to give her sister the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, to make her realize just how much Kylie loved serving her. Kylie increased the pace of her licks, her tongue darting in and out of Kim's folds. She could feel the wetness increasing, taste her sister's lubrication as it flowed over her tongue.

Kim's moans grew louder, her thighs locked around Kylie's head as she bucked harder. Kylie could feel the intensity of her sister's pleasure, her body shaking, a testament to the incredible orgasm Kim was about to have.

"I'm cumming, Kylie!" Kim cried out, her voice full of passion. Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clenched around Kylie’s tongue, and a wave of wetness flooded her mouth. Kylie hungrily swallowed it all, savouring the taste of her sister's release.

As Kim's orgasm washed over Kylie, she felt herself becoming lost in the moment.

Kim collapsed onto the sex bench, as she tried to catch her breath. Kylie still on her knees, had never felt so fulfilled, so complete. It was a strange, twisted sort of happiness, basking in her sister's pleasure, but she wouldn't have traded the experience for the world.

"You were amazing, Kylie," she said, her voice ragged.

Both Kim and Kylie needed a moment to recover, Kim would get it, Kylie not so much, as Jason was quick to drag Kylie Jenner across the floor towards the makeshift bed, before picking the reality TV star up and tossing her on the bed.

With Kylie naked on the bed, Jason spat on her face, before backhanding her across the face. "You're just a worthless little slut," Jason sneered, his voice filled with disgust and anger.

Kylie tried to shake off the stinging slap, the pain in her cheek reminding her of the humiliation she had just endured. She was no stranger to Jason’s behaviour, still though it never got any easier to take, but than she knew that she craved it, after all, she considered him her master, and now her older sister Kim was her mistress.

Jason then grabbed the handcuffs that were attached to the bedframe,  before ordering Kylie to get in position, which she does as he cuffs her to the bedframe. She heard the sound of Kim's heels clicking across the floor, and a moment later, her sister stood over her.

"I never thought I'd get to see you like this, sis," Kim said, her voice full of lust. She reached down and fondled Kylie's breasts, tweaking her nipples roughly. There was no doubt, that Kylie loved this kind of treatment.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Kylie?" Kim asked, her voice low and seductive. "I bet you want to feel me deep inside you, to be claimed by me, as I fuck you with a strap-on."

Hearing Kim talk about the taboo desires Kylie had kept hidden for so long. Part of her wanted to resist, to deny the truth, but she couldn’t.

She climbed onto the bed, her eyes never leaving Kylie's body, as she strapped on the dildo. "Are you ready for the main event, Kylie?"

Kylie moaned in response, her body trembling with anticipation. She had always craved Kim's domination, and the thought of her sister's strap-on driving into her was almost too much to bear. Kim smirked, running her fingers through Kylie's hair, drawing her closer. "You know you want it, don't you, baby sister?"

Kim didn't waste any time, she stepped between Kylie's legs and guided the strap-on's tip to her entrance. "I need you to say it, Kylie," Kim commanded. "Tell me you want me to fuck your ass."

Kylie's eyes pleaded, her body trembling with desire. "Please, Mistress, I need you to fuck me. Claim me as your slut."

With one last smirk, Kim thrust forward, driving the strap-on deep into Kylie's waiting pussy. Kylie moaned out in pleasure, as she bucked her hips back and forth to meet each thrust, of her sister’s strap-on.

The moans and grunts filled the air, and the sound of skin slapping against skin radiated throughout the room, as the plastic cock Kim was wearing slid in and out of her sister’s snatch. As the intensity built, Kim's moans became more urgent, her hips moving faster, deeper.

Kylie's lust grew, fueled by the sight of her sister's arousal, the feel of the strap-on, and the knowledge that she was Kim's willing, eager slave. She groaned and arched her back, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, her pussy clenching around the strap-on as she begged for more. Kim grinned, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched her little sister's wild expression.

"That's it, baby," Kim growled, slapping Kylie's ass as she fucked her harder. "Take it, you filthy little slut."

Kylie whimpered in response, her body shaking with arousal as she got lost in the intensity of the moment. Their bodies moved as one, locked together by the strap-on, their moans and grunts mingling in the air. The plastic cock plunged into Kylie relentlessly, as the younger sister screamed out her sister's name.

Kim's hips continued to move with a ferocity that Kylie had never experienced before, the desire and need in her eyes making it clear that this was far from just a fuck. This was a claim, a domination, a show of power that Kylie would never be able to forget.

"Feel it, Kylie, feel your sister's cock inside you."

Kylie could feel her orgasm approaching, the need to come overwhelming her. Kim sensed it too, and she increased her pace, driving the strap-on deeper and faster into Kylie's pussy.

"Oh God, Mistress, I'm going to cum!" Kylie cried out.

Kim didn't slow her pace. Instead, she gripped Kylie's hips tightly, pulling her closer with each thrust as she drove the strap-on deeper into her sister's wet pussy.

"Cum for me, Kylie. Cum for your mistress!" Kim ordered.

Kylie's body trembled, the orgasm building within her, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She screamed out her sister's name, her body arching off the bed as she came, her pussy convulsing around the plastic cock. Kim continued to thrust, riding out the orgasm with her. Finally, the intensity of the orgasm subsided, leaving Kylie panting and breathless.

Kim slowed her pace, withdrawing the strap-on from Kylie’s still-quivering pussy. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Kylie looked back at Kim knowing she had been well and truly fucked by her older sister.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Kim smiled, running her fingers through Kylie's hair, the soft strands glistening with sweat and arousal. "You're a good girl, Kylie. But there's something else I need from you."

"Anything, Mistress. Tell me what you want."

Kim leaned in close, her lips brushing against Kylie's ear. "I want you to take this strap-on up your asshole, I need you to be my anal princess, do you think you can do that?”

Kylie's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to process the taboo request. But she knew she couldn't resist. She needed this, and she wanted to please her Mistress.

"This might hurt, Kylie," Kim warned, her voice filled with excitement. "But I promise it'll be worth it."

Kim reached down and grabbed the lube, quickly squirting some onto her fingers and beginning to massage it into Kylie's asshole, spreading it around with her fingers. Kylie couldn't help but moan at the sensation, her body trembling with excitement and apprehension.

"You like that, don't you?" Kim asked, her voice low and sultry.

Satisfied that Kylie was ready, Kim positioned the plastic cock at her sister's backdoor, holding it steady as she pressed down, guiding it slowly into Kylie's waiting ass. The older sister watched as Kylie's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain, her body responding to the wrecking invasion.

"Let your Mistress claim your ass."

It was intense, the fullness of it filling her up in a way that she had never experienced.

"Fuck!" Kylie screamed, her body writhing with sensation as the strap-on filled her ass.

With the strap-on in Kylie Jenner’s rectum, Kim would thrust forward driving the silicone cock in and out of Kylie’s asshole, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Kim growled, thrusting the strap-on deeper into Kylie's rear end, as the ass fucking she was receiving became more intense.

As things processed, Kim aggressively hammered away at Kylie’s bunghole, pumping the plastic cock she was wearing in an outward motion, before slamming it back into her younger sister. It wouldn’t take long until Kim herself was exhausted, and really who could blame her, given all the wanton action that had taken place, as Kim finds herself falling forward onto her new bitches back.

Slowly, they disentangled themselves, and Kim helped Kylie sit up, still connected to the bedframe. "You were incredible, Kylie," Kim whispered, her voice soft and loving. "I can't believe I get to claim you as my own. You are truly mine."

Kylie looked into her sister's eyes, and she knew that she was in a state of bliss, her mind and body still buzzing from the intensity of the experience. She looked up at Kim, her eyes filled with love and admiration. "You're right, Kim," she said, her voice husky with lust. "You are my Mistress, and I am yours forever."

To Be Continued

[Cadeauxxx]

Awesome stuff. I am just so happy to see someone else besides me writing the Kardashians.

[Viri]

There can never be enough Kardashian incest lol

[thewildcard]

Is it bad that I wish Kim was doing these things to me? She can sit on my face and make me worship that ass and I'd be proud to do it lol

[James_scandalous]

Great stories. I love me some Kardashian incest action. Kim is a fucking legend sex symbol and always will be one of my favorites.

[Money]

Very nice you dialed up the kink factor at a slow pace making Kylie wait for it while Kim did her thing this is shaping up to be a wild ride with the plot twists I'm sure future chapters will be on par with this excellent work

[TheLW]

I'm happy to hear you guys have been enjoying this. Especially Cade, who is easily the biggest fan of the Kardashian-Jenner family.

[TheLW]

Rough Night of Sex #4
With Kim Kardashian (non sex role) and Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: MMF, Anal, Blowjob, Lap Dance, Rough Sex
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

It had been a little over a year since Kylie had irrevocably surrendered herself to her Mistress, her older sister Kim. A year since she’d signed every piece of her life away, not just symbolically, but legally. The contracts had been clear and unbreakable, her properties, her businesses, her very finances, all under Kim’s sole control. Offshore accounts held every cent she ever earned, accessible only by Kim’s will. There was no turning back.

The woman who once walked confidently through the world as Kylie Jenner was gone. In her place stood a submissive pet sculpted meticulously by Kim’s hands, obedient, hungry, and utterly hers. Kylie’s body had become a canvas for Kim’s desires, painted with bruises, kissed by love and commands whispered like promises.

Each day had blurred into the next, a ritual of service and control. Kylie’s mornings began with Kim’s soft yet firm voice waking her, instructing her how to dress, what to eat, and how to prepare for the day. She wasn’t allowed to move without permission, speak without invitation, or breathe without approval.

Publicly, the world still saw Kylie Jenner, the celebrity, the mogul, the icon. But behind closed doors, she was something entirely different, Kim’s property, a submissive slut who lived to obey, to please, and to endure.

On this night, Kylie found herself down on her knees, completely naked as always, Kim’s unyielding rule was clear, Kylie wasn’t allowed clothes inside the mansion, no exceptions. The cool marble floor pressed against her bare skin, grounding her as she reached for the small leather-bound diary Kim had gifted her months ago. A diary that was engraved with “Kimberly’s Bitch” in golden lettering.

Kylie stopped turning pages when her fingers brushed one of the earliest entries, the one she’d written with shaking hands and a fluttering heart. A smile, soft and distant, touched her lips.

Kylie closed her eyes, letting the memory wash over her like a wave she never wanted to escape.

The room had been cold. Stark. Clinical. Every sound, the clink of metal, the shift of gloves, the measured breath of the man preparing the instruments, was etched into her brain. But more vivid than anything else was Kim’s presence. She had stood behind the chair, arms crossed, watching with that demeanor that only Kim possessed. Not saying much. She didn’t need to. Her silence was the command.

The piercing gun had glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights, the man's latex-gloved hands eerily sterile as he swabbed her skin with antiseptic. Kylie could still feel the cold liquid dripping down the curve of her breast, the goosebumps rising on her flesh. Kim's eyes had been unreadable, her expression inscrutable as she nodded to the man, granting him permission to begin.

The clamp had gone on first, the metal cold and unyielding against her tender flesh. Kylie had taken a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as the man tightened the clamp. She remembered the way his hands felt on her, clinical and detached, yet so intensely personal. He had pinched and pulled, adjusting her flesh to his liking.

The first piercing was a sharp, sudden pain, a violent intrusion that left her gasping. The man's hands were steady, holding her breast firmly, squeezing just enough to secure the sensitive flesh for the needle's invasion. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall, not with Kim watching. The second piercing was almost a relief, the pain blending with the lingering sting of the first one.

Her eyes had darted immediately to Kim’s, needing to see the reaction. Approval. Satisfaction. Ownership.

And when she saw the faintest smirk tug at the corner of Kim’s lips, that was all she needed. The pain didn’t matter. The heat in her chest overwhelmed it. Because she’d done it. For her.

Not for rebellion. Not for shock value. But because Kim had asked, no, demanded it, and Kylie lived for those expectations.

She hadn't even looked down at the finished work until Kim told her to.

"Beautiful," Kim had said simply.

And Kylie had never felt more seen.

Next the buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, a high, electric whine that seemed to crawl beneath Kylie’s skin before the needle ever touched her. She was lying on her side, body exposed, the coldness of the table against her skin. She could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, not from fear, but anticipation. Like this was a ceremony, and she was about to be baptized.

Kim watched, her gaze locked on the canvas that was Kylie’s bare waist. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her presence was enough.

The artist didn’t ask questions. He’d been told what to do. Two letters. Precise. Permanent. Right above the curve of Kylie’s hipbone.

K.B. (Kimberly’s Bitch)

The letters burned in Kylie’s mind before the first stroke was made.

Then came the needle.

The first touch was a sting, a white-hot bite that sent a shiver down her spine. But she didn’t flinch. She welcomed it. Her jaw clenched, not from pain, but from restraint. She didn’t want to make a sound. She didn’t want Kim to think she couldn’t handle it.

Each letter was deliberate. The man held her steady, one hand braced against her skin, guiding the machine with practiced ease. The buzzing filled the silence, punctuated only by the scratch of ink being laid into flesh. The scent of antiseptic, sweat, and metal hung in the air.

With every second, every pass of the needle, Kylie felt something shift inside her. Like the last piece of who she used to be was being burned away, replaced by something new. Something marked.

Branded.

She focused on Kim. On her expression. On the power she radiated just by being there. And in that moment, with the sting of ink being etched forever into her body, Kylie wasn’t afraid.

She was proud.

Because this wasn’t just a tattoo. It was a declaration, etched in flesh and ink, that she belonged. That she was hers.

When it was done, the buzzing stopped. The artist wiped away the blood and excess ink, revealing the mark.

Kim leaned forward, her eyes tracing the fresh design.

“Good girl,” she said, voice soft but cutting right through Kylie like a blade laced with honey.

Kylie felt tears sting her eyes, not from pain, but from relief. From pride.

From love.

She didn’t just wear Kim’s name. She earned it.

The diary lay open beside her, but Kylie’s eyes weren’t on the pages anymore.

Her fingers had drifted down, almost on their own, brushing lightly against the skin just above her hip. She didn’t need a mirror. She knew exactly where the letters were. She traced it slowly, the tips of her fingers hovering like she was reading a secret written in a language only she understood. The mark wasn’t a burden. It was a promise. A constant reminder that she had chosen this.

A moment later, Kylie resumed flipping through the diary, her fingers pausing on a page marked by a faint smudge of dried ink. She recognized it immediately. The night Kim had hosted that gathering. A “little get-together,” she’d called it, with that unmistakable look in her eye.

She remembered what she was wearing that night, the provocative outfit Kim had picked out for her to wear that night. Seven-inch ankle boots, black, open-toe, rhinestones catching the light like tiny traps. They sparkled with every step, every shift of her weight, as if to scream look at her before she ever moved. The black wraparound bodysuit clung to her like paint, hugging curves. It was sheer in places where it shouldn’t be. It wasn’t an outfit, it was a statement.

Kylie could still feel the touch of the bodysuit against her skin, the way it had both covered and exposed her. She remembered the way Kim had led her into the room, a leash attached to the collar she wore, a collar that was mandatory, and truthfully Kylie was OK with that, anything to make her Mistress happy. The moment she was led into the main room, on all fours, the audience was clear.

Two men lounged on the white sectional, radiating a kind of careless power. Darius sprawled wide, his Laker jersey slouching off one shoulder, gold chain resting like a leash of his own. Jordan’s eyes tracked every move Kylie made before she’d even crossed the threshold, his jorts bunched up, an expensive sneaker flexing absentmindedly against the glass table. Both pairs of eyes slid over her body with a frankness that felt less judging than appraising, like art dealers sizing up a new piece for the collection.

Kim’s hand at the small of her back propelled her forward.

“Go on, my little slut. I know you can put on a show.”

Kim settled herself in the nearest armchair, legs folded, wrist draped so the diamonds on her bangle caught the light and scattered it in patterns across the walls.

Kim spoke up, “You all know my sister. Tonight, you’ll get to see her in a new light.” Her gaze looked down, then lingered. “Isn’t that right, pet?”

With an echo of obedience, Kylie answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

A slow, satisfied grin crept across Kim’s lips as she reached for the remote on the armchair. She thumbed a button with practiced nonchalance. The speakers hummed to life, splitting the hush with the first dirty, grinding notes of Christina Aguilera’s "Dirrty."

The music was a command in itself, primal and goading, and Kylie’s body responded before her mind had caught up. She rose to her feet, the boots recalibrating her balance, making her movement deliberate, teetering, and just a bit precarious. Each calculated sway of her hips was not so much a dance as a ritual pacing: left, right, closer, always measured by the expectation radiating from the white sectional.

She felt their eyes, the way heat from a fire finds skin through distance. Darius’ gold grill caught the lamplight, a little flash of wolfishness when she bent forward after a missed step. Jordan’s fingers tapped out the beat, but his gaze never dropped from the way the bodysuit revealed the taut lines of her legs, breast, hip.

Kylie’s hands found her waist, pulling the fabric even tighter, arching her body with the pure, unself-conscious abandon of a performing animal aroused by music and the anticipation of the crowd.

She rolled her hips, letting the rhythm carry her closer to the low, glass coffee table, which trembled faintly with the bass. She leaned over it, hands splayed wide, her ass shaking. The room smelled of expensive leather and lust. She had grown up in front of cameras. She knew the difference between seeing and consuming. This was consumption, and she let herself become the feast.

The beat dropped, hard and dirty, and Kylie did the same, dropping low, her knees flaring wide, putting herself on display. She slid one palm over the slick stretch of her thigh, turning herself toward each man in turn. When she turned at the bottom of the motion, Darius’ hands settled with greedy inevitability along her hips.

He yanked her back, seating her ass flush against the bulge in his shorts. She melted into the role, into his lap, her hips working slow, antagonizing circles as the music pounded through the speakers and up through her own bloodstream. Darius slid his palms up the sides of her body, thumbs parting the mesh and fabric so they could fully cup her breasts, thumbs glancing off the piercings.

The moment the music dipped and surged, she matched it, grinding her ass deep into the cradle of his lap. Darius didn’t bother hiding the way his hands fanned out over her lower back, big fingers flexing, squeezing, riding the peaks and valleys of her body like he planned to leave indentations.

The song continued playing, she wound her arms over her head, then reached up behind her neck to untie the bodysuit’s halter strap. Every eye tracked the motion.

The fabric loosened, gaping at the cleavage, then, with a shrug, Kylie peeled it down, exposing her breasts to the room. The cool air prickled her skin, but hotter were the gazes. Her perfect tits, round and high and defiant, were punctuated by a thick silver bar through each nipple, each spike capped by a diamond solitaire.

The men both leaned forward, drawn in as if by invisible lines. She let the suit pool at her waist, then pushed her ass back, grinding onto Darius while he grabbed fistfuls of her bare skin, fingers digging hard enough to leave marks. Kylie’s pulse chased the tempo, every movement a precision-cut performance, rehearsed for years in front of cameras, but never for an audience like this.

The bodysuit hung at her waist, mesh stretched across her hips but exposing everything. Kylie's hands trailed down, slow and showy, until her thumbs slid beneath the last band of fabric. She made them wait, stalling on the music’s frantic high, every eye on the points of her diamond-studded nipples. The boots clattered, the rhinestones shattering light onto the ceiling. She let the anticipation build until she felt Darius grinding up against her harder, like he was about to punch through her.

She arched her back, pulling her hair into a ponytail as she turned to face Darius, straddling his knees with practiced ease, letting her thighs ease apart until she was spread wide over him. Darius laid his palms flat on the peaks of her thighs, thumbs grazing the tender crease where thigh met hip, just below the black-inked KB tattoo. Kylie shivered at the contact, eyes flicking to Kim for approval.

Kylie rolled up onto Darius’ lap, driving herself down into the muscular ridge at his crotch. She bit her lip, unable to keep the grin from taking over her, digging her teeth into the sensation and the thrill.

Jordan finally spoke, voice pitched low but resonant. “Shit, you really did train her.

Kim’s laugh cut the air, bright and effortless. “Of course. Why do mediocrity when you can have perfection?” She lifted one leg over the other, skirt hiking just enough to flash a line of thigh. “Kylie, darling, make sure my guests are... entertained.”

Kylie, now brazen and reckless and hungry for approval, crawled off Darius’ lap and stalked toward Jordan, pausing only to glance up at Kim for permission. A minimal nod, but seismic, it gave her all the latitude she needed to proceed.

She stopped at Jordan’s knees and let her tongue trace a lazy semicircle over her upper lip, then sat back on her heels, posture submission incarnate. Jordan’s sneaker tapped once, then stilled, his attention rapt. He dragged two fingers under Kylie’s chin, tipping her face up, making a slow study of her features. He pressed his thumb to her mouth, not asking but expecting, and she parted her lips.

Kylie let her tongue swirl, Jordan’s lips curled upward, satisfied, his other hand curling into the ponytail she’d just made of her hair, guiding the motions. She let herself be steered, the pressure on her neck a weirdly grounding constant.

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, Jordan’s hand reached out, not to stop her, but to tug the shorts down himself. He was already hard, Kylie leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, a teaser that made him hiss. Jordan exhaled a curse and wound his hand a little tighter into her hair.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Darius shift, the friction of rustling fabric and the gold clatter of his chain as he stripped off the jersey and peeled his shorts down. The look in his eyes said he’d waited his turn long enough. He stalked forward, heavy and deliberate, and joined the other two, his presence dark and broad beside Jordan’s narrow focus, a counterpoint that left Kylie bracketed between their attention.

He didn’t hesitate. Darius moved to Kylie’s side, palming her ass hard while she bobbed on Jordan’s cock, the strength in his grip making her whimper around the intrusion in her throat. He knelt behind her, yanked the suit the rest of the way down her thighs, leaving her utterly bare save for boots and the collar. Darius drove a knee between hers, spreading her wide before pressing the head of his cock right up against her pussy.

Darius wasted no time, pushing into her with a single, hard hitting thrust. The force of it pushed her forward, lodging Jordan’s cock deep into her mouth, choking her for a split second before she regained her rhythm.

Kim watched, regal and unreadable, a micro-expression lost on the men but not on Kylie. That tiny loss of control was a gift.

Kylie could feel the wet slap of skin on skin, the way her own body responded, completely, without hesitation, to the purpose it had been sculpted for.

"Fuck," Jordan muttered.

He pulled at her hair, guiding her deeper onto him with every thrust now, bringing his hips up off the couch, driving himself further into her throat. Every motion was met by Darius’s hips behind her, pistoning into her soaking wet cunt. Kylie surrendered to the rhythm, her senses stretched thin between the two of them. Jordan pinched her nose, while he slid his cock in and out of Kylie’s oral hole.

Kim’s voice cut through the room, bright and mocking, “If you want her to breathe, Jord, you have to let go eventually.”

Darius let out a laugh, as he gave a hard slap to Kylie’s ass that made her cry out, the sting blooming over the stretch of her skin. Kylie’s body moved on instinct, trained and eager, writhing back into every slap, every thrust and every new instance of pain or pleasure with clarity. Jordan let up, just enough to let her gasp a breath, and in that moment Darius flooded her, a deep, unforgiving pump that sent shocks through her body.

“Switch,” Kim commanded.

The men did as they were told, as Darius pulled Kylie up by her hair, spinning her so she landed with her ass on his thighs, her back to his chest. His arms wrapped under her knees, holding them up so he could open her, display her, use her as the fuck toy she was. Her boots kicked in the air as Kylie struggled for balance, as Jordan re-approached, his cock glistening from using her mouth earlier.

Kylie in this new position found herself completely exposed, splayed open the room to see. Darius’s cock slid between the spread cheeks of her ass, pressing deliberately against the tight ring of her second hole

Jordan wasted no time, he lined up, sliding his cock straight into Kylie’s pussy in one practiced thrust, the angle intense, almost painful, splitting her wide for the room to see. Both men continued to double team her, the men found a rhythm almost immediate, Jordan’s cock carving into her from above, Darius working her from behind.

Every thrust from Darius stretched her asshole wide, the burn searing but exquisite, each time Jordan plowed into her cunt it pressed her even tighter around the other man. Kylie opened herself to it, breathless and shaking, putting her voice to work as she moaned, screamed, begged for more.

The orgasm hit her mid-thrust, sudden and nuclear, a full-body convulsion that shattered her in place. Her entire body clenching around the cocks impaling her.

The air was thick with the slap and shudder of bodies in motion, the sounds of skin and the low, guttural noises of men losing themselves in a moment. Eventually, the men slowed, out of breath and glazed with satisfaction. Jordan’s grip loosened, sliding off her and flopping back onto the sectional, chest heaving. Darius followed suit, letting her legs drop and easing her forward until she collapsed onto her hands and knees.

Kylie crawled over, knees scuffed, hair a wild mess, she wrapped one of her perfectly-manicured hands around Jordan's cock, stroking it with a firm, practiced grip. While at the same time, spit pooling on her tongue before she let it dribble out, all over Darius’s shaft.

She let Darius’s thick dick press past her lips, her tongue dragging along the underside. Her hand never stopped stroking Jordan, wrist twisting, with each upstroke. Darius’s fingers found the back of her head, gripping hard, using her mouth with shameless pleasure. Her other hand never stopped working over Jordan’s prick.

“God damn,” Darius said, “she’s got a mouth like a fuckin’ vacuum.”

Kylie shuffled on her knees, boots squeaking faintly on the marble, and then doubled her tempo on both. Darius’s hand found the back of her head, gripping hard, using her mouth with shameless pleasure. Kylie alternated between the two, Jordan’s cock slick with anticipation, Kylie sank him deep into her throat, holding his gaze as she swallowed a around him.

She held him there, let him feel her throat flex and clutch as she gagged prettily for him, then released with an obscene pop, only to turn and lavish the same attention on Darius. Darius’s dick was thicker, and he liked it rougher. He drove it to the hilt, barely giving her time to breathe, her mascara streaking down her cheeks as she struggled and succeeded, because she knew Kim would want nothing less.

Kylie was lost in the sensation, in the ache and stretch and fullness, in the way the KB tattoo burned at her hip where Jordan’s knuckles dug in. Her mind was a whiteout, a blizzard of sensation, and when the men came, hard, one after the other, Darius flooding her mouth while Jordan painted her breasts, she swallowed without hesitation, without a thought beyond Kim’s pleasure.

When it was over, Kim rose from her chair, gliding forward in an elegant hush. She stroked Kylie’s hair, brushing it off her sticky, tear-stained cheek with a single gentle caress. “You did well, pet,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the outline of Kylie’s jaw. Buried in the honeysuckle of Kim’s perfume, Kylie shuddered with the afterglow of approval, letting the praise sink into her like the first breath after drowning.

"Did you have fun, pet?"

“Yes, Mistress,” Kylie said, voice wrecked and raw, but proud.

“Then clean up,” Kim ordered.

To Be Continued