Unlocked Dark Desires

The door was slammed shut in front of Heather's face, cutting her off from the bedroom. Heather was stunned being turned away so harshly. But her emotions had long since started to boil over. First, she was turned away by the father, and now the son.

Due to her anger she began to breathe in and out deeply, causing her magnificent chest to move up and down. Old memories resurfaced and she couldn't keep her mind in a good state anymore.

Meanwhile Asher had completely turned his attention away from Heather, looking at Jennifer, grabbing both of her breasts over her shirt, giving them a good grope.

"Ah m-master. A-are you sure you want to stop pursuing my mother?" Jennifer asked. After all Asher had been talking about taming her mother for months.

"You rather I have my way with your mother right now than with you?"

"No of course not. But I know you want to have her as well so."

Asher grinned as he raised Jennifer's shirt and pinched her cute nipples causing her to moan softly, "Don't worry, she'll be back."

"W-what, mhmm, d-do you mean, aahmm," Jennifer felt Asher's hand enter her pants, a finger stroking her pussy.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Before she knew her clothes were taken off and Asher had sat her down on a couch, spreading her legs before planting his face in her crotch.

"Ieek, mhmmm," Jennifer threw her head back, feeling his tongue lick her pussy all over. A finger had pinched her clitoris, causing her tremendous amounts of pleasure.

"Play with your nipples," Asher said raising his head for a few seconds, before delving back into Jennifer's soaking pussy.

Jennifer nodded and pinched her nipples with her fingers, feeling plenty of pleasure from both her breasts and pussy.

Asher's intensity only increased from there as he inserted his tongue deep inside her vagina.

"Ahmm, s-ssho goooddd," Jennifer's entire body trembled in excitement. As always, the pure pleasure she got from him was out of this world.

Upon noticing she was ready, Asher put force on her clit, while eating her out like crazy.

Jennifer had no choice but to cum, raising her hot voice. Her pussy sprayed plenty of juices, covering Asher's face.

By the time her orgasm faded Asher had gotten up and cleansed his wet face with a towel, sitting down next to the slumped back Jennifer.

"Hmm, I thought that would have been enough, but she's more resistant than I thought."

"Huh?" Jennifer asked with cloudy eyes.

Asher chuckled and cupped one of Jennifer's nice breasts, "She's a woman that lived as a sex slave for years, and more importantly she did so loving it. Then she was suddenly being forced to stop doing completely, while not allowing herself not to have any sex with someone else. Now that she's riled up and aroused. What do you think will happen if she hears her daughter have the life she wanted so much. Getting pregnant while being toyed by her master."

Jennifer pouted as she realized the only reason Asher made her cum was to influence her mother.

"S-she's long gone though," she answered disagreeing due to jealousy.

"Is she though?" Asher said while his hand descended Jennifer's slightly sweaty body and pinched her clitoris.

"A-againnnmhmmm?" Jennifer moaned as she almost came a second time.

Then as she was starting to cum again, the door opened violently and Heather stormed in, appearing in front of her naked daughter, but having zero attention to her.

"Huh? What's this? I thought you wouldn't disturb me training Jennifer?"

"I'll show you!" Heather answered not replying this his words.

"Show me what."

"That you're no match for the dick that trained me."

"Oh you want to make a bet?"

Jennifer felt quiet unusual looking at her mother. For as long as she knew her, she had been calm and serious. Building her company, and always composed when she was at home.

But now her face was blushing red, her hair was disheveled and wrinkles came from anger. 

Turning her head to the calm lightly grinning Asher, she knew her master had duped her mother. Because if she knew one thing, if it came to matters in the bedroom, there was no way her master would lose.

"Yes!" Heather shouted confidently.

"All right, then how about this. For a week I can do whatever I want with you. If I'm able to make you admit I'm better, I win and you'll become my slave."

"Fine, but if I win you'll kneel and apologize for insulting me. Admitting you could never be a master like your father."

"Okay then."

Heather grinned thinking there was no way Asher could ever satisfy her like she had been in the past. Her anger had only clouded her mind in reality. After all for a week she'd be fucked so mercilessly nothing would be left of her.

Asher let go of Jennifer's clit and stood up, inspecting Heather.

Jennifer was tall and slender yet with a firm set of breasts. 

Heather was quite tall as well, but unlike Jennifer her body definitely had an hourglass shape. Even now with her dressed he could see the outlines of her wide hips. Her huge breasts finished the look. And while this woman was already in her forties, her face hadn't lost any beauty. It seemed she got even hotter with age.

"What are you looking at-?" Heather looked at Asher's gaze and her heart skipped a beat.

Her entire life she had been used to guy's looking at her with lust and desire. Yet they always had a lovely look in their eyes.

Now for the second time, she looked at someone that wanted nothing more than to devour her. She wasn't human in his eyes, she was just a bitch to tame. Most women would hate that look, yet for Heather it awakened plenty of old lost feelings.

As Asher took a step in her direction, she felt a slight sense of fear. Fear she had made the wrong choice. But before she knew it, he had wrapped and arm around her waist, pulling her close while not hesitating to put a hand on her tit, squeezing it roughly and painfully.

"Wow, even over your bra they feel so soft."

"T-this, p-perhaps I made a mi-," Heather couldn't finish her thought as she was aggressively thrown on the bed.

Her confidence wavered slightly, and she looked in fear at Asher walking close and getting onto the bed. The fact her body reacted to it, only scared her more. After all she was getting aroused.

*Rittsss

Asher had grabbed the sides of the blouse she wore underneath her blazer and ripped it apart, tearing the buttons while opening the blouse. What was exposed were two spectacular breasts, packed tightly into a black bra.

But Asher didn't relent and grabbed the bra before tearing it off, the clasp on the back broke immediately, revealing two huge jiggling tits in front of him.

Heather was surprised by the sudden aggression and found herself topless, "Mhmm," a moan escaped her lips as Asher had opened his mouth and took her nipple inside, sucking on it hard. His other hand squished down hard on the other tit, his fingers almost disappearing into her soft flesh.

Sophia's tits had given him plenty of practice to toy with large heaving chests and he didn't hold back at all.

"Aauhh," Heather suddenly felt a sharp pain and found Asher's teeth sinking into her flesh.

"I-it hurts," she wallowed, but Asher didn't stop until his bite marks had nicely set into her skin.

Smiling he raised his head and looked at the bite marks around her areola, "now you've been marked as mine, but don't worry I'll mark you plenty more later on."

Heather blushed lightly, as Asher just kept saying and doing whatever he wanted. He had already unbuttoned her pants and lowered it, revealing her sexy black panties.

But even these weren't long for the world as he ripped them off, just like with the rest of her underwear.

"Oh?" Asher raised his eyebrow looking at her clean and shaven crotch.

"Don't tell me he liked it clean at all times?" he asked, looking up at Heather's face.

She blushed and lightly nodded her head.

"Obedient even after all these years. It seems you have some redeeming qualities."

Heather didn't know if she was insulted or praised but hardly had any time to think about it. After all the more pressing matter was that for the first time after around twenty years, she had presented her vagina to another man.

After Asher's father, none had seen her pussy with the intention of using it for sex.

She had vowed to only be his and no other man, but for some reason she was naked and on bed with his son.

But even for this she wasn't given time to think, as a finger traced the outlines of her slit. It was a gentle feeling, unlike the assault on her breast. And yet she couldn't help but feel good.

"It's a good quality though. I'm sure you're going to keep it shaven for me in the future," Asher said cockily.

Heather scoffed: "Tsss, don't even think about it."

Asher just smiled, after all in his eyes he had already won. He was a master, used to making his women submit, and while Heather put on a strong farce. Inside she was just a slave with no master. In a while she'd realize there'd be nothing to do but bow down to him.