Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

"Absolutely. My pussy has never been eaten out by somebody who was quite so constantly hungry before. I can't help but wonder if the fact that she was so hungry was due to the fact that she had so much of your hot cum, or if she's simply a big whore who enjoys bashing people up. What a shameful little slut you've managed to bring into the world." She said as he grunted in the pleasure of when she cum.

My cock throbs more into Alyssa's throat as a result of Karen's acceptance, as she joins in the terrible humiliation of her niece without much of a regard for what she is saying or how awful it is.

It is how she feels, and she expresses it honestly, with the sexual aspect of it making no difference at all to how she thinks about or reacts to it. It is so open and free, and the blatant delight that it brings me makes it all the more fulfilling as I push forward in a courageous and aggressive manner.

Alyssa is not breaking her stride as I keep my gaze locked on Kelvin while I keep her down low and keep her sucking away at my cock. This causes Alyssa to choke on my dick.

She sucked my dick like a professional slut, and her wet tongue was caressing my cock while she had one hand on my cock and the other hand was merely maintaining some hair that came forward as a result of her mouth moving backwards and forwards on my cock.

This is wrong in ways that push things even deeper into the wrongness than they have ever been before, as I move Alyssa on faster, face fucking her under the table while her father is perfectly aware of it all. This takes things to a whole new level of wrongness.

Hearing it, hearing my thoughts about it, and coming to terms with it as if it were a normal part of life.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but everything that I'm doing right now is absolutely insane, and I can't wait to get down and dirty with her and put her through the absolute worst that I can think of in the process.

I can't wait for so much more of this kind of thing to happen.

Once I get right down into the details of it all, I find that this kind of wrongness, which shouldn't be possible, feels so fucking satisfying. This is the kind of wrongness that shouldn't be possible.

I didn't look away from Kelvin until I was about to blow my load again, letting out a loud and annoying groan as my head snapped back and I stared at his adorable daughter, whose face showed all of the built up pressure and frustration as a result of what I had done to her.

I was about to blow away my load, and I did it, I gave her a little nudge behind the back, and she responded by heaving a sigh of relief, slurping the cum down, and shivering as she looked up at me.

The eagerness in her eyes is completely gone as she slides back out from under the table with one final streak of cum running along her cheek, and she resumes sitting in her seat.

Patting Karen on the back and encouraging her to get up so I can head away from the fun and seek new targets and new victims to toy with.

"Well, this has been a good talk, see you all on the coming Christmas," I said.

But before that, I'm going to make an effort to obtain some food for myself. Even before I was able to indulge in my carnal delights with open, careless vigour across my family tree, Aunt Lindsey's parties were always redeemed by one thing, and that is the laborious effort she puts into leaving out a plethora of food to chow down on. This was true even long before I was able to indulge in my carnal delights with open, careless vigor.

I am surprised by the variety of salads, quartered up sandwiches, and various finger foods that are available at the buffet table, so I make my way over there and pick myself a plate.

And none of it is simply store-bought food that she repurposed by placing it on her beautiful serving plates.

I cheerfully piled a great, substantial plate full of everything that I could find and prepared myself for a nice, substantial piece of feasting.

An empty tray with a few stragglers of what was once some bruschetta is sitting at the far end of the table. Bruschetta is typically one of the first things to be consumed at any gathering.

I slip the tray beneath the deviled eggs that are next to it, which frees up sufficient space for me to sit at the edge of the table in a very casual manner, ready to sample something as I put myself on the menu for a change.

It takes me maybe a minute or two before I notice Elsa pulling up a plate. My older sister Elsa appears to have long since given up on finding Christine and is now waiting in line for some food.

She begins to make her way down the table, and I am left there, nervous and interested, wondering where this will go and how my older sister will react to my cock on the buffet table.

'Will I get in trouble for this?' I asked myself.

'Perhaps she won't care either way no matter what happens.' I pondered things as she made her way toward me slowly.

I don't know for sure, but the twisted promises that are waiting for me are keeping me hooked, keeping me curious, and keeping me leaning forward with excitement building up hotter inside of me by the second.

I'm not sure how Elsa is going to react, but I'm so excited to find out what she thinks about it.

The way Elsa is looking at the plates gives the impression that she is not even aware that I am now present, and as she makes her way to the end of the table, she does not appear surprised by the fact that a plate of her brother's cock is sitting there in place of the best bruschetta she has ever tasted.

In point of fact, it appears as though she is completely oblivious to my presence; she does not glance up or greet me, and she does not inquire as to whether or not I have seen Devon or whether or not I am dating Christine, both of which are things that she would normally be asking me by this time.

In its place, she merely places her own dish on the table, kneels down in front of me. And then she placed her hand on my hips and stretched them instantly, and then she placed her hand on my balls, and after some time of jiggling my balls with her hands, she placed them in her mouth and then started sucking those balls.

Her mouth was beneath my cock, and her mouth was sucking my balls as though she was drinking some kind of energy drink. After some time, she pulled her mouth back and started giving me some small hand jobs quickly-quickly after that, she stopped, and her mouth began to come close to my dick, and then she started sucking it.

Additionally, there is a quality that might be described as one of extreme apathy. She isn't groaning around the cock or making eye contact with me, which is really odd.

She is only sucking on it, her head bobbing up and down as she does so, her mouth actively working to suck my cock of the load that she has evidently decided she wants as much as the couscous salad she has already consumed in a substantial quantity.

Elsa does not appear to be making an effort to make it personal, or she may not be doing much to register it as personal. The whole thing has a very casual and detached tone.

It is not something that can be planned for, and while it is occurring, I make every effort to just sit there and keep things casual. I started bringing some food up to my lips and munching down on the quartered chicken salad sandwiches and mini pizza bagels I nabbed from her trays, all while watching my older sister Elsa work passionately on my dick. Elsa is sucking my cock by moving her mouth up and down.

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