My Sister Made Me Ch. 15

He smiled, raising his eyebrow at her for a moment before pulling her back tight against him.

"I can see that you're a woman that knows exactly what she wants," he said quietly.

She nodded. "And you're a very confident, dominant man," she replied. "I was skeptical about staying for the whole dance, but I'm glad I did."

He laughed. "My dear, I learned a long time ago that when you have an opportunity with a delight such as yourself, you don't pass up the chance."

Amused, she looked up at him and smiled. The song ended then, but quickly melded into another, and he didn't seem to want to let her go, not that she minded of course.

"So, would it be too forward of me to ask to escort you to somewhere more appealing?" he asked.

"Oh, so am I that bad of a dancer?" she asked playfully.

He shook his head and smiled. "No, my sweet. I just can only stand to be near you for so long before I have to act upon my baser impulses. If we don't leave the room this instant, I fear that I may succumb to a primal desire to have you here and now."

She laughed quietly, clutching him closer to herself and feeling his hand gently squeeze her butt to accentuate the point.

"You're a dirty old man, aren't you," she said, and he winked in response. Turning, he pulled her quietly from the dance floor and towards the door.

"Oh, the dirtiest, my peach," he confirmed as she placed her arm in his. "Come, let us find a more appropriate setting for me to defile you in."

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine and she had the sudden feeling that what followed for her would be unforgettable.

*****

Sam

Saturday

As the dawning light broke through her window, Sam finally sat up and started to go about her morning. She'd been lying in bed for a while, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the softness of her sheets. She'd texted Dane to see if he was home, but got no answer, much to her disappointment. Without having to move much, she'd been able to look out the window and see that his vehicle wasn't there.

It had been a little disappointing to learn that he wasn't home, but she promised that she'd talk to him the next day at her birthday party.

She snickered. Her parents were ridiculous. She was turning 19 and they still had to throw her a party every year as if she were a kid. It wasn't like she minded, though. She got a kick out of it.

Going through her normal morning routine, Sam couldn't help but get a little nervous about what was going to happen that evening. She knew that if she didn't focus on something else, the day was going to take forever, and she definitely didn't want that.

The first thing she did was to get up and groom herself. She did her morning duties, then showered and shaved everything that needed shaving, even her crotch. She knew she was going to be alone in a closet, but she felt like she needed to be groomed and looking as gorgeous as she could. After washing her hair thoroughly, she got out and put some of Toni's leave-in product that made her hair look so good. Brushing it through a few times, she set about cleaning the bathroom. She started with the toilet, then did the shower and bathtub, then started on the countertop. Hair bows and clips, scrunchies and bobby pins were all thrown in drawers along with the brushes and other beauty supplies scattered on the counter. The mirrors followed, then the floors, and she proceeded to continue down the hallway, mopping as she went back to her room. Once there, she started to straighten up, but took a short break for breakfast after the hallway had dried enough for her to walk on.

Once breakfast was done, she went right back to work cleaning her room, then went downstairs to clean what she could of the rest of the house. Unfortunately, she was realistically done by noon, groaning in irritation as she realized she still had lots of time to waste before the party that evening.

She took a nap, read up on her homework, had a nice long conversation with her mom and dad about school, and went and checked on her sisters when they eventually arrived home.

Apparently, they'd gone to a party the night before and looked like they needed to rest. Alex immediately climbed into bed, as did Toni, though the latter didn't look nearly as tired as the former.

The day proved to be interminably long, and after the twins had a several-hour-long nap, they both left for work and she was left alone upstairs yet again. Still, she was excited about that evening, and though it seemed to take forever, the time to get ready for the party eventually did arrive.

Kara had texted her to meet her about ten minutes before everyone normally arrived, but after she'd gotten ready, she arrived about five minutes earlier than that. Grabbing the bag that she'd brought, she tossed her phone in it and hopped out, seeing Kara's car parked close by. She swore quietly, seeing another vehicle had parked next to hers, and quickly texted her to see if it was okay to come in.

The door to the club opened and Kara looked out, smiling and waving as she saw her.

"It's okay, it's just Ed," she said.

Sam looked at her curiously.

"The doctor, Ed Sanderson," Kara clarified.

Smiling, Sam nodded and hopped out quickly.

"Hey," she said happily, hugging Kara as soon as she stepped inside.

Her warmth was intoxicating, and Sam immediately wanted to hug her again as soon as they split.

"Hey there, stranger," a familiar voice said. She looked at the source and saw Dr. Sanderson coming toward her.

"Hi, Dr. Sanderson," she said, offering him a hug.

"Nervous?" he asked with a chuckle.

"God, yes," she confirmed.

The three shared a brief laugh at her expense before they started to walk toward the closet where she'd hidden before.

"Oh... I parked in the front," she said. "Do I need to..."

"I'll handle it," Ed said, reaching out his hand. She smiled and handed her keys over, then saw him immediately exit the building to move her vehicle.

"Don't be nervous," Kara said. "You're going to be a hit."

"I've got nothing to worry about, I know. It's just... jitters, you know?"

Kara nodded, then grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the closet.

"Text me if you need anything, and don't forget the knock system, though I guess it's really up to you if you want to talk to anyone. I had Derrek put a lock on the inside of the door and you should be good to go. You'll be able to hear us talking in the next room, but it will probably be a good thirty minutes before anyone participates in using this."

"I'll be okay. Just let me know if something happens or I need to leave or something."

With a laugh, Kara kissed her on the cheek and waited for her to step into the small room. The stool had been replaced by a comfortable looking chair, and she eagerly stepped in and sat down. Standing in the door, Kara looked down in amusement.

"Need anything else?" she asked.

Sam shook her head, and Kara started to close the door.

"Kara," she said, causing the gorgeous red head to look up.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome, hun," Kara replied, smiling genuinely and winking.

Sam watched the door close, then reached up and locked it.

Sitting back down, she sat there waiting for a minute, then realized she was being ridiculous and pulled her phone out to pass the time.

It was only a few minutes later that she heard voices in the room, and soon she could hear more arriving until they'd all apparently arrived. She checked the time and saw that it was about fifteen after the hour. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.

Unable to make out any words, she listened as different people spoke. She got a text and quickly checked it.

"Talking about you now," Kara had sent.

She shivered nervously, wondering what the conversation was like. She wondered if anyone was actually going to want to use the closet and her skills, then began to second-guess her choices and wondered if she should just text Kara and call the whole thing off.

The murmur of conversation grew after a few minutes, and she heard the group of people going past the room she was in and down the stairs to the room with the mattresses and couches.

"First customer," Kara sent, giving Sam a grin as she saw the incoming message.

There was a knock on the door, and she quickly slid the panel aside.

"Mystery-girl," the voice said, unmistakably Dr. Sanderson's.

Sam, remembering the knocking code, knocked once.

"Well, I promised I'd definitely be one to take a turn at the glory-hole, so here I am," he said.

She smiled, moving closer, then couldn't help but smile wider as he pushed the head of his cock through the hole.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward and took it into her mouth, her lips sliding over the crown and as far down as she could get.

"Damn," she heard him say, and felt a surge of excitement at the obvious praise of her skills. She was immediately encouraged to suck even harder, her mouth working in concert with her tongue in massaging and sucking every bit of his cock that she possibly could.

"My lord," he said, and she heard a gentle thumping on the door as she slid her wet lips down the smooth skin of his cock. He wasn't huge like Duncan had been the last time she was here, but he was nicely sized, and she was enjoying herself quite a bit.

The image of Duncan's ridiculously large cock protruding through the door filled her head then, and she whimpered as she thought back to how incredible it had been taking it into her mouth and lovingly sucking on it until he'd given her his seed.

Snapping back to the present, she heard another weak thump on the door and realized that it was Dr. Sanderson's head, or maybe a fist pounding on the door. As if to confirm her suspicions, he groaned loudly a few seconds later, clearly enjoying the time he was spending in her mouth. She felt the smooth flesh of his cock sliding past her lips, pressing down on her tongue as she ran it along the underside, then nudging the back of her throat gently. A quiet, yet emphatic grunt of pleasure had started to accompany each thrust, and she began to gently move her face forward a bit, timing it with his thrusts.

"God... you are so... fucking good!" he said. "This is the best damn head I've ever gotten."

Giggling, she fought back the urge to thank him, focusing on the delicious object he was letting her suck on. She began to tighten her around his warm, rigid shaft each time he thrust completely into her mouth, just when the head trying to nudge its way into her throat. He would groan as he felt her start to suck harder, the flesh of his cock sliding out past her soft, wet lips again before he would thump the door weakly and slide back inside.

"So soft... so warm," he groaned. "You are a fucking treasure."

Feelings of accomplishment and pride swelled within her, and she couldn't help but smile as the urge to thank him resurfaced. Instead, she focused on the shaft again, letting him slide it just a bit more into her throat and eliciting a staccato of weak cries from the other side of the door. She still had an inch or so of cock left to play with but didn't want to pull all her tricks out of the bag just yet.

Unable to reach his testicles, she found that she really didn't have anything to do with her hand, only needing one to assist her in sucking him off from time to time. Naughty thoughts about what to do with her free hand filled her head, but none of them were applicable. Obviously, she couldn't reach his testicles, or pull him deeper into her mouth by his butt. Stroking another cock would work, but the two men would have to stand extremely close together to fit both of themselves through the hole. She didn't think that was likely, though.

Keenly aware of the squishy condition of her panties, she quickly slid her hand down between her legs and into her pussy before she had a chance to second-guess herself. A whimper of pleasure filled the small closet, driven from her by the surge of excitement she'd felt by sliding her finger inside her soaked pussy.

"Are you playing with yourself, Mystery-Girl?" Dr. Sanderson asked, punctuating his question with a gentle thump of his forehead on the door.

She smiled, letting go of his shaft as she took him in again, knocking once on the wall.

"Good girl," he said. "If I behave myself, can I taste you?"

She suppressed a giggle and continued to slide her fingers into herself, whimpering a few seconds later as an impulse of electricity shot through her.

"Fuck," he grunted. "I'll behave myself. Please. I promise I'll be good. Just let me have a taste."

She whimpered at the sound of his emphatic begging. It sounded like he had to taste her or he might die. Raising her hand up, she knocked a single time on the door.

Immediately his cock was withdrawn, and she was surprised to see his mouth appear at the hole. "Oh... please... Mystery-Girl," he said, opening his mouth wider after each word.

Whimpering at the sheer desperation in his tone, she slid her finger from her pussy, pausing to run it through several times and get it nice and drenched, then pulled it out of her pants. Raising it up, she wriggled the soaked fingers up in front of her face for a second, then leaned forward and gently slid them into his waiting mouth. Immediately she felt him sucking on her fingers, a moan of approval practically vibrating the wooden door between them. His tongue danced circles around her digits, his mouth suctioning all of her slimy goo from them. She heard him swallow audibly, then felt the suction renewed.

More fingers of arousal wriggled through her, and she had to slide her hand back into her pants to rub at herself, or she might have gone crazy from the desire. Dr. Sanderson immediately stood back up and slid his yummy cock back through the door, the head pressing against her lips for just a moment before she obediently opened them up and let him back in.

"You're so good at that," he moaned. "I want to take you home with my wife and keep you all to myself."

She couldn't help herself and giggled in amusement. The mushroom-shaped cockhead began to press against the back of her throat faster and faster then, and her excitement surged as she realized that he was getting close.

"Jesus... Christ... this is... gonna..." he stammered, his cock thrusting harder and harder into her mouth. She tightened her lips around the shaft as he paused, the anticipation of tasting the warm, gooey mess causing her to moan in quiet protest, and quickly started to slide her lips back and forth.

"Fuhhhgck!" he cried out weakly, his hips hitting the door faster and faster as she sucked. A warm burst of his cum filled her mouth then; it felt like the poor guy hadn't cum for a week, there was so much of it. Swallowing him down, she felt her entire body shiver with heightened pleasure, her tongue aching for another taste in the milliseconds between the previous spray and the subsequent one.

The door gently slammed in its socket, the lock jiggling as he thrust his hips against the wood and cries of pleasure found their way through. Another burst filled her mouth, then another and another, each one being swallowed down as she continued to slide her soft lips down his rigid shaft.

Eventually, Dr. Sanderson stopped moving and the door quieted its racket. Sam didn't stop though, continuing to finger herself and moaning lowly each time she found errant dollops of cum that were whisked away by her tongue to be swallowed down where they belonged.

Dr. Sanderson's erection didn't seem to be going away, and he wasn't retracting it. Satisfied to keep sucking on the gorgeous cock presented to her, she did just that. Her lips slid back and forth on his hard-on, and the wet sucking noises were seemingly very loud in the tiny room.

Sliding her fingers out of her pussy, she kept sucking but began to rub demandingly at her clit, quietly urging it to give her a release.

"God, can you really make me cum again?" he asked, his voice week but cock still as hard as could be.

Pulling the delicious organ from her mouth, she forgot that she wasn't supposed to talk for a moment.

"If you don't take it away from me, I'll keep sucking you all night long," she promised, secretly begging him to do just that. She quickly realized that she'd spoken but dismissed her concern. Dr. Sanderson knew who she was. What did it matter as long as no one else heard?

Deciding that she could probably pull out another of her tricks, she quickly took him back into her mouth and pushed her lips as far as they had been before, sucking fiercely once she was there, then briefly catching her breath before pushing the spongy head of his cock against the back of her throat.

"God in heaven," he said weakly. "So... good."

She relaxed a bit, then felt a surge of renewed arousal as she felt him slide past her throat barrier and completely inside. Dr. Sanderson sounded like he was losing his mind, groaning and crying out in pleasure. She fought to stay down as long as she could, but eventually ripped his cock free and gasped for air for a few seconds before she slid him back in. Several long strokes into her mouth bought her time to catch her breath, then she took him deep again.

Footsteps coming up the stairs came to her ears, and she wondered who it was. Maybe it was another well-hung guy that wanted to share his cum with her? She wondered if it was Duncan. Surely Kara had told him to come try the "Mystery-Girl" out?

The footfalls continued on, and she was temporarily disappointed, only to hear them come back a minute later and stop outside her door. She heard the deep voice of another man, but quickly refocused on taking Dr. Sanderson deep again while the two outside conversed. Her curiosity got the better of her then, and she began to slide her lips back and forth on his cock at a faster and faster pace.

Finally, as Dr. Sanderson made odd sounds on the other side of the door, she was rewarded with another burst of succulent cum from the head of his wonderful cock. Moaning in pleasure as she scrubbed her finger across her clit, she felt the beginnings of her own orgasm as she swallowed down his second present to her that night.

Slurping and suckling every little drop she could, she made sure that Dr. Sanderson's cock was as clean as she could make it before it withdrew from the slot. Grinning, she thumbed some of his cum back into her mouth and sucked it clean.

Turning back, she saw that Dr. Sanderson had left and the hole was empty. She heard the stumbling footsteps of someone going downstairs and cocked her head to listen, but a deep voice startled her back to looking at the hole.

"Hey Mystery-Girl," he said.

Feeling like she needed to greet him, she slid her hand through the hole and waved, then pulled it back.

"I brought an extra bottle of water if you need it," he said.

She smiled, reaching up and knocking a single time. A bottle appeared in front of the hole and she reached out to grab it. Opening it quickly, she took a quick drink and re-vitalized herself, then slid her hand out again and gave him a thumbs-up, the only way she could think of to say thank you quietly.

Anxious to confirm her suspicions correct, she turned her hand over and wiggled a single finger for the mystery man to "come here."

Without a word of acknowledgement she saw him move closer to the door, then smiled as a flaccid, yet somehow still huge, cock was slid into the cushioned hole. Immediately wrapping a hand around it, she kissed the side, then wasted no time in wrapping her soft lips around the large cock head and sucking. Sliding her tongue around the imposing crown of his cock as blood swiftly pumped into it, she stroked his rapidly swelling shaft for several minutes until she had him nice and hard. His imposing weapon was a sight to behold, and she had to take a moment to take it in, in all its glory.