Chars: Sarah Weintraub, Michaelangelo, Lanius, Caesar Summary: Sarah's vault gets filled by Lanius Kinks: dub-con, one-sided incestuous relationship, non-con voyeurism, masturbation, anal, size.
Vault 21 was a hotel. That was its official line.
Known only to a select few, it was a brothel, where certain of the female “guests” could be hired. If Sarah Weintraub, the madam, liked the look of you enough, you could even hire her.
Known to even fewer people, specifically three, was that Sarah, her brother Michaelangelo and his girlfriend ran a nifty line in blackmail. There were hidden cameras secreted all around Sarah’s entertaining chamber, where Michaelangelo would live edit film sequences of sexual high-jinx between Sarah and her select customers, intended to turn into high profits. The girlfriend would then arrange the sting. Customers who could not be blackmailed still often paid well to buy the films – to keep and watch, over and over again. Sarah herself was into it for more than just money. She liked to entertain interesting men, and she loved getting fucked.
But only Michaelangelo knew that he was into it for more than just money. His interest had darkened into something he himself did not understand. At first, he was mildly disturbed to find he liked to watch Sarah doing it with her marks. After a while though, he stopped thinking of it in that way, and started to get more serious about it. He put high-res cameras in places where he could get very good close-ups. Sarah unwittingly played along, arranging herself into positions where she knew the angle would be good, and the sale value high.
Sarah didn’t know there were also cameras in her private room, where she slept and customers were not allowed, and up in the gift shop, where she spent part of her day acting as receptionist. The girlfriend vaguely knew about them, but Michaelangelo told her they were for Sarah’s safety, and she didn’t query it. It didn’t even cross her mind that her boyfriend could have an unhealthy interest in his sister.
Not that Sarah wasn’t attractive. She was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes glowed with an inner light and her honey-blonde hair looked as luxurious as it felt to touch. With women she was friendly and cheerful. With the right men, her manner was something else, something coy, enticing, irresistible. It helped that she was built like a goddess too, all protruding breasts and swaying hips and not much in between.
Between her legs though... that was another matter. She kept her slit shaven, for maximum viewing pleasure. She could accommodate any size of cock and make its owner feel like a king. She could squeeze so tight she could just about make men cum on demand – and sometimes did, when she tiring of their company and felt enough compromising footage had been obtained. Her body was lithe and extremely flexible, and she could do acrobatic tricks for men who liked that sort of thing. If they paid extra, of course.
Her best trick was being able to convince her customers that it was all real. Oh honey your cock is too large, I don’t think I can take it in, and then when it miraculously crammed in she was truly crying with the pain and sheer bliss of it. She never wanted them to stop fucking her. Her moaning and clenching was caused by genuine orgasm, certainly the most incredible she’d ever experienced. Yes, they lapped it all up.
Michaelangelo knew it was an act, but that didn’t stop him getting as excited as her customers when she opened her legs. He would zoom in on her slit, watch intently as she rubbed gel onto it to make it slippery and ready for pummelling. His cock would grow so hard when he saw her slip a finger inside herself. He would close up on the mark’s cock pushing at her pink opening, and hold his breath as it slid in. Sarah would tell them to go slow, because this was the money shot.
My vault runs deep and wide.
Summary: Sarah's vault gets filled by Lanius
Kinks: dub-con, one-sided incestuous relationship, non-con voyeurism, masturbation, anal, size.
Vault 21 was a hotel. That was its official line.
Known only to a select few, it was a brothel, where certain of the female “guests” could be hired. If Sarah Weintraub, the madam, liked the look of you enough, you could even hire her.
Known to even fewer people, specifically three, was that Sarah, her brother Michaelangelo and his girlfriend ran a nifty line in blackmail. There were hidden cameras secreted all around Sarah’s entertaining chamber, where Michaelangelo would live edit film sequences of sexual high-jinx between Sarah and her select customers, intended to turn into high profits. The girlfriend would then arrange the sting. Customers who could not be blackmailed still often paid well to buy the films – to keep and watch, over and over again. Sarah herself was into it for more than just money. She liked to entertain interesting men, and she loved getting fucked.
But only Michaelangelo knew that he was into it for more than just money. His interest had darkened into something he himself did not understand. At first, he was mildly disturbed to find he liked to watch Sarah doing it with her marks. After a while though, he stopped thinking of it in that way, and started to get more serious about it. He put high-res cameras in places where he could get very good close-ups. Sarah unwittingly played along, arranging herself into positions where she knew the angle would be good, and the sale value high.
Sarah didn’t know there were also cameras in her private room, where she slept and customers were not allowed, and up in the gift shop, where she spent part of her day acting as receptionist. The girlfriend vaguely knew about them, but Michaelangelo told her they were for Sarah’s safety, and she didn’t query it. It didn’t even cross her mind that her boyfriend could have an unhealthy interest in his sister.
Not that Sarah wasn’t attractive. She was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes glowed with an inner light and her honey-blonde hair looked as luxurious as it felt to touch. With women she was friendly and cheerful. With the right men, her manner was something else, something coy, enticing, irresistible. It helped that she was built like a goddess too, all protruding breasts and swaying hips and not much in between.
Between her legs though... that was another matter. She kept her slit shaven, for maximum viewing pleasure. She could accommodate any size of cock and make its owner feel like a king. She could squeeze so tight she could just about make men cum on demand – and sometimes did, when she tiring of their company and felt enough compromising footage had been obtained. Her body was lithe and extremely flexible, and she could do acrobatic tricks for men who liked that sort of thing. If they paid extra, of course.
Her best trick was being able to convince her customers that it was all real. Oh honey your cock is too large, I don’t think I can take it in, and then when it miraculously crammed in she was truly crying with the pain and sheer bliss of it. She never wanted them to stop fucking her. Her moaning and clenching was caused by genuine orgasm, certainly the most incredible she’d ever experienced. Yes, they lapped it all up.
Michaelangelo knew it was an act, but that didn’t stop him getting as excited as her customers when she opened her legs. He would zoom in on her slit, watch intently as she rubbed gel onto it to make it slippery and ready for pummelling. His cock would grow so hard when he saw her slip a finger inside herself. He would close up on the mark’s cock pushing at her pink opening, and hold his breath as it slid in. Sarah would tell them to go slow, because this was the money shot.