Sara and Riya, twin sisters, had gotten into the property market young, and unwisely. Overly excited at auction, they had paid nearly $200,000 more than the house was worth. Two years later, unable to keep up with repayments, they were in a position where even selling the house wouldn’t recoup enough money to pay off their loan. The debt collectors hounding them were becoming increasingly scary.
They desperately tried to sell the house anyway, but none of the offers were nearly high enough. Finally, their real estate agent came to them with an unusual proposition.
“I have a… particular client,” said the agent. “A particularly wealthy man who honestly has no need for your house, but has the ability to buy it at the above-market price you need fairly trivially.”
This sounded wonderful to the sisters, and they begged their agent to go on.
“This client saw you two at the last inspection and… took an interest in you. He said he might buy your house, if it comes with some unusual inclusions. But he would require you to move out immediately while negotiations are made, into a hotel that he pays for, taking nothing from the house except the immediate personal effects you need for a week or so.”
The girls nervously agreed. The hotel room was a sumptuous penthouse, which allayed their fears a little. They sat, and waited to hear what terms the buyer wanted. They soon learned the first.
“The buyer wants your clothes included in the house,” the agent said. “Everything you own, except for your high heel shoes and sexiest lingerie. He also becomes the immediate owner of any clothes you acquire for a year following sale, and refuses you the right to wear clothes owned by others.”
“So… we’d be naked for a year?” asked Sara incredulously.
“You can wear lingerie and high heels,” said the agent. “It’s an unusual request, yes, but you need this sale. Surely you can remain mostly indoors for a year to get out of debt?”
The girls grudgingly agreed. The agent required the handover of clothes immediately, so both sisters blushingly stripped down to their underwear in front of him and let him walk away with anything that might conceal their bodies from view.
The agent returned the next day. “The buyer is happy with that term, but says it only represents a $30,000 increase in value for the house. His next offer is that he wishes to buy your birth control medication now and for the next year, for a further $20,000.”
The girls agreed. “But that’s still only $50,000,” said Riya. “We need another hundred and fifty!”
“I know,” said the agent. “Give me time.”
He returned the next day with a somewhat more shocking proposition. “The buyer says the house needs decoration,” he said. “He wants to be able to decorate every room with photographs of the two of you having sex with each other. For this, he will increase the value by $75,000.”
The girls were shocked. “But we’re *sisters*!” protested Riya. “And not lesbians!” added Sara.
The agent handed them a bottle of pills. “These will help you get in the mood,” he said. “And there’s another $20,000 in it if you agree to take one of these each morning and night for the next year.”
The girls had few options. They took the pills, and awkwardly undressed and began kissing. It felt strange and weird to be kissing their sister, but soon the pills took hold, and their reluctant pecks on the lips started to become passionate, drooling tongue-kisses. They rubbed their large tits against each other, pushed their cunts against each other’s knees, and started to moan like whores.
The agent photographed and filmed all of this. He documented as they moved to suckling each other’s tits, and then, in a mad lust, rearranged into a 69 position, desperately sucking and licking at each other’s dripping wet cunts until they reached orgasm after shuddering orgasm.
The agent left when they pulled away from each other after several hours, their faces filled with guilt, shame, and lust. But the drugs were still in their system, and after only a couple of hours they were at it again. They took more, as they were required to do, in the evening, and ended up spending the whole night fucking as well. When they answered the door for the agent the next day, they were still nude, cunt juices wet on their faces, a desperate, lustful look in their eyes.
“Good news,” said the agent. “The buyer has sold the video you made yesterday on the internet for a substantial sum of cash, which will cover the remaining money you need and leave a substantial sum for him. He has forwarded links to the video to your family and friends, to let them know how pretty you are when you’re fucking each other like sluts. He asks that you now both sexually service me, to thank me for my work, and following that, the deal is concluded; you’re officially out of debt.”
The sisters stood, stunned, processing what they had just heard, as the agent came into the room, grabbed them both by the hair, and dragged them to their bed for a vigorous fucking. They were so horny, they didn’t resist at all, and each orgasmed several times on his cock while making out with her sister.
When he was done, he said, “The buyer is, of course, no longer paying for this hotel room. Get out immediately.”
The girls dressed in their lingerie and heels, and blushingly filed out of the hotel and called a taxi. But they had not thought things through. They had nowhere to live. Their parents, having seen the video of them fucking like animals, refused to take them in. They couldn’t work at their regular jobs in lingerie.
In desperation they returned to the house they had just sold. The buyer opened the door.
“Please… sir…” begged Sara. “We have nowhere to stay. Can we please stay here? You can… you can fuck us…”
He looked at them. “Oh, I’ll do more than fuck you.” He pointed to the front yard, where he had installed two wire dog cages. “I thought this might happen. You’ll sleep there, naked, where everyone can see you. I’ll bring you dog food in a bowl each evening to eat. The cages lock overnight; you’ll sleep with a vibrating dildo in your pussy. In the morning, they will open automatically, and you will both crawl inside through the dog door. One of you will prepare me breakfast while the other wakes me by sucking my cock. I will rape whichever of you I choose, then you will spend the day licking each other’s pussies on the front lawn until I have uses for you. From time to time my friends will visit, and you will fuck and suck them without having to be told. Do you understand?”
The girls paused, contemplating their options. Finally, they both said, “Yes, sir,” in unison.
“Good bitches,” he told them. He took his cock out of his pants. “Now, kneel, and show me you know how to share a cock…”
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