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“Why have you stopped undressing, Courtney?” I asked.
Her tight, voluptuous body was shaking as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. I heard Chapel’s sharp exhale as Courtney’s magnificent tits finally came into view.
She really was a work of art. Her tits stood out, full and proud, just begging to be whipped and sucked; tawny nipples already hard, despite the warmth of my study. Just another Bailey Sister who loved to display her body to the male gaze.
After she had placed her bra with her other clothes, I heard Chapel unzipping and watched, amused, as he pulled out his cock and started to stroke it nonchalantly. Courtney looked horrified and froze in shock.
“You’ve stopped again, Courtney. Remove your underwear for us, there’s a good girl. Slowly, though. Mr Chapel enjoys the thrill of anticipation.”
Visibly gritting her teeth, Courtney started to ease her knickers down her shapely hips, the elastic tracing its way along her thighs. As her heavenly cunt came into view, I briefly thanked Mrs Bailey for instilling such fastidious habits in each of her daughters. Courtney’s pussy was as smooth and delectable as each of her sisters’, her silky slit spreading invitingly as she slid her panties off her slender ankles.
Her knickers now also cast aside, Courtney was trying valiantly not to cry again, her shoulders softly shaking as she fought to maintain her composure, her naked body was exposed to us.
Chapel groaned as he contemplated this naked vision before us, his cock straining alarmingly in his fist as he continued to stroke it rhythmically.
I decided to give the old boy a treat. He could have first go at her, I would enjoy watching his molestation of her pert young curves.
“Chapel, why don’t you inspect Courtney’s tits and let me know how they feel?”
Courtney made a choking sound and looked at me imploringly as Chapel tottered over to her, trousers around his ankles, briefs at half-mast around his thighs as his cock jutted out impressively.
“Miss Bailey, what a pleasure to become better acquainted with you”, he leered, his pudgy fingers already stretching out towards the perfect contours of her firm, plump tits.
Courtney cringed but stayed in position as Chapel’s hands started to cup her tits, a plump mound filling each of his hands.
His hands roamed freely over her smooth skin, fondling the soft flesh between his fingers, feeling the orbs tighten beneath his hands as he groped her thoroughly.
“Pull your shoulders back, there’s a good girl,” he instructed.
Courtney responded beautifully, unhesitatingly, thrusting her tits out further into his roving hands, pressing against them.
“Very good, Miss Bailey. Hands behind your head, elbows out,” Chapel said, getting Courtney to adopt the pose he favoured for inspections.
She complied immediately, seamlessly entering into an entirely submissive state.
“Very, very good. Now spread your legs apart. Wide.”
Courtney shuffled her legs apart a little. Lightning fast, Chapel swiped his hand down and slapped her sharply against the insides of each of her thighs. Courtney squealed, in shock as much as pain, and planted her feet widely apart, spreading her cunt lips delightfully.
“Much better, Miss Bailey. No more half-hearted efforts, do you understand?” As ever, Chapel spoke surprisingly commandingly for a chubby man sporting such a pronounced erection.
Courtney nodded, “Yes Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.”
She really was responding most gratifyingly to instructions. My cock jolted again as I looked forward to subjugating her myself.
Chapel ran his thumbs over her pert little nipples encouraging them to get even harder. Taking them between his thumbs and middle fingers, he twisted them slightly, then tweaked the hard points, making her wince and then sigh. Just like her sisters, Courtney couldn’t resist the thrill of being molested and used by men.
I smiled as I saw her pussy juices starting to leak down her newly spread thighs.
“Mr Chapel, it seems Courtney may require some attention to her greedy little cunt. Would you care to take a look?”
Chapel dropped to his knees, his eyes level with Courtney’s gleaming pink pussy. Once settled between her legs, he pushed her thighs even further apart. They strained out either side of him, the muscles stretched taut under her creamy skin as he ran his hands slowly along their smooth curves.
Courtney closed her eyes, mortified.
“Look at me, Courtney,” I said. “Face the consequences of your depravity.”
She fixed her gaze on me, trying her best to maintain eye contact as Chapel thrust two fat fingers inside her cunt, lewdly pumping in and out of her, the evidence of her arousal unignorable as he probed her sticky depths, the sound of her pussy juices sloshing noisily filled the room.
“Take care of her Chapel. From behind. I want to watch her cum,” I ordered.
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