Taming Mira

Walter invited everyone to the beach. Elizabeth, feeling guilty about the night before, rejected him. Alisa was feeling nauseous from the liquor. Only Mira accepted, wanting to get her mind off her impotency issues.

They played frisbee by the beach. It was hard for Walter, to have such plans, but to have to engage in something so silly and frivolous as frisbee for the precursor. He offered him some juice.

"So," he lied. "Elizabeth tells me you're having problems getting it up."

Mira flushed hard.

"Why ... how?" She stammered. "Why would Elizabeth tell you that?"

"Well," Walter said. "You were shitfaced, she was frustrated. So she told me."

Mira looked on the edge of tears, her trust with Elizabeth violated. Walter comforted her, patting her shoulder.

"Shh, shh. It wasn't right of you to play the bull anyhow," Walter said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a pretty lil Thai ladyboy like you ... should be on the bottom." Mira rolled her eyes.

"I fuck quite well as a top, thank you very much," Mira said, scoffing.

"Well then, show me," Walter said. "Pull it out. I'll even help, I'll pull mine out too."

Walter dropped his trunks, exposing his thick white cock. Try as she might, Mira tried not to look at it, to look at him getting hard, something she needed to do so bad. She finally took off her bikini bottoms, trying to get her thick Thai meat stiff. She was unsuccessful.

Meanwhile, Walter was sporting eight inches of prime American meat.

"Bend over," he told her simply. She swallowed hard, but complied, putting herself onto all fours.

He took out some lubrication from his pocket, generously fingering the lube into Mira.

"I've fucked my share of ladyboys before I met your sister, you know," he said conversationally. "But you're an especially pretty one."

"Thanks," Mira mumbled. Walter took a moment to pick up her phone from her chair, inputting her code and quickly sending a message, then putting it back down.

Walter went back over to the ladyboy, starting to push his cock into her ass. She squealed, and her cock instantly leaked a thick dollop of thin cum.

"See there, now that's more like it," Walter said gruffly. He snorted like a bull, pushing in deeper, until he was clapping her cheeks. For the sexually frustrated Mira, bottoming was plugging in to the instinctive call of the hormones, and her own pent up sexual frustration, and she was steadily leaking cum from her cock.

***

Elizabeth approached the spot at the beach Mira had mentioned in her text with the bottle of suntan lotion. She intended to drop it off, not wanting to spend more time with Walter than necessary. And then she saw them. Mira on all fours, thin wads of cum everywhere beneath her, and Walter fucking her casually, in complete command of another fuckpuppet. Jesus, Elizabeth thought. Walter was taking control of all of them.