Tidying up

Jerome knelt firmly behind the older sister and grabbed her hands, which were tied behind her back, as if they were a handle. With a jerk, he pulled her ass higher into the air until Sara’s upper body lay flat on the cage floor and her plump butt was completely at his mercy. His huge, shiny black cock stood rock-hard and thickly veined, pointing upward, the fat head already slick with a mixture of his cum and her own juices.

He took his time. Slowly, he rubbed the broad, swollen tip along her slit, spreading the creamy cum extra thick over her twitching, dark asshole, and then pressed against it relentlessly once more. The tight hole resisted at first, clenching shut—but Jerome kept pushing. Millimeter by millimeter, the thick head stretched the tight ring until it finally opened wide and greedily sucked the massive shaft inside.

Sara let out a deep, guttural scream. Her asshole burned and stretched brutally around the fat black shaft. You could see every detail: how the tight ring stretched snow-white, how it devoured the thick shaft inch by inch, how her insides visibly squeezed around it.

When Jerome’s hips finally slapped against her ass cheeks and his heavy balls struck her dripping cunt, he paused briefly. Then he began to thrust—slowly, but with full, brutal depth. Each withdrawal left her asshole gaping open for a moment, pink and glistening, before he rammed the massive cock back into her gut as far as it would go. You could see the inner walls being pulled along, how her entire ass bulged slightly inward with every thrust and then spilled back out.

The screens showed everything in merciless close-up: how her asshole stretched wide open and closed tightly around the slick black shaft again, how with every withdrawal the pink insides were slightly turned inside out, how her cunt twitched uncontrollably and squeezed out thick strands of cum. Sara’s heavy tits swung wildly back and forth, her nipples rock-hard, her body jerking forward with every impact.

Lisa knelt right next to Sara’s sweat-drenched face, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and whispered dirty words directly into her ear while Jerome hammered deeper and harder into her ass:

“Just like that, you horny slut… you’re fucking your little sister’s fiancé right now. Take him deep into your tight asshole—right where she’d never let him in. You’re the better one. The real Queen of Spades. The one who gives him what your sister could never.”

Sara could only moan loudly and uninhibitedly, her eyes rolled back, her mouth wide open. Her asshole was rhythmically torn open and closed again, its sensitive walls massaged and stretched until she was nothing but a slippery, cum-covered fuckhole.

Jerome got faster, harder, more animalistic. The wet, loud slapping of flesh against flesh echoed through the cage. Sara’s ass jiggled with every brutal impact, her cunt squirting out little drops of pussy juice.

Then he felt it coming.

He rammed himself one last time all the way into her ass, pressed his hips tightly against her cheeks, and roared. His thick cock twitched violently—and then he exploded.

The first, massive surge shot deep into her gut, hot and thick. Thrust after thrust, he pumped his hot, viscous cum directly into her ass, filling her insides to bursting with his jizz. There was so much that her asshole tightened around his twitching shaft and not a drop came out—it all stayed deep inside, pooling up inside her, making her belly slightly round and full.

Only after he’d delivered the last, powerful spurt did he slowly pull out. Sara’s asshole remained wide open for a moment, pink and glistening, before a thick, white stream of his cum poured out of her—slowly, thickly, and endlessly, running in long, creamy strands over her dripping pussy and her thighs.

Sara trembled all over, moaning softly and lustfully as her ass continued to spew cum.

As the crowd slowly left the club, Lisa, Mia, and Jan began cleanup mode. Jan was already counting the money in the small backstage cash box.

“Tonight, €50 admission from 214 people… plus the extra shows and Svenja’s private blowjobs… makes a total of €14,800 today. Not bad.”

Lisa stood naked next to him, with only a towel draped over her shoulders, and grinned contentedly.

“And we slipped the four girls out unnoticed after my little performance. Now they think we’re all victims and Svenja’s the big bad one. Perfect.” Mia nodded and wiped her hands.

“The four of them are already gone. Verena was still crying and apologizing. The others were just in shock. None of them realized what really happened to Svenja and Sara.”

In the end, they were still naked, their skin covered in red handprints and the fading but still visible tattoos.

Lisa laughed softly. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.”

Then came the final, exclusive part of the evening.

For €100 per person, three men and one woman had bought the right to wash Svenja and Sara personally—using the real, strong solvent that was supposed to remove all traces completely.

The four paying guests were led into the shower, where Svenja and Sara were still kneeling on the floor, their bodies glistening with sweat, cum, and lotion. “You may wash them,” Mia said calmly. “But no fucking. Just use your tits to pump out the cum and rub it in. You may use the remaining lotion on Svenja.”

Sara was not to be fucked. Her pussy belonged exclusively to Jerome.

The three men and the woman undressed and began with calm, almost professional thoroughness.

They generously applied the strong solvent to the bodies of the two sisters. With soft sponges and hands, they carefully rubbed it into every spot—the tits, the bellies, the thighs, the pussies, and even the assholes. The solution smelled slightly chemical, but it was effective.

Svenja’s and Sara’s tattoos began to slowly dissolve. The black letters turned milky, then faded, leaving no visible trace behind. Only Sara’s tattoo remained forever.

The four paying guests proceeded very thoroughly.

One of the men rubbed Svenja’s tits for a particularly long time, kneading them as he did so and letting the lotion soak deep into her skin. A woman focused on Sara’s ass, spreading her cheeks and cleaning her asshole and pussy especially carefully so that no traces remained there either.

After ten minutes, both sisters were almost flawless again.

Only very faint, pinkish shadows remained as a reminder of the tattoos—so subtle that they wouldn’t be visible in normal light at the wedding.

Lisa watched from the sidelines and nodded with satisfaction.

“Perfect. No traces. Their friends will think that Sara and Svenja just had a slightly wild evening, but never anything truly humiliating.”

Later that evening, when it was all over, Lisa sent a few more fake messages.

From Sara to Svenja (fake):

“Oh my God, what a night… Best little sister in the world ❤”

“Your boyfriend really got into the action… poor guy ”

“I think your friends were really embarrassed… they were pretty quiet at the end”

From Lisa to Sara (faked):

“You were awesome today! While the whole world watched your sister suck dicks, you were snacking on her boyfriend again.” [Video of Svenja in front of the glory hole]

“Tell me… did you really let him in the back? Sara, you’re so cool ”

“Here are the links with everything”

Neither Svenja nor Sara could remember most of the details later. The messages from “Lisa” just made everything even more confusing and real.

Only Sara had an uncomfortable tugging sensation next to her asshole the next morning. When she turned around in front of the mirror, she discovered a small, black spot right next to her rosebud.

“Shit… hopefully not skin cancer,” she muttered, startled.

The next day, she went to see a young dermatologist at the clinic. He examined the spot very thoroughly.