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Beverley - Submissive Slut
(Kelly Addams)

It was crazy how it all started with Beverley, was it fluke, accident or fate? Who can really say. But there is one thing that I can say for sure, and this goes for both of us... we couldn't be happier.

I think that introductions are probably in order, I'm Trevor, I'm twenty six, not bad looking, or so I've been told, pretty tall at six foot two inches, not particularly well built, I'm the kind of guy that they call wiry, sort of a mix, not fat but not skinny either, not even very athletic looking, just an average and very unremarkable body... or so it would seem at first glance. I do have one asset, usually well hidden, but when it is revealed... well let me put it this way, for a skinny white guy I put most African men to shame. Oh yeah, I don't need to brag, I really am that big! Chicks dribble when they see it unveiled, and they dribble from both sets of lips!

I have never measured it, that's the sort of thing insecure guys do, they read about average length and girth and race for a tape measure desperately praying they would beat the figure, I've never had to worry about that kind of insecurity. But as with every blessing there comes a downside, because you see, even though most of the girls I meet can't wait to get their hands on my mighty weapon, when it comes to the practicality of fucking, generally neither their mouth or pussy can cope. So a blessing can be a curse, relegated to a life of hand jobs or the stretched and saggy holes of experienced whores, you could say I was definitely unfulfilled... well I was until I discovered Beverley was willing, and capable of handling me. We are a perfect fit, and she seems to have an elastic pussy, because it doesn't seem to matter how many times I stretch it wide, it always snaps back to wonderfully tight!

So I found my perfect woman, she's fucking hot too, killer body, great tits, pretty with red hair and the slightest smattering of freckles... and submissive, so damned submissive, she doesn't understand the word No, well, she's never said it as far as I know!

So I should be happy with her, maybe think about settling down, getting married, couple of kids and all that cosy shit... yeah, I guess that would be nice, but things are a little more complicated than that. I mean, seriously, how many guys would marry a hooker, because that's what she is, she sells that tight elastic hole, and it earns her good money... should I say it earns us good money. Yeah, you guessed, I'm her pimp, I sell her ass, her mouth, hell, I sell all her holes. But even a pimp can sometimes settle down with one of his girls I hear you say... and this is true. But didn't I say my situation was complicated!

Bev is a dream, she's pretty, an amazing fuck, submissive and hardcore kinky... she's even great to talk to, she's no bimbo, she has a quick brain. I wish I could marry her, we are perfect together, but there is still one thing that holds me back... and it's no small thing.

Because you see... Beverley is my step-sister