The sister in law gives great scissors

Title: “The Sister-in-Law’s Secret Skill”

Sarah had been married to my brother Tom for five years now, but I had never really considered her much more than a good-hearted housewife. Sure, she was stunningly beautiful, with long chestnut hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that never failed to turn heads, but she was always so prim and proper, the epitome of grace and decorum. That is, until that fateful day when I caught a glimpse of her true nature.

It was a sweltering summer afternoon, and I had stopped by their house to borrow a power tool for a minor home repair project. As I knocked on the door, I couldn’t help but admire the way Sarah’s sundress hugged her curves, revealing just a hint of her ample cleavage. She greeted me with a warm smile, inviting me inside to escape the oppressive heat.

As we sat in the living room, chatting about mundane life updates, Sarah suddenly excused herself to fetch something from her bedroom upstairs. I noticed a glint of metal on the coffee table – a pair of hair scissors, gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the bay window.

Intrigued, I reached out to examine them, only to hear a click behind me. I turned to see Sarah standing in the doorway, a wicked grin on her face. In one fluid motion, she whipped off her sundress to reveal a skintight, black latex catsuit that hugged her every curve like a second skin. She had shed her docile housewife persona completely, now a sheer dominatrix, oozing sex appeal and dominance.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, strutting towards me with the cat-like grace and confidence that belied her appearance. “What do we have here?” She snatched the scissors from my hand, trails of electricity tingling where her fingers grazed mine.

Before I could utter a word, she had closed the distance between us, pinning me against the back of the couch. Her fingers danced along my chest, trailing down my body and lingering at my belt buckle. “I think it’s time for a little trim,” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

With sudden roughness, she shoved me to the floor and straddled my face. Her latex-clad thighs clenched around my head as she ground her crotch against my face, suffocating me in the intoxicating warmth of her arousal. “Taste me,” she commanded, reaching down to grab a fistful of my hair and pulling my face harder against her.

My tongue tentatively circled her most intimate region through the latex catsuit, detecting her womanly musk even through the barrier. Sarah let out a low, seductive moan, grinding against me more forcefully. Desperate for air and aching with arousal, I lapped at her hungrily, eagerly, like a manstarving for food.

She finally released my hair, presenting her chest for my oral worship instead. Each pert nipple was pierced with a delicate, gold ring that I circled with my tongue, earning me another breathy moan. Emboldened, I reached out to grope her ass, claws sinking into the supple, rubber-coated flesh.

Sarah immediately swatted my hands away, producing a polished black strapon from behind her back. “Hands and knees, bitch,” she ordered, prodding my ass with the rigid latex shaft.

Barely containing a whimper of excitement, I dutifully positioned myself, presenting my most intimate areas to her. Cool latex stroked my slit as she used the strapon to tease my entrance without penetrating me. I began to rock my hips back against her, but she delivered a sharp slap to my rear.

“Did I say you could move? Now be a good whore and hold still,” she scolded, punctuating her words with another swift smack.

Two fingers suddenly probed at my puckered rosebud, easily slipping inside the spit-wet hole. She used the liberal lubrication to stroke my insides, brushing against my G-spot with devastating precision. I couldn’t stifle the loud moan that tore from my throat, broadcasting my rapture to the entire neighborhood.

Desperate for more, I surreptitiously reached down and began to circle my throbbing clit, aching for release. Sarah delivered another stinging slap to my ass – this time with the scissors clenched in her fist. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?” Again, each word earned a precise spank that snapped against my upturned rear, leaving red handprints across my skin.

To my absolute shock, she began to straighten out the scissors with one hand while continuing to penetrate my ass with the other. Each precise snip along my hairline sent tingles of fear and anticipation through my body. She had taken complete control of my pleasure and well-being, and the thought both terrified and thrilled me.

With a fluid motion, she removed the scissors from my hair and positioned the strapon at my entrance. I braced myself, anticipating the searing penetration, but it never came. Instead, I felt the cool latex against my head, smearing spit through my hair like shampoo.

“You look positively delicious devirginized,” Sarah cooed, checking her handiwork in the mirror. She grabbed a fistful of my freshly cropped locks and tugged my head back with surprising strength, forcing my back to arch against her. Her other hand snaked around my hips, delivering those razor-sharp slaps to my throbbing clit for a change.

I came screaming like a banshee, my entire body convulsing with earth-shattering ecstasy. The release was so powerful it left me prostate and gasping, while Sarah stood over me with an air of smug satisfaction. She reached down to collect my sopping wet juices, lifting her glistening fingers to her mouth.

“Delicious,” she pronounced with a slutty grin. Just like that, she released her death grip on my hair and gathered up her catsuit where she had tossed it by the door.

“Thanks for playing along,” she purred, stepping into the skintight garment with feline grace. “Don’t worry – your secret is safe with me.” She gave me one last wink before sauntering out the door, leaving me a panting, frazzled mess with a freshly trimmed crop atop my head.

I know I should be appalled, scandalized, but the truth is – I’m already looking forward to the next time Sarah needs to borrow something from me. I’ve seen a glimpse of the wild, untamed tigress lurking beneath her prim and proper exterior, and I can’t wait to see what other secrets she’s hiding. Even if it means completely submitting to her twisted desires in the process.