Controlled Descent: Book Two

Tori Hamlin

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The Family Sex Doll

No sooner had Tina's father rushed out the door than she bolted to Kevin's bedroom. Bursting through the door with her slick, oiled tits bouncing, she shocked Kevin upright on his bed.

"Jesus!" he cried. "You could knock."

Tina jiggled her tits and asked, "Why? Were you jerking off?"

"Thought about it," Kevin replied, staring at her jugs.

"You'll be glad you didn't."

The sight of her in a pair of panties with greased-up knockers had Kevin nodding in agreement. "I already am."

Tina lay on the bed next to her brother.

"Pull it out," she said, her chest heaving with excitement. "Pull it out and push your cock between my tits."

Kevin wiggled out of his shorts and tossed off his shirt, saying, "Dad?"

"He was in a very sudden hurry," Tina said, mashing her melons together provocatively as her brother straddled her chest.

"Jesus, I can't get over how perfect they are," he said, tugging one of her nipples.

Tina moaned, looking up at him as he held his hard dick in one hand.

"Kevin, get your phone," she said.

"Really?"

"Do it. I want to see what it looks like. I want to watch your cock slide between them."

Kevin leaned over and picked up his phone, switching on the camera and pointing it down at his sister. Tina squeezed her tits together.

"They're all slick from the ointment," she said.

Kevin pushed his dick between her mounds, groaning as they swallowed the whole of his shaft. The slick goo coated his cock as he slowly stroked his meat back and forth between them.

"My God," he whispered. "It's amazing."

Tina's flush deepened as she groped her tits and squeezed them around her brother's prick. "I can't stop looking at them," she whispered. "I can't even believe it's me. I look like one of those silicone sex dolls guys buy to jerk off into."

Kevin's dick jerked between her tits. "Fuck," he whispered.

"Was that too dirty?" she asked with a grin. "I kind of feel like one, too. My brother's big-titty sex doll."

Kevin's phone shook in his hand as he bit his lip.

"Ever since I woke up with these babies, I can't stop thinking about it," Tina said to the camera. "Guys fucking my tits, playing with them, sucking on them, coating them with loads of cum."

"Fuck," Kevin whispered again.

"They don't fuck me," she went on. "Just my tits and my mouth. I imagine lines of guys pushing my mouth down their cocks until they blow big loads all over my tits."

"Jesus!"

"Kevin, it feels so good! Keep stroking your cock with them. It's gonna make me cum!"

Kevin increased the pace of his strokes, the warm, slick flesh of his sister's big tits creating a pleasant friction. Coupled with the sight of her massive jugs squeezing his erection and the filthith  pouring from her mouth, he didn't think this first nut was going to take long.

"Dad got a hard-on from it," she said. "I came from him squeezing my tits and his dick got so hard."

"Oh, fuck," Kevin muttered.

"Kevin, I think I'm becoming a slut. It's all I can think about. I want everyone to look at my tits, play with them, fuck them, and cum on them."

Kevin groaned and his dick lurched.

"I want Dad to fuck my tits. I want you and Dad to take turns fucking my tits and cumming on them. I want to suck your cocks and let you both cum on my tits."

"Oh, my God!" Kevin said and stroked his dick between them faster.

"You could invite your friends over to play with your sister's big tits. You'd be so popular! They could all line up to get sucked off and blow their loads on my huge tits!"

"Fuck," Kevin cried as he stroked his cock into her valley.

Tina flinched in surprise as the head of his dick popped out of her tits and a shot of cock cream plastered her face.

"Oh!" she cried and another hot spray landed across her lips and mouth as she came, bucking under her brother.

"Fuck! Oh, God!"

Kevin held a death grip on the phone, capturing each shot of cum across his sister's face, the squirts across her neck, and the final blast across her tits. He recorded her orgasmic expression, her face coated in his jizz and ropes of it dangling from her lips. He slid forward, pushing the throbbing head of his dick between Tina's lips, where she suckled on it and moaned.

Her eyes opened, looking up at the camera, her mouth stuffed with his hard-on. Kevin had never seen a more erotic sight. The angle, awkward as it was, was incredibly sexy. He could only manage to get the head of his dick into her mouth, but it was enough to provide an intense post-nut sensation that was almost painful.

The excellent orgasm on his sister's face hadn't reduced his hard-on. He quickly slid it from her mouth and scrambled between her legs, pushing them apart and sliding his sensitive prick into Tina's warm depths.

"Oh, fuck! Kevin! Oh, fuck! Push it in!"

He held her legs apart and jammed his length into her. His sister's pussy was practically creaming already, clenching around his cock as he grunted and thrust. Tina's body convulsed again within only a few strokes, and she mashed her tits together as a second wave of pleasure wracked her body.

"Ah, fuck! Fuck me!" she cried.

With no one to hear her, Kevin had no need to silence her cries. Instead, he drove his cock into her as if she were his sex doll. Long strokes into her quivering cunt and her impassioned cries created a sexy cocktail that had his prick harder than he could remember.

"Oh, Kevin! Fuck your slut! Fuck your slut!" Tina cried, gripping her legs and holding them open for him to plow her deeper.

His little sister's pussy was the wettest he'd ever felt. It seemed impossible that a girl's pussy could get this excited and hot for him. With the edge off and his nut out of the way, he felt like a God as he stroked his meat into her.

Soon, sweat beaded on his skin. Tina's huge tits heaved and wobbled hypnotically with each thrust. Kevin couldn't take his eyes off them. And over those perfect, bouncing mounds, his sister's face looked back at him worshipfully, coated in his drying semen. Her mouth hung open in bliss as his cock pleasured her, her eyes wide with disbelief that anything could feel this good.

It was a feeling he shared. No pussy felt this good. It was like Tina's insides pulsed and sucked at his cock, as if her entire purpose was to pleasure his dick.

"Oh, fuck! Again!" Tina cried and her back arched. Her head tossed and she gripped her tits in her hands as she humped her cunt against him.

Biology was against Kevin, though. His dick called a timeout and as Tina humped against him, it slid out of her inviting cunt and slapped wetly against it. Her slick mound ground against his softening prick as she mewled needily for more.

Slowly, Tina stopped grinding her cunt against him and lay staring up at the ceiling. Kevin toppled to his side, breathing deeply and wiping sweat from his face. Minutes passed as the siblings listened to each other breathe.

"Holy shit," Tina finally whispered.

"Holy shit," Kevin agreed.

Tina rolled onto her side and put a sweaty hand on his equally sweaty chest. "How long do you need to go again? Kevin, that was the hottest fucking thing ever."

Kevin looked down at his prick and willed it to stand to attention. It ignored him.

"I don't really have a say," he said. "But I don't think it will be long."

Tina fished his phone from behind her back. "I think you dropped it."

"Damn. I guess that last part's gonna be audio-only."

"Guess you need a tripod because I'm going to want to do that a lot," Tina said, running her finger down his chest.

She moved in to kiss him, stopped, and laughed.

"Oops," she said and wiped her hand across her mouth. "Guess I should wash that off first, huh?"

"I'd prefer it," Kevin said.

"Maybe we could wash it together?"

"It's an idea," Kevin agreed.

As it turns out, a hot shower with one's nude and slutty sister drastically improves the rate of hard-on recovery.

***

Kevin rigged a multi-angle experience, propping his phone on his desk and Tina's on the nightstand. This provided excellent coverage for the first time his sister rode his cock. It was hard to decide which view he preferred; Tina's huge tits bouncing above him, or they're jiggling as he thrust into her. In the end, as he filled his sister's pussy for the second time, he decided they were equally hot.

Kevin helped Tina with her next check-in after a much-needed lunch and a nap. Today's instructions were related to the sensitivity of Tina's implants.

"Providing only stimulation to the breasts, determine how many orgasms the patient can reach in thirty minutes."

Within the space of half an hour, Tina came six times. Kevin used different methods. Her first orgasm came purely from having her tits groped and squeezed. As Kevin did this, Tina whispered her affirmations, with the camera recording for her patient portal, and watching her brother squeeze her tits in the mirror.

The second time, Kevin concentrated his efforts on her nipples, pinching and pulling on them until Tina came again. She was like an orgasm machine, moaning and jerking. How one person could manage to cum so much and still want more, Kevin didn't understand.

Her third cum came from her brother licking her nipples. The fourth and fifth came back to back, with Kevin rubbing her jugs with moisturizing cream. Finally, Kevin put Tina on her knees and had her masturbate his cock with her tits until she orgasmed a final time.

Of course, it seemed a waste of good lube to simply wash it off and call off a good jerk-off session. Therefore, Kevin put Tina on her back and fucked her cream-covered tits once more, cumming on them as she quietly encouraged him.

"Cum on my tits. Coat your sister's big tits. Fuck my tits and cover them, Kevin. Stroke your cock with your little sister's big tits. I need more cum on my tits. Cover your sex doll's huge tits…"

Kevin's satisfied cock finally refused to participate after this latest coating of his sister's jugs. It did not, however, mean that Kevin was ready to stop playing with his sex doll sister's tits. While they lay together on the couch, he idly squeezed and fondled Tina's immense melons until late afternoon.

Brian had a hard day. His guilty hard-on persisted throughout the morning, fueled by the memory of his daughter's big, soft, pliable melons under his hands. It wasn't right. A dutiful and loving father, who had been nothing but supportive, shouldn't be placed in this position.

He had a wife, who he loved, and his wife had an excellent set of tits, which Brian also loved. A man with those things should not be constantly presented with a second set of incredible breasts, invited to play with them, and encouraged to look and feel them. This was especially true when those gorgeous breasts were attached to one's daughter.

Thus, Brian walked into his home feeling as if he were the only sane person left. That touchy-feely liberal doctor with her quirky ideas was to blame. His own wife's indifference toward having her husband and son engage in this madness was bothersome. He'd expressed those feelings the prior evening in bed with Laura.

"It just isn't right," he'd said. "Groping our daughter's boobs isn't acceptance."

Laura, as she undressed and presented him with her magnificent melons, disagreed. "That's just your old-school attitude talking. Doctor Donna's an educated woman. She does this every day. Do you want Tina to develop some kind of a complex just because you get uncomfortable about a pair of boobs?"

"What about my complex?" Brian argued.

Laura crawled over him and pressed her tits into his hands.

"What's this?" she asked as she ground her cunt against his hard-on. "Getting excited over the thought of two big pairs of boobies bouncing around this place?"

Brian sighed and said, "You know I'm not. It's you sticking my hands on your tits."

"Brian, man up. Tina's excited about her new boobs. She wants to show them off a little bit and have some fun with them. My advice is to go with it. No one thinks you're molesting her. Not me. Not her. Not the doctor. You're basically getting a free pass to play with some big titties."

"But—"

"Besides, if this is what happens when you think about Tina's huge tits," and she slid her cunt along his hard-on again, "then I'm not complaining."

Brian's cock jerked, trapped by the slick wet lips of his wife's pussy.

"It's not because of Tina's tits—breasts," Brian whined.

Laura slid off his lap and lay on her back, squishing her melons together invitingly.

"No? Why don't you push that pole between these ones, Daddy."

"Don't do that," Brian grumbled.

"But you like it," Laura said with a smirk.

"Well, not tonight I don't."

"Bullshit. Come up here and fuck my tits, Daddy."

Brian sighed, reached into the nightstand and withdrew a bottle of lube. He straddled his wife's chest and stroked a handful of the stuff into his hard shaft.

"That's it," Laura said. "Just push that dick between my tits."

Brian smeared his lubed-covered hands between his wife's breasts. She pushed them back together and pouted. He slid his prick between them, groaning with pleasure as her slick jugs stimulated his length.

"I know they aren't as big as Tina's," Laura said, "but you still like fucking my tits, don't you, Daddy?"

"Yeah," Brian mumbled.

"Tell me," Laura said. "Tell me you love fucking my tits."

Brian groped his wife's tits and said, "I love fucking your tits."

"And I love your big cock between them, Daddy. Use my tits to get yourself off. You know what I want."

Brian pumped his prick between her jugs and said, "Yeah."

"Cum on my tits," Laura whispered. "Cum all over my tits, Daddy."

It wasn't fair. Everywhere he turned, Brian was confronted with big tits, and Laura's dirty talk only made things worse. It took him only minutes to spatter her melons in spunk.

Life continued to play hardball with Brian from the moment he walked into the house after work that next day. While Laura was not yet home, Keven and Tina were. He found them together in the living room, watching TV.

Even knowing that Kevin was going to be helping his sister smear the ointment into her breasts, Brian was not prepared for it. He'd done it himself that morning, and he was still not prepared for it.

His reaction was an understandable one, a reaction borne out of his years raising children. When confronted with the sight of one's son, groping and squeezing one's daughter's tits, one was supposed to react with shock and disapproval. This is what Brian did. Initially.

"Kevin!" he shouted as he entered the living room.

Kevin peered out from behind his sister. Tina sat on her brother's lap, wearing nothing but a pair of small white panties. Her legs were spread to either side of her brother's, and Kevin's hands were on her shiny, slick tits.

"Hey, Dad," Kevin said.

It was such a nonchalant response. It was one which indicated that Kevin saw nothing abnormal about squeezing and groping his sister's giant jugs. It was, however, Brian who blushed out of further guilt.

"Hi, Dad," Tina said, but her tone was one of breathless excitement.

Brian knew why. Tina was on the verge of having an orgasm thanks to her brother's helpful ministrations. She had likely already had more than one, judging by the deep crimson flush of her skin.

"I—You're… doing a nice job," Brian said. "Um, how long have you been… helping your sister?"

Kevin continued to maul and squeeze Tina's tits as he shrugged and answered, "I don't know. A while."

"Oh, God," Tina squeaked suddenly. "Oh, Kevin! Don't stop! It's… again!"

And as Brian watched, his guilty hard-on at full mast, Tina ground her cunt against her brother's crotch and experienced an explosive orgasm. All Brian could do was stand by and watch it happen, observing the ecstacy on his daughter's face as his son tugged on her hard nipples. Life was not fair. A dutiful and loving father should not be presented with such a display of intense and taboo eroticism.

Tina squirmed and writhed on Kevin's lap for nearly a minute as her brother manhandled her jugs. At last, her gyrations slowed, stopped, and she took a deep breath.

"Good?" Kevin asked.

"Uh huh," she mumbled as she staggered to her feet. "Oh, man. How many was that? Like five?"

"Five?" Brian squeaked.

"Six," Kevin corrected.

"Six?" Brian asked, choking on his tongue.

His children finally remembered he was standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hey, Dad," Kevin said again.

"Hi, Dad," Tina echoed. "Good day at work?"

"Hard," Brian said. "Tough! It was tough. A tough day."

Tina sauntered over and made it a harder day by hugging her father and pressing her gooey melons into his chest.

"Uh," Brian said.

Tina pulled back and said, "Oh, shit! I'm sorry. Your shirt! Oh, shit!"

On Brian's white, button-down shirt, there was now a large greasy stain in the shape of Tina's tits.

"Oh, my gosh," she said. "I didn't think."

She began unbuttoning the shirt as Brian stood paralyzed, his dick tenting his trousers.

"Let me go put it in the wash," Tina said and undid two more buttons.

Brian finally gained his wits and grasped her wrists.

"It's okay," he said. "I… I got it."

"Dad, I'm so sorry," Tina whined.

"It's just a shirt," he said to her tits. "Speaking of which, maybe you should put one on?"

Tina looked hurt. Brian corrected, "I mean, if you want to. Of course, you don't have to. We're all happy to… look at your breasts."

"Aw! Thanks, Dad!" Tina cooed and hugged him again. "You can feel them, too. If you want. I don't mind. It feels really good. I want you guys to enjoy them."

Brian quickly extricated himself and said, "I'm going to go put this in the wash."

It wasn't fair. A loving and dutiful father should not be presented with an invitation to feel and enjoy such a wonderful pair of big tits. Especially when it was his daughter's tits. It was simply unfair.

The Keys

Shifts at Petsy's normally overlapped by an hour, which meant Charlotte always had at least a little time with her coworkers when she worked evening shifts. Today, the shop was packed when she came in. Petsy was on the floor assisting customers, while Katie handled the register. Megan worked the crowd with her phone, snapping photos, taking video, and accepting donations.

Charlotte hurried to open up a second register, earning her a greatful glance from Katie. The bottleneck was not necessarily the volume of customers. Both she and Katie were adept at ringing transactions quickly. What had changed was the customers themselves, specifically their need to chat.

Charlotte was used to customers chatting her up, flirting a bit, and it was something she encouraged. That was how she upsold and made staff tips. However, now that the staff were wearing suggestive tops with sexy names, and had cute collars on their necks, customers were much more chatty and flirty.

The donation jars on the counter were stuffed full of cash. Katie and Megan's were nearly overflowing. Now that Harlotte was also in the mix, her own jar was filling quickly.

Customers requested selfies, which the girls all posed for, resulting in more stuffed jars. The jars, however, were not the only things being stuffed. Customers took liberties, tucking bills into the girls' tops as if they were strippers. As this happened, they were frequently groped, patted on the ass, or the subjects of "accidental" touches.

Charlotte, her cunt already in a state of desperation, only became more aroused by all the nonconsensual touching. It was maddening, filling her thoughts with fantasies of the customers overpowering her, forcing her to the ground, and slamming their needy cocks into her. There were so many.

All it would take was one horny man to start it off, taking advantage of her short skirt to bend her over the counter, slide her panties aside, and rape her. Once they saw what an easy target she was, it would start a chain reaction. Soon, there would be a line of them. They'd help each other, pinning her arms to the counter to hold her in place as each of them took a turn relieving their pricks with her slick young holes.

Of course, the customers did not go so far as to outright rape the girls. Instead, they satisfied themselves with taking home selfies to beat off to as they remembered how nice it had been to squeeze her tits or her ass. Despite the crowd, with Charlotte's help, they managed to clear the rush out a few minutes before the end of the day shift.

When the lull finally hit, Katie sat heavily on a stool behind the counter and put her head down.

"Jesus," she grumbled. "Thank God Tina comes back tomorrow."

Megan hopped on her own stool and began downloading videos and photos. Petsy rounded the counter, patted Katie on the bottom, then did the same to Charlotte. Only his hand didn't leave.

"Is good business," he said cheerily as he squeezed Charlotte's ass.

Charlotte did not pull away. Katie looked up and frowned at Petsy.

"Petsy," she said.

The old man looked down at his hand as if he were unaware of what it was doing. He quickly withdrew it.

"Forgive, dear," he said.

Charlotte shrugged and said, "Don't forget to tip."

"Charlotte!" Katie snapped.

"What? Don't get your panties twisted. You just got felt up by like twenty dudes. Why shouldn'tr Petsy get a little handful?"

Megan giggled, earning a glare from Katie. Petsy laughed and pushed a bill down Charlotte's top. Katie frowned again. Charlotte flashed her a grin and stuck out her tongue.

"Don't get on a high horse," she said. "You use those assets to milk dudes for money all day."

Megan squealed, drawing everyone's attention.

"What?" Katie asked.

"Another one!" Megan cried. "Another sponsorship offer?"

"Sponsorship?" Charlotte asked. "Another one?"

Katie and Petsy gathered around the computer as Katie explained, "The shop got a sponsorship offer from some company. They're delivering a… thing tomorrow."

"Thing?" Charlotte asked.

"A Bronco!" Megan said excitedly. "It looks really fun."

"Bronco? Like the thing you ride to get you off?" Charlotte asked.

"You know what a Bronco is?" Katie asked.

"They have one at my sister's club. I've seen it in action. The strippers love it."

"We're not strippers," Katie grumbled. "What is it this time? Dildos?"

"Boundless Beauty," Megan said. "Looks like some kind of costumes or something. Oh! It's even got my name on it!"

They crowded around to look at the screen. The sponsor's website advertised "the biggest name in kink and BDSM."

"Megan, that's not your name," Katie said.

"Well, my pet name," Megan said, pointing to her shirt.

Katie shook her head.

"How much?" Petsy asked.

"$25,000 for ten promotional videos," Megan explained. "and they want to send you a pallet of free product to stock in the shop. You keep 15% of all sales."

"Is good," Petsy said. "You tell them we do it."

"Just a minute," Katie protested. "Bondage gear? You want us to make videos and sell bondage gear?"

"Sounds fun," Charlotte said.

"Well, if you're so excited, you can get tied up."

Charlotte nearly rubbed her cunt at the idea.

"I don't get it," Megan said. "What's bondage gear?"

"When people tie each other up for sex," Charlotte said.

"Oh!" Megan gasped and peered more intently at the site's content. "Oh! Wow. I didn't know people could bend that way."

"Megan, you're not getting tied up either," Katie said.

"Oh, look, Katie!" Megan said, oblivious, "They have chastity belts!"

Katie blushed deeply as Petsy and Charlotte looked at her quizzically.

"Chastity belts?" Charlotte asked.

"Oh. I… I mean, they look weird," Megan stammered. "Not like a real belt at all. Like, how do you hold up your pants with that?"

"Chastity belts?" Charlotte asked again, narrowing her eyes.

"Megan, we should go," Katie said, refusing to meet Charlotte's eyes.

"You accept offer," Petsy said, rubbing his hands. "We sell bondage things. Shop keep 15%."

Megan quickly typed out a reply. She shut the laptop and hopped off her stool.

"Petsy," she said, "I know like I'm supposed to have Saturdays off but this is really fun. Can I come in Saturday with Katie?"

"Of course," Petsy agreed. "You are shop's little miracle. You come any day you like."

Megan leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Petsy put his hand on her ass, squeezed it, and Megan giggled. The old man pushed a bill down her top.

Katie frowned. As she passed by, Petsy also patted her ass, squeezed it, and Katie jumped. She whirled and Petsy stuffed a bill down into her cleavage.

She snapped her mouth shut and led Megan toward the door, flustered. Petsy disappeared into the back. Charlotte leaned over the counter and pulled up the online orders.

She was building a pick list and checking down the customer notes when Petsy returned. Bent over the counter as she was, her short skirt rode up, flashing the old man her thong. Petsy let out an audible groan.

Charlotte blinked. The old man was staring at her ass. Of course, that was not new. Petsy always looked. It was why he hired hot younger women. The old man liked to look, and more recently, liked to touch.

Charlotte wiggled her ass, staring at the computer, pretending not to have noticed. She was no longer reading the messages, though. She was imagining her boss tearing off her panties, pinning her against the counter, and jamming his prick into her.

It would be disgusting. It would be horrible to be held down and fucked by a pudgy old foreigner like Petsy. It would probably make her cum.

For over a minute, Charlotte wagged her ass at him as she looked at the screen. She was such an easy target. No one was around. He could do it.

Petsy, however, did not rape her. He did, however help himself to another squeeze of her ass and tuck a bill into the band of her panties. Charlotte left the bill in her panties, glanced over her shoulder, and said, "Thanks. Come back any time."

"You are okay with orders?" Petsy asked. "I see many messages."

Charlotte continued wagging her bottom back and forth enticingly, refusing to give up.

"Sure. Some of them are getting pretty sexy," she said. "How did Megan and Katie feel about those?"

Petsy stared at her ass, cleared his throat, and said, "Megan likes sexy messages. Katie," he shrugged, "she does what helps customers. Good girl."

"Good girl," Charlotte repeated.

"Good girl," Petsy said again. "I go now."

"Later, boss. I'm here if you need anything."

When Petsy left the shop, Charlotte let out a long sigh of frustration. Why was it so hard to get raped?

Throughout the evening, Charlotte had sporadic rushes of customers. It was not the norm. The upside was it kept her busy and distracted from fantasizing about rape. Between lulls, she worked on online orders and added customer requests, mostly for pictures of her tits or ass.

When she had a few minutes of downtime, she scrolled the shop's TikThot account. While all of Megan's videos had views in the millions, the breakout was definitely the Sis Kiss for Peace, which had been posted last evening. Charlotte spent a lot of time digesting that one.

As a girl with an incestuous relationship with her own sister, the video had a special appeal. What was going on with Katie, exactly? It wasn't like she was a shy girl. They'd worked together for over a year.

Katie was happy to use her cleavage or ass to get upsells and tips. In every other respect, though, she seemed like a bit of a prude. Here, however, was clear evidence that she was not prudish. A prude doesn't sensually make out with her sister for the whole internet to see. What then?

Were Katie and Megan really into each other? What was the little slip about a chastity belt? Was Katie's whole aversion to the growing kinky culture of the shop a facade or was there something else happening behind closed doors?

The questions rattled around in Charlotte's head all night, but they were more of a curiosity. Still, they provided good fodder for her fantasies. Imagining Katie being raped had a certain appeal that did not help quell the ache in her cunt.

As closing time approached, fantasies of Katie's rape gave way to those of her own. What would happen tonight? Woud the man be waiting in her car again? Would it be the van? So far, she'd been unable to anticipate anything he'd done. The guy was a step ahead every time.

Once she locked the doors and headed to her car, she was shaking with apprehension. The lot was empty. She reached the car and no van appeared.

When she unlocked the car and opened the door, the dome light came on. She looked in the back seat and found it empty. No, not entirely empty. Her heart skipped.

On the back seat was a manilla envelope, and scrawled across the front in black marker were two words. Rape Hole. Charlotte snatched the envelope and got in the car.

She glanced at the camera. No message came. She opened the envelope and dumped the contents on the passenger seat.

Three smaller envelopes tumbled out, along with a typed note.

"Pick three names from the list and deliver an envelope to each of them. Love and kisses. Your friendly neighborhood rapist."

She stared at the camera with the note in her hand. Still no message. Below the note were five typed names. She knew them.

Kyle Benson, an ex-boyfriend who she'd dumped two years ago. He was a real prick, but that hadn't been the issue. In general, she'd just come to find him disgusting. He reeked of chewing tobacco and couldn't be bothered to change his underwear more than twice a week.

Gary Lightbelt, the angry old geezer who lived at the end of her hallway. Also disgusting, with a beer belly and bald spot. He played shitty music too loudly and often passed out drunk in the hall with his pants down.

Arnolf Ramsey, the manager at the hole-in-the-wall restaurant she'd worked for before Petsy's. Yet another gross specimen of a man, with greasy black hair and a scraggly beard. He liked to salivate over the waitresses, which had bothered Charlotte at the time. That was before the first rape, though. In hindsight, it wasn't as much of a turnoff as the beard.

Jason Curtis, a former neighbor. That was when she'd lived at home, with her father. Jason was a lot like Lucas, a pushy Christian kid. He'd show up at the door a couple times a week to ask her to church or drop off a copy of his church's weekly bulletin.

The last name on the list, however, was perhaps the worst. Daniel May. It was her father. The very thought of the man made her stomach turn. As soon as she was legally of age, she'd moved in with Samantha to get away from him.

It was not because he molested her or beat her. It was because of his drunken rants, his verbal abuse, and Charlotte simply couldn't live with it anymore. He'd called her names like Udders, bimbo bunny, dimwit, skank, or just stupid. He took every opportunity to make sure she knew she'd never amount to anything, and end up a stripper, like her sister.

In some respects he was right. She hadn't amounted to much. Instead of a stripper, though, she'd ended up with a rape obsession. So much for proving the old man wrong.

Setting down the list, she picked up the envelopes. They had some weight. Two were sealed but the third was open. She hesitated to check the contents but then decided it was okay. If the man had not wanted her to know what was inside, he would have sealed them all.

She pulled out a small card and a key. The key was a copy of her apartment key, which the man still had. The card, when she read it, made her want to rub her cunt.

On the card was a photo of her sleeping, no panties, with her legs spread and cunt exposed. Below the photo were words.

"Dear sir, I'd like to invite you to use this key at any night of your choosing. I am a disgusting slut that only cums from rape. Please rape me."

"Oh, fuck," she whispered.

The reason for the open envelope became clear. The man was giving her an out. He was giving her a chance to stop playing the game. He was also testing her. How far would she go? How deep did her need to be used run? Would she willingly hand over the keys to three men she hated and invite them to rape her?

She put the key and the card back into the envelope. Then she sealed it. And she looked back over the names.

Bound by Blood

Katie had never relished the idea of family dinner. In recent days her attitude toward it had soured even more. It always meant some further humiliation and the knowledge that she and Megan were being fed drugs that made them horny and stupid.

Each evening meal was just another way for Joey to consolidate his hold, and to lead them into his next trap. Tonight was no different, though it was not Joey who put them on the path for tonight's latest manipulation. He simply took advantage of Megan's question and ran with it.

"Joey, what's bondage?" Megan asked.

Joey paused with a fork halfway to his mouth and asked, "Bondage?"

Megan poked at her plate and explained, "Charlotte said it's when people tie each other up for sex. Is that like… abnormal?"

"Not at all. It's very normal," Joey said. "Quite common. I suppose that's a good generalization, but it covers a lot more than that."

"Really? Like what?"

Katie interrupted, "It's not some—"

But Joey cut her off. "Well, let's take Katie's problem for instance. The belt is a form of bondage, but it's not for sex. It's for training."

Katie blushed. Training?

"Think of Katie like a disobedient pet," Joey said.

Megan giggled and said, "Katie's not a real pet. She just pretends to be one to help the homeless animals."

"Of course," Joey agreed. "The point is that when you have a pet who needs to be taught to avoid a certain behavior, you have to train them. You train a puppy to go outside. In Katie's case, the belt is to train her to seek out interpersonal care when she needs her release, instead of touching herself. It's an unhealthy behavior that she needs to break."

"I'm fine," Katie grumbled. "I'm not going to touch myself."

Joey shook his head sadly. "You say that but just last night, what happened?"

Katie looked at her plate, her face burning.

"I let you out of the belt and within a few minutes, you were touching yourself, weren't you?"

Katie nodded once.

Joey continued, "Now I don't want Katie to have to wear the belt. I know it's embarrassing and uncomfortable. Since I love Katie, and I want her to get better and have normal, healthy, sexual relationships, she needs to be trained. Bondage can be a way of doing that."

"Oh, well, we got an offer at the shop for a sponsorship from this place that sells all kinds of bondage stuff. So, I was just curious. There were lots of things on their website."

"It's good to be curious," Joey said. "It shows a healthy adult attitude toward learning about important sexual practices. In some cases, people use bondage to heighten a sexual experience and achieve a greater release. It's also a way to build trust."

"Trust?" Megan asked.

"Right. By putting yourself in a vulnerable position, where you give up the ability to move, for instance, you're showing trust in your partner. Trust is a vital part of any healthy sexual relationship. You should never place your body in the hands of someone you don't trust completely. It's why the things I've been teaching you are so important. You and Katie matter to me, and I want you to develop healthy and rewarding sexual relationships with someone you trust."

"I trust you, Joey," Megan said and beamed.

"I know you do, princess. I trust you, too. And I trust Katie. You should always be able to trust your family."

"So, like I get the trust part. Why does it make things feel better, though? I don't see how getting tied up would feel good."

Joey rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment and then looked at Katie. "The next time Katie needs help, I can show you."

"Oh! Katie, do you need help?" Megan asked excitedly.

Katie did need help. Her cunt was so wet and the little vibrator had been teasing it all day on the lowest setting. After ingesting the drugs, it had only gotten worse. By the look of Megan's flushed skin and sleepy eyes, it had gotten to her, too. Letting Joey demonstrate bondage to Megan, however, was not something she wanted to do.

"I think I'm okay," she said.

Megan's face fell in disappointment.

"Well, another time then," Joey said.

Katie suddenly shifted in her seat as the vibrator began to pulse, delivering quick, strong seconds of intense stimulation before stopping completely. All throughout the rest of dinner, it didn't stop. By the time Katie finished the dishes, her cunt was in a state of agitation that nearly had her in tears.

The sound of Megan and Joey's laughter drifted from the living room as they watched their stupid show. Katie tugged at the belt, even though she knew it wouldn't come off. She pressed her hand against the crotch, trying to somehow jam the vibrator into her pussy and cum, but the thing wouldn't move.

Despondent, she trudged into the living room. Joey had his arm around Megan and his hand rested on one of her tits. He idly brushed it with his fingertips. Through the thin fabric of Megan's top, Katie could see her sister's stiff, excited nipples. Megan's legs were spread and her hand rested near her panty-covered mound. Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch it.

Joey looked over at Katie and Megan's eyes followed.

"Joey," she said, "I… I need help. Please."

Her stomach roiled. She was so weak. She was useless as a protector. How was she ever going to keep Megan safe from him, when she caved in and asked him to humiliate and degrade her every time her pussy got wet? Was she really such a slut? Was Joey right? Were they all just a family of sex dolls, and she was just in denial?

"That's very big of you, Katie," Joey said. "I'm really proud."

The little swell of happiness at those words only made Katie feel worse. She didn't want Joey to be proud of her. She wanted Joey to be castrated and imprisoned. Her silly, stupid, wet cunt was happy, and Katie hated it. Why did she have such a stupid, wet, slutty cunt?

"Would you help me bring a few things down, princess?" Joey asked, removing his hand from Megan's breast.

Megan sprang from the couch and said, "Yeah! Don't worry, Katie. We're going to help! Oh, my God! It's gonna be so sexy, right, Joey?"

"I'm sure it will be," Joey agreed, "but remember why we're doing it. It's to help Katie. It's just a side-effect that helping Katie is a little sexy."

Megan followed their stepfather up the stairs. Katie, meanwhile, stood in the middle of the living room feeling awful. She looked through the doorway, to the front door.

She could leave. It would be humiliating but she could ask Petsy to remove the belt. He'd know how. She could do it. It would just be her in a tiny apartment, no longer worrying about Joey or his next cruel perversion.

Her shoulders slumped. She wouldn't do it. She was too weak. She pictured Megan, a collar on her neck, and Joey's fat cock ramming her pretty little pussy. He'd warp her mind so much that Megan would do anything for him.

He'd probably sell her to his gross friends, prostituting her tight young body for his perverted pleasure. Their mother would come home to nothing, fall back into drinking, and Joey would pervert her, too. She'd be the one licking Megan's slit, while Joey treated them both like animals.

No. She wouldn't leave. There had to be another way, and it had to happen soon. In only a few days, she either had to start fucking Joey or surrender Megan.

She was still lost in thought when the two of them returned. No solution had presented itself. Of course, when one had a very needy and aroused cunt, it was far more difficult to think about something other than one's needy and aroused cunt.

Joey carried a box filled with bundles of leather and metal. Of course, the pervert would have a ready supply of bondage gear. He'd probably used it on their mother. Her stomach lurched.

He set the box down on the couch and beckoned Katie over as he removed the key from around his neck. Katie almost thanked him when he unlocked it and let it slide down her legs.

"Now I'm going to teach you about trust," Joey said to Megan, as he pulled Katie's top off without so much as glancing at her.

She flinched, standing nude in front of her sister and stepfather.

"Katie is trusting us to help her achieve a release," Joey continued as he began removing things from the box. "To do that, we have to also start training Katie to stay focused on what's most important. What is that, princess?"

Megan cocked her head, her fingers twitching as she itched to touch her cunt, and she said, "I don't know."

"Where her pleasure comes from," Joey said. "Do you know where that is?"

Megan blushed and said, "Her puss?"

Joey smiled kindly, shook his head, and said, "That would make sense, but no. Her pleasure comes from us, the people that love her."

He placed a red rubber ball between Katie's teeth and slipped a strap over her head, "If Katie's only pleasure comes from her puss, it's a selfish pleasure. We're not selfish, are we?"

"No," Megan agreed. "If we were selfish, we wouldn't want to help at all."

"Right," Joey said. "Katie wasn't selfish last night when she helped us, was she?"

"No."

"In a healthy sexual relationship, people help each other and they care about one another's pleasure. They place it before their own. When you play with yourself, you're only concerned for your own pleasure, and that's wrong."

Joey knelt and lifted one of Katie's feet. He slipped a leather strap over it, then did the same with the other. Katie panicked. Was he putting the belt back on? It wasn't fair! She needed to cum.

"Joey," she mumbled around the gag.

"Easy, Katie," Joey said. "Trust. You see, princess? This will help Katie more than she realizes. She needs to learn trust."

"It's okay, Katie," Megan said.

"To help Katie focus on what's important, we use a technique called deprivation. That is, we deprive Katie of some external influences."

Joey loosely fastened the leather straps around her thighs. He took hold of her wrist and led her forward.

"Put that blanket down on the table, please, princess. We don't want Katie to be cold."

Katie's cunt urged her to touch it. Her hands were free and it needed to be touched. Then Joey put his hand on her back and lay her on the table.

"By placing Katie in a vulnerable position, we're validating her trust in us," Joey said and he slid another strap around her ankle. This, he secured to the leg of the coffee table. Another followed on her other ankle, spreading her open. He then followed it with straps on each of her wrists.

"The first thing we deprive Katie of is her sight," Joey said and slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

Katie's heart rate, already quick, shot up.

"Next, we start focusing her attention," he said, pulling out a white vibrating wand from the box.

Katie watched him push the wand through a hole in the straps around her thighs. He settled the head of it against her excited cunt and switched it on. The little toy buzzed gently against her pussy, making Katie groan around the gag.

"This is just like when you used the toy on Katie," Joey explained. "It will slowly build up her release, and when it finally comes, she'll be so grateful for our help."

Katie began to hump her cunt against the toy, trying to get more of the vibrations where it mattered. It was maddening. The pleasure was right there but she couldn't have it.

"Finally, we're going to deprive Katie of her hearing. Without her other senses, her body becomes reliant on the ones she has remaining. Smell and touch."

He placed something over Katie's ears and the only thing she could hear was the rush of her blood and the beat of her heart. The vibrations between her legs rattled in her skull. She even thought she could hear the squish of her cunt against it.

Time passed but Katie didn't know how long. She could only hear her frustrated groans and the incessant vibrations, so tortuous as they teased her pussy. She whined and humped the head of the vibrator, managing to bump her clit with it but it wouldn't stay there and make her cum.

What were Joey and Megan doing? Just sitting there, watching Golden Pipes as she writhed in desperation on the table? Was Joey doing things with Megan, touching her, kissing her, pleasuring her pussy? Why wouldn't he do it to her? He knew she needed to cum.

She jerked suddenly when a mouth closed around her nipple and a tongue flicked over it. Her needy whines increased and she tossed her head, mumbling around the gag. It was Megan. It had to be. The lips were small and soft, not Joey's cracked and rough ones.

Megan licked and sucked at her tits, alternating between them. Then Joey's rough hand squeezed one as Megan licked the other. Katie thrashed, humping the vibrator desperately. The stimulation to her breasts stopped and the vibrator's intensity increased. It was only enough to further exacerbate her condition without giving her relief.

More time passed and tears wet the blindfold. She had to cum. Joey had to let her cum. It wasn't fair. She banged her head against the table and moaned.

The gag ball came out of her mouth and Katie worked her sore jaw.

"Please," she begged. "Please! Need to… cum!"

The gag ball was replaced with a wet, excited cunt. Megan was straddling her face, pushing her slick folds against Katie's mouth. Her tongue darted out, tasting her sister's pussy. Help. She needed to help Megan. She couldn't be selfish or Joey wouldn't let her cum. That was the stupid lesson. Others' pleasure before hers.

She licked and sucked at Megan's cunt hurrying to get her sister off. If she did it, if she was helpful, Joey would let her cum. She could feel Megan's legs trembling as she neared her orgasm, and then her sister ground her cunt against Katie's face. A wash of sexy girl cum coated her lips as her sister came.

Katie moaned in desperation as she continued to lick until Megan dismounted her face. She licked her lips and breathed deeply.

"Please," she begged again. "Please!"

Joey's hand rested on her cheek. His hot cock touched her lips. Katie opened her mouth and let him push his fat knob between her lips. She suckled on the head, moaning with need.

He removed the things from her ears and sound assaulted her. Joey's quiet groans, Megan's heavy breathing from nearby, so close, right by her cheek.

"…so sexy," Megan whispered. "She looks so sexy, Joey."

"Thank you, Katie," Joey said. "You're such a good helper."

Katie moaned around his cockhead. Megan's hand groped one of her tits. Joey set his hand on the other. He continued feeding her only the head of his dick, gently pushing it into her mouth and letting her tongue massage it before he pulled it out.

When he did, he slid the thick shaft of it across her lips, letting the sensitive underside brush along her mouth as Katie groaned and tried to get it back inside. She needed to make him cum. It was the only way she'd get her own orgasm.

"Joey, can you push it back in? It looks really hot when it's stretching her lips," Megan whispered.

Katie groaned, humping the vibrator, as Joey slid his cock back across her lips and pushed it into her mouth.

"Oh, my God," Megan whispered. "Katie, it's so sexy."

Her stepfather held his cock in her mouth, letting Katie lick and suckle on the head before he pulled it back out and ran the length across her lips again. He was toying with her, building her desperation. What did he want?

He slid his prick back and forth along her lips, once, twice. Megan's breath was hot against her cheek. She was so close. Joey pulled his cock back, resting it on her cheek, and he gently turned her toward Megan. Her sister's lips pressed against hers and Katie moaned as Megan's tongue slipped into her mouth.

"That's good, princess," Joey said. "Show Katie you're thankful for her help."

Megan's kiss went on for a few seconds before Joey slid the head of his cock between their lips. Katie froze. Joey's cock was touching both their lips. It was touching Megan's mouth!

Megan whimpered. Katie tugged at the restraints. Megan's tongue flicked out, licking Katie's lips and Joey's cock.

"No," Katie whispered.

Joey pushed the head of his dick back into her mouth, pumping it slowly in and out. His knob throbbed between her lips as her tongue lashed across it. She had to make him cum.

Joey withdrew his prick once again and the sound of his excited groan, mingled with the smack of Megan's lips told her what had happened. Joey's cock was in Megan's mouth. Her sister hummed happily. Katie groaned and stuck out her tongue, tickling the underside of Joey's prick.

"You see, princess?" Joey said. "Katie's already learning not to be selfish. She wants to help."

Joey's cock popped out of Megan's mouth and he pushed it back into Katie's.

"Joey, it tastes really good," Megan whispered. "I like it."

Katie whined in frustration, but not purely at her own need. It was another small step in Megan's corruption. Joey was pushing her, letting Katie know that he could have Megan any time he wanted. It was so easy.

"Take that toy, princess, and slip it out of the strap. I think we need to help Katie now."

"Mm hm!" Katie mumbled around his cock. "Mm hm!"

Megan took hold of the toy and slid it free, pressing it against Katie's clit.

"Ung!" Katie cried.

Joey pushed his cock further into her mouth. His prick throbbed and jerked. Katie's mind melted with pleasure as the vibrator pushed her over the edge. It was like a bomb went off in her head.

Her ears rang as she jerked and thrashed in the bonds, with Joey's cock sliding deeper. Megan groaned loudly and said, "It's so hot! Oh, my God! It's so sexy."

Joey grunted and his gooey load shot against the back of Katie's throat. She sealed her lips around his shaft as it quivered and jerked, feeding her sticky cream as she humped the vibrator desperately.

"Good girl," Joey said.

Finally, the flow of cum stopped. Joey pulled his prick from her mouth and drew it across her lips, leaving a wet, spunky trail. He pulled off the blindfold and Katie shut her eyes against the invasion of light.

Just as she managed to squint them open again, Megan kissed her. Katie opened her mouth. Megan's tongue ran across her lips, tasting their stepfather's semen.

She should care. Instead, all Katie felt was tired and defeated. She was a failure. Joey was going to fuck Megan and it was her fault. Right now, though, her head was swimming in pleasure and she couldn't care.

When Joey at last released her from the restraints, Katie could hardly stand. She ached and her body tingled with pleasurable aftershocks. Megan bounced happily on her feet, thrilled with what had happened.

"Oh, my God! It was so sexy!" she cried, hugging Katie. "Did you like it, Katie? Did I do a good job?"

Katie hugged her and couldn't manage to say anything. Then the sound of the belt rattling behind her made her spin. Joey held it in his hand.

"No!" Katie pleaded. "Please, Joey! I don't need it. I promise."

Joey frowned. "I'd like to believe you, Katie," he said and shook his head, "but I can't."

"I don't think Katie needs it, Joey," Megan said, holding onto her sister.

Joey sighed. "Okay. Just for tonight, I'll make you a deal."

Katie did not want a deal. She wanted to go to bed.

Joey continued, "You can either wear the belt, or you can sleep with me so I can keep an eye on you."

"But—"

"Katie? Which is it?" Joey snapped. "We all learned a good lesson tonight."

Katie looked at the belt, looked at Joey, then back to the belt. She nodded. Joey nodded.

That night, Katie slept in the belt with Megan in her bed.

A Motherly Nudge

On the night of her 21st birthday, Laura kissed her father. It was not an incident that she'd planned, nor did she have a particular attraction to her father. She'd been drunk.

Stumbling into the house following her first night out at the bars, her father helped her up the stairs to bed. Laura, a giggling college girl at the time, was horny and tossed. When her father put her into bed and kissed her on the forehead, Laura kissed him on the lips.

She'd been horny. It wasn't that she wanted to kiss her father, just that she wanted to kiss someone, and he happened to be there. He was caught off guard and the kiss lingered for a moment. She could look back on it now and understand that, as a single father with a wild and attractive daughter, he may have been horny, too.

Soon, he pulled his lips away, shut off the light, and that was the end of it. Nothing was said, and nothing came of the incident. Laura, however, had never forgotten that one moment in the night when she'd kissed her father.

It was one of those moments which, during one's formative years, left a lasting impression on Laura's sexuality. Being raised by a single father, Laura had always had something of a daddy complex. It was one of the qualities Brian had that she found attractive. He was great daddy material.

Though her husband had developed a bit of a dad bod in these later years, he was still an attractive specimen. His shoulders were broad, his voice deep, his values fairly conservative, and he had a provider's instinct. Brian was also a very manly man in bed, and always got a hard-on when his wife called him, "Daddy."

Therefore, Laura's daddy complex was an integral part of her sexuality. She often wondered what would have happened if that kiss lasted longer, if things had been a bit different, or if she'd broached the topic the next day. It was still not likely to have led anywhere, but it never stopped her from wondering.

Laura also understood what it was like to be a woman with large breasts, as she sported a pair of naturally large melons which, despite having been suckled by two children, remained quite pert. Tina had not inherited those tits. Laura, though, did understand Tina's life-long obsession with having a pair of her own.

Big tits were fun. Big tits were sexy. Men, like Brian, loved a set of big tits.

Laura's big tits were a source of sexual confidence. Now that Tina also had big tits, Laura understood her daughter's newfound sexual appetite and desire to show them off. Tina had never been a confident girl. Having the breasts of her dreams had changed that. She was ravenous for the attention she'd never had growing up.

Watching other girls with even average breasts get more attention from men in school had hurt Tina. Seeing the way men fawned over girls with big tits had made her somewhat envious. Now that Tina was one of those girls, she seemed to be making up for lost time.

These two factors—Laura's daddy complex and Tina's new tits—had created something of a sexual excitement for Laura, as well. The first time she watched Brian place his hands on their daughter's huge tits, something in Laura's pussy stirred. It was not something a mother was supposed to feel, but she felt it nonetheless.

Her pussy got hot. When it was her turn to feel Tina's tits, she'd also been hot, but not in the same way. Watching Kevin touch his sister's huge melons also produced the hot feeling, but also not in the same way.

The hot feeling was most intense when she observed Brian looking at or touching Tina's breasts. It triggered her daddy complex and something about the sight of them together was arousing. Watching Brian touch Tina's tits was like a vicarious experience. It was as if by watching it happen, she could somehow play out those daddy fantasies that had been part of her sexual makeup for so many years.

It was wrong and she was treading on dangerous ground. Laura understood that. A caring wife and loving mother should not encourage her husband to sexualize their daughter's big tits. A caring wife and loving mother should not fantasize about her husband using their daughter's big tits for his sexual pleasure. She should also not be aroused by the thought of her husband and daughter having passionate, carnal, sexual encounters.

That is, however, exactly how Laura felt and what she was doing. She also suspected that Tina and Kevin's recent closeness was something more than it appeared. She had not witnessed anything happen between them, but she did note that Kevin had none of the hesitation his father did when it came to touching his sister's new breasts. The fact that he had financed the operation for her also made Laura wonder if, perhaps, some form of sexual service had been offered in exchange.

Of course, she could also admit that her suspicions might be merely another aspect of her sexual fantasies. A caring and loving mother should, she knew, discourage one's children from engaging in such activities. A caring and loving mother should keep a watchful eye and ensure that her children are not engaging in incestuous play. She should, in fact, feel disgusted at the very thought of these things happening beneath her roof.

Laura did not feel disgusted. She did not feel averse. She did not discourage it. She was, however, a caring and loving mother. It created a sort of mental division throughout the workday.

On the drive to work, she thought about Brian, helping their daughter that morning by squeezing her huge tits. She imagined Kevin and Tina, alone at home all day. She envisioned them with no parental supervision, Kevin also "helping" his sister with her report and the ointment. If there was something happening between the two of them, it was almost certain to lead to them fucking.

There was simply no way it couldn't, in Laura's mind. Tina wanted to show off her tits. She wanted others to touch them and play with them. When they were played with, her enhanced sensitivity made it ridiculously easy for her to orgasm. Men like watching women orgasm, and men also liked big tits. Kevin, she knew, loved a large set of breasts.

It was no great leap, then, to imagine Tina and her brother developing a sexual relationship. The issue was that Laura didn't actually see this as something she should work to hamper. It gave her that hot feeling, too. She was a caring and loving mother, but she was hot in the cunt at the thought of her husband and son using her daughter for sexual gratification. Because by allowing it to happen, she could live the experience herself.

When Laura returned home that evening, she found Kevin half-asleep on the couch with the TV on. Tina was not with him. Laura experienced a flash of disappointment which she internally chastised herself for. A caring and loving mother shouldn't wish to come home to find her children engaged in sexual congress.

She sat on the edge of the cushion. Kevin looked up.

"Hey, Mom."

"You look tired," she remarked. "Hard day?"

Kevin shrugged. "Not so much. Tina talks a lot."

Laura laughed. "And that's draining?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe she needs to put her mouth to better use."

Kevin cocked a brow.

"Where is your stacked sister?"

"Taking a nap."

"You helped her this afternoon?"

"Sure."

"And?"

"And what?" Kevin asked.

"Any problems?"

"No. Why?"

"Okay," Laura said and stood up. "I assume your father is hiding in his office?"

"Ever since he got home."

Laura found her husband with his office door shut, and she entered without knocking. Brian looked up guiltily, saw who it was, and relaxed. She rounded his desk, plopped herself in his lap, and asked, "Watching some big boob porn?"

"What? No!"

Laura tugged down the front of her top, revealing her cleavage, and said, "We can make some."

Laughing, Brian nuzzled his face between her tits. Laura caressed his head and asked, "So? How was it?"

Brian raised his head.

"How was what?"

"How was slopping that goo all over Tina's big rack this morning? I know how afraid you are of those big melons."

"Breasts," Brian grumbled. "When you call them melons, it makes it dirty. It wasn't dirty. I was just doing what you whacko liberals call helping."

"I'm just teasing," Laura said and slapped his chest. "Thank you for putting up with us whackos. You're a good daddy."

She kissed his lips.

"Yeah. I am pretty cool," Brian agreed.

"Does Daddy want to play with my big tits? Or is it dirty to call them that?"

"You're in a mood recently. What gives?"

"Just in a mood," she said and got off his lap. "I'm going to make dinner. I've got a little more work to do tonight. Do you mind being a good daddy again and helping Tina with her evening session?"

Brian blushed. Laura knelt in front of him and ran her hand over his cock.

"Please, Daddy?" she said. "I'll make it worth your while."

Brian sighed and his dick jerked under her hand.

"Yeah. I'll help."

"Thank you," Laura said and kissed his cock through his shorts.

When she stood up and turned to go, Brian helped himself to a handful of ass before she wiggled away.

Brian was silent at the dinner table as he awkwardly avoided looking at Tina's tits. Perhaps for his benefit, Tina wore a bra, though it was lacy white and nearly transparent. Laura, however, did her own showing off.

She'd put on a plunging nightgown, which displayed her impressive cleavage. It did not make things any easier on her husband, nor could Kevin quite avoid glancing in her direction more than once. Glancing was putting it mildly. Between his sister's and his mother's tempting tits, he couldn't look anywhere else.

"God," Tina remarked and set down her fork. She cupped her tits. "I can hardly stand wearing this. I swear, they're so sensitive I feel like I'm going to go off whenever I move!"

Brian promptly looked at his plate.

"Those little implants are something else," Laura said. "Maybe I should go in for a pair. What do you think, honey?"

She elbowed Brian, who pretended not to hear.

"What?"

"The pleasure implants," Laura reminded him. "They seem like a lot of fun."

"Oh," Brian said. "Um… I don't—"

Laura elbowed him again and grinned.

"Impossible question," she said to Tina. "You need to make life hard on them sometimes."

Tina giggled. "They better be hard around these babies!"

She jiggled her jugs. Brian sighed dramatically. Kevin remained silent as he looked at his sister's tits.

"Do you mind if your father helps you tonight?" Laura asked. "I have just a little work to finish up."

"No. Not at all," Tina said. "He was great this morning," then she looked at her brother. "Kevin, too."

"Happy to be of service," Kevin said.

"That's the attitude we need to have," Laura said, pointing her fork at Brian. "No big, strong daddy should be afraid of a pair of boobs."

"I'm not afraid of boobs," Brian grumbled. "I… I love your breasts, Tina. They're great. You look great."

Laura patted his shoulder. "So supportive," she said and kissed his cheek.

Tina reached behind and unsnapped the bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just too much. If I don't take it off, I'm going to get this chair so wet."

She pulled off the bra, freeing her tits, and set it on the table. Brian looked at her tits. Kevin groaned.

"What's it like?" Laura asked. "I can't imagine how it feels to get off that easily."

Brian frowned. Kevin paused with his fork halfway to his mouth and looked at Tina's tits.

"Oh, my God! It's intense," Tina said. "I went off like a dozen times today."

"Oh?" Laura said.

"When… when Kevin helped me," she said quickly.

"I thought you said six," Brian said.

Tina blushed, which was difficult to notice due to the aroused flush. "Well, yeah. That was when Kevin helped me this afternoon. He helped me do my check-in, too."

Kevin intently studied his food.

"Well, that was nice of him," Laura said.

"It was great!" Tina agreed. "They're like so sensitive." She took Kevin's hand, placed it on her breast, and shuddered. "See? Oh, man! It's… it's so good!"

While their parents watched, Tina used her brother's hand to molest her breast. Wide-eyed with wonder, Kevin sat stunned as Tina began to convulse in her chair.

"Oh, my God!" she hissed. "Oh! It's… ugh!"

She held Kevin's hand on her tit as she ground her cunt against the chair. Brian stared. Laura flushed. Kevin looked guiltily at his parents until his sister's orgasm subsided.

"It's… that easy," Tina said breathlessly.

***

It was not the sound of Tina's orgasm that drew Laura to her open door. She'd planned it. If she was going to get Brian comfortable with the idea of using Tina's tits, he needed to be exposed to them. Yes, she felt a little guilty, but her cunt was hot.

She did have a bit of work to do, but it was only minutes worth. In those minutes, Brian had begun helping their daughter with this evening's treatment of ointment. Leaving her door open was no doubt his idea. It worked to Laura's advantage.

She peeked into Tina's room and observed her husband, sitting behind Tina. She sat between his spread legs, her back against his chest, and his dick pressed into her backside. His hands were on her huge melons, squeezing and rubbing them as Tina came down from her first orgasm.

"That's so good, Dad," she whispered. "It's so good. Keep going."

Laura stepped inside. Brian tried to remove his hands from Tina's tits, but she clapped hers over them and held them there, while her father looked guiltily toward his wife.

"That looks fun," Laura said and sat on the bed with them.

"It's not—" Brian began.

"Brian," Laura interrupted. "Keep going. I'm finished and just thought I'd come to lend a hand."

"You want to take over?" Brian asked hopefully.

"No. I thought it might make it less weird for you if we did it together."

"Really?" Tina asked. "That's so cool!"

Brian sighed. Tina released one of his hands, allowing him to scoot off to her side. Laura dipped her hand in the ointment and began squeezing her daughter's other boob.

"Oh, damn," Tina said and jerked.

With both her parents squeezing her tits, Tina had her second orgasm within a few minutes. She groaned and shook, placing one hand on her mother's knee. Her other hand, however, landed on Brian's lap and she gripped his hard cock.

Brian gasped and tried to pull away but Tina was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm and was oblivious to the handful of her father's dick she'd just grabbed.

"Tina!" Brian snapped.

Laura looked across her quaking daughter. Brian looked down at his daughter's hand and then at his wife.

"I didn't—"

Tina slowly stopped shaking and released his cock.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Oh, wow! I swear. Every one of them is just as good as the last. Can I have one more, please?"

"I don't—" Brian stammered.

"Of course," Laura said. "Brian?"

Brian, red-faced, scooted back another few inches and continued squeezing Tina's boob. A hot flush crept over Laura's face as she watched her husband manhandling their daughter's tit. Brian still looked on the verge of walking out but he stayed put out of a sense of fierce duty.

"Use both hands, honey," Laura said angling her body to grope Tina's breast in one hand and pull on her nipple with the other.

Brian clenched his teeth but he did as his wife instructed. He had to scoot closer to Tina to make it happen. As he fondled her breast and tugged on her stiff nipple, Tina's pleasure rose. She placed her hand back in his lap and squeezed his dick again, moaning as her hand closed around it.

"So… good," she whispered. "So… good…"

Brian groaned as his daughter began stroking his prick through his shorts until she went off again. She moaned and pulled on his hard tool as she shivered and shook, pressing her tits into her parents' hands. As soon as she began coming off her high, though, she uncurled her fist from Brian's hard meat.

"Good?" Brian asked, releasing her boob and covering his crotch with his slick hands.

Tina breathed deeply and nodded, saying, "Yeah. Oh, man! That was so good!"

Laura took her hand off Tina's other tit.

"Brian, I seriously want to look into these implants," she said.

"Okay," Brian said, staring at Tina's heaving udders.

She put her hands on them and started laughing maniacally.

"You know," she said through the giggles, "A few weeks ago I thought it would be kind of weird to have my parents touching my boobs. Well, I didn't have any boobs but… you know what I mean. It's not weird at all, though. Thanks. Really."

She stood up and hugged her mother, pressing her gooey tits against Laura's.

"It's not weird," Tina said.

She pulled away, leaving a greasy stain on Laura's chest. Then she hugged Brian, plastering his t-shirt in ointment as her tits pushed against his chest.

"Thank you, Dad. I really like it when you make me cum from my tits."

"Um…" Brian muttered.

"I know you think it's weird but it isn't," Tina continued. "I think it's fun."

Brian's cock jerked against her. She pulled away and he looked down at another ruined shirt.

"Oh, shit!" Tina cried. "I'm sorry! I can wash it! Oh, my God!"

She began tugging his shirt up but Brian caught her hands, saying, "It's okay, Tina. It's just a shirt."

Laura's laughter didn't help.

"Oh, God!" Tina cried as she saw the state of her mother's nightgown. "I'm such a bimbo! My boobs got bigger and my brain got smaller!"

She covered her eyes with her gooey hands, immediately pulled them off and exclaimed, "Oh, shit! It burns!"

Tina ran from the bedroom to the bathroom where the sound of running water echoed down the hallway. Brian let out a long sigh and looked at his own gooey hands.

"I'm going to wash these," he mumbled.

Laura followed him to their bedroom, where he turned on the bathroom faucet and began rinsing the ointment off. His wife crept in behind him, snuggling against his back and pushing her slick hand down his shorts and wrapping around his hard dick.

"Oh, shit," he groaned as she began pumping his erection.

He set his hands on the counter and groaned as Laura jerked him off.

"You're so fucking hard," she whispered as she pressed her tits into her back. "So hard, Daddy."

Brian's hard-on jumped in her hand.

"Does that feel good, Daddy," Laura whispered. "You like it when I jerk your cock?"

"Yeah," Brian whispered.

Laura gave him a few more strokes before she pulled her hand out and pushed them both under the still-running faucet.

"You're cruel," Brian grumbled.

Laura flashed a grin.

"I am not. I don't want you cumming in your pants."

"I'll wash them," he said as he groped her ass.

"It's not that." She toweled off her hands. "I just want it somewhere else."

She turned and thrust out her chest. Brian laughed.

"That stuff left a tit-print all over your tits."

Laura looked down, tugged the nightgown up, and tossed it on the floor.

"Better?"

"Much."

She grabbed him by the dick again and led him out to the bedroom, where she lay back on the bed and spread her legs invitingly. Brian accepted the invitation, crawling between his wife's legs and running his finger through her warm slit.

"Jesus, you're soaked," he observed.

"Is that a problem, Daddy?"

He fisted his cock and settled between her legs. "It's the way I like it."

He made to push his cock into her but Laura slid her hand over her pussy and said, "Uh, uh."

"Uh, uh?"

She pointed to her tits.

"But—" Brian protested as he looked at her cunt.

"Fuck my tits, Daddy," she whispered. "Fuck my big tits and cum on them."

Brian clenched his teeth.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, pumping his prick.

Laura smiled deviously. "Doing what, Daddy?"

"You're like… I don't know. You're doing something."

"I'm trying to get Daddy to push his big dick between my tits and cum on them," Laura said, rubbing her pussy. "Unless you don't like stroking your cock between my big tits?"

Brian did like stroking his cock between her tits. He liked it very much. Brian also liked pussy. Laura, however, was very hot from watching Tina grip her father's cock in the throes of an orgasm and watching Brian squeeze their daughter's breasts.

"You're so bad," he finally said and opened the nightstand. He applied the lube to his cock, between Laura's tits, and said, "Do you want Daddy to fuck your tits?"

Laura squeezed them together and said, "And cum on them."

The Chosen Few

Charlotte lay on her sister's bed with her tongue in Samantha's cunt. Her sister studied the list of names. In the refrigerator was a new bottle of cum, which had been left in front of the door.

"This guy knows a lot about you," Samantha remarked as she read the names. "Like a total stalker."

"Mm hm," Charlotte mumbled.

"Man, this is twisted," and then she paused and whispered, "Oh, shit. Really?"

She'd read the last name.

"That's so gross," Samantha said. "Can you even imagine? Dad? Like… that would be absolutely vile."

Charlotte whimpered.

"Do you think he'd do it? I mean, based on the picture he wouldn't know it was you."

"Mm, mm," Charlotte mumbled.

"He'd probably do it. He'd let himself in and get in your bed, hold you down, and rape you so hard."

Charlotte whimpered needily. The thought of her own father raping her was one that had never popped into her many fantasies. Being violated by disgusting men or those she disliked was a common one, but he'd never featured in it. Now that the idea was in her head, however, it refused to go away.

It would be awful. It was one of the worst rapes she could imagine. Samantha put her hand on Charlotte's head and pressed her sister's tongue deeper into her cunt.

"Just imagine that mean fuck jamming his prick into you, calling you names. He fucking hates you. And me. As soon as he realized it was you, he'd probably rape you harder."

"Hm!"

"Fuck, that's nasty. Are you going to do it? Give him a key?"

Charlotte groaned into her sister's cunt. She hadn't decided who would get the keys. However, she had not ruled any of them out. Each of them would be a terrible choice, but none so much as him.

***

When Charlotte awoke on Friday morning, there was a plastic sign taped to her bedroom door. Rape Hole. The man had been here in the night, and chosen again not to rape her. Why?

It had been nearly a week since the last rape, and Charlotte was desperate. For girl used to cumming several times a day, not being allowed to orgasm for almost a week was unbearable. It was making her delirious, and she fantasized about the next rape constantly. If she was really his favorite rape hole, why wouldn't he do it?

She put on her "Rape Me" t-shirt, hoping it would send the right message to the man. While she drank her bottle of jizz, she watched herself do it on the live feed on My Favorite Rape Hole. There were a few new comments on the videos and photos, which only made her cunt more needy.

Spread out on the coffee table were the three envelopes and the list of names. Each name also had an address. She needed to choose. While falling asleep, she'd thought about the list. All of them were disgusting, but she tried to prioritize which ones were most likely to actually do the deed.

Jason, the Christian ex-neighbor, she dismissed. While it would be hot to get treated to a good raping from the Christian neighbor, he seemed an unlikely candidate. Gary, the man down the hall, she also ruled out. He was too close.

Given the chance, Gary would be raping her nightly, and soon it would just become routine. There would be no real thrill in it after the first time.

That left her with the three names she needed. Her ex-boyfriend, her former manager, and her father. Now the question was how to deliver the envelopes.

She considered driving to the addresses and dropping them off. However, she could be spotted at any of them, which would lead to questions, and they'd know her. There was the chance they could open the envelope, which might lead to an immediate raping, but it would remove the element of uncertainty and anxiety over when, or if, they might show up.

Instead, she decided to mail the envelopes. That added an additional element of uncertainty, which she liked. There was a remote chance that one of the envelopes could get misdelivered, in which case a completel stranger would obtain the key and an invitation. It could also be misappropriated by a mail carrier. She'd never know.

Therefore, Charlotte wrote out the addresses on each envelope in blocky letters and put a stamp on each. This presented her with another dilemma. She needed to go down the hall and put the letters in the outgoing box. The man's instructions prevented her from putting anything else on while at home. Was that instruction open to interpretation if she was simply stepping out of the apartment for a quick task?

She decided not to risk it. Wearing nothing but the t-shirt, she moved to open the front door. Here, she paused. On the entryway floor was a welcome mat, and on the mat were words. Free Pussy. The man had left another gift.

Charlotte cracked the front door open and checked the hallway. It was empty.

She bolted down the hall, bare feet slapping on the carpet, and jammed the three envelopes into the mail slot. Then she ran back. She made it through the front door just as another door opened down the hall.

The only thing left was to wait.

Broncos and Bimbos

Katie lived in a state of confusion. The awful things Joey did to her had made her experience pleasure like she'd never known. At the same time, those things were perverted and dirty, and they made her feel disgusted.

Since Joey began molesting her, every day had been confusing. It had only gotten worse since their mother had gone away. The confusion stemmed from the conflict between what Katie thought she wanted, and what her cunt seemed to want.

Katie did not want to act like a slut, but her cunt got tremendously excited when she did. In the span of a few days, she'd gone from hiding her unwanted sexual relationship with Joey, to participating in his sick games right in front of Megan. Worse, she'd stayed silent and let Joey lead her into trap after trap, dragging Megan along with her.

Now Megan had tasted Joey's cock. She'd licked a cum trail off Katie's lips. She'd told Joey she liked it. Katie had pushed her sister into an incestuous relationship with her, and it hadn't even been Joey's idea.

All of this was frightening and confusing because Katie did not want to act like a slut, but she kept doing it. She continued to justify it as necessary, something she needed to do to protect Megan from a sexual predator. In that, she'd failed horribly. Megan was closer to becoming just another slut for Joey, and Katie had helped.

She wanted to blame the drugs. They made her stupid and horny. That wasn't the real reason, though. The drugs had only been part of this for a few days.

She wanted to blame the belt, which also kept her in a constant state of arousal, teased her, and made her think about her pussy all day. That wasn't the real reason, either. The belt was awful and uncomfortable. It was humiliating. The belt also made her confused because the control it gave Joey over her choices was also weirdly erotic.

No. She couldn't blame the drugs and she couldn't blame the belt. It was her fault. She was coming to the realization that Joey might be correct. She had a horny puss and she was just a slut who wanted to be used.

Katie's confusion did not subside by Friday morning, when, under Joey's watchful eye, she showered with Megan. Following the shower, Katie picked up the belt from the floor, ready to put it on of her own volition. It was here, however, that yet another element figured into Katie's growing confusion.

"You don't need to wear that today, Katie," Joey said.

Katie dropped the belt and said, "I don't?"

Joey shook his head. "I thought a lot about what Megan said last night, and maybe she's right. You showed a lot of trust by letting us help you, and you were a good example for Megan when you showed her how bondage can be a normal and healthy practice."

"I did?" Katie asked, and another confusing surge of pride struck her in the cunt.

"So, I'm going to trust you today. You'll be at work, and you'll have Megan with you, so I'm trusting her, too," Joey explained. "When we can't watch you, you'll wear the belt."

"That's great, Katie!" Megan said. "You're getting better. She's getting better, right, Joey?"

"Maybe she is," Joey agreed. "But we won't know for sure until we have some real evidence that Katie's maintaining a healthy and normal sexual relationship with someone, which doesn't include touching herself when her puss is horny."

"I won't," Katie assured him. "I won't!"

Katie, thrilled not to have to wear the belt, did not fully comprehend the entirety of Joey's statement. Megan, a bimbo at the best of times, did not understand it at all. Before they left for work, Joey patted them each on the bottom and said, "Be good, girls."

Being free of the belt was the most amazing thing, and because of her freedom, she only became more confused. This latest confusion came because she felt grateful to Joey for trusting her and letting her out without the belt. This feeling then turned to anger and resentment because Joey was the one who made her wear the belt in the first place. There was no reason for her to feel grateful to him.

As the morning wore on and she dealt with the flood of customers, her confusion deepened. Having to stop what she was doing to pose for selfies regularly had become routine in the last few days. Whenever this happened, the customers were sure to grope her or push bills into her cleavage.

The confusion stemmed from her own reaction to these molestations. Before, she'd been able to blame the belt. The belt and its little vibrator kept her constantly horny and on edge. The sexual attention she received from the customers, and the feelings in her cunt because of them, she could write off as an effect of the belt and the vibrator.

Today, she had no such excuse. Her panties were sticky and wet after only the first few minutes in the shop and the first couple of ass grabs. By the time the morning rush ended, Katie could not blame the belt or the vibrator for how she felt at all. She was horny and it was her fault.

Lucas entered the shop just before 10 and went to the counter, where Petsy cleared out the donation jars and tallied the amounts for each of the "pets".

"Lucas," Petsy said. "You are ready to begin?"

"Yes."

"Katie, you finish here, please? I will show Lucas what to do."

Katie took over tallying the donations, while Petsy showed Lucas into the back. He put the young man to work repairing a backlog of cell phones, tablets, and laptops. Katie had just finished with the donations and the girls' tips when the buzzer for the back door rang.

She went to it and found Petsy already rolling up the delivery door. On the other side stood a man with a pallet.

"Yes?" Petsy asked.

"Got a delivery for Petsy's. Bronco?"

"Yes. Thank you," Petsy said, accepting the bill of lading and signing it.

The man wheeled the pallet into the warehouse and set it down. Three boxes, wrapped in plastic, sat on the pallet. Katie handed Petsy her box cutter and the old man clit the plastic wrap.

"Is heavy," he said as he tested the largest box.

Together, they scooted the box off the pallet and opened it. A few minutes later, they had the Bronco set up on its base.

The machine stood elevated off the ground and was wide enough to ensure the rider's legs were spread. It included stirrups, positioned such that its rider needed to lean forward, presenting themselves in a highly exposed position. The saddle itself was constructed of a transparent, jelly-like material that conformed to the rider's body heat, glowing mildly when activated. On the front of the base was a digital readout, a monitor, and a speaker grill.

"Megan," Katie called and her sister came running.

"That's it?" Megan squealed. "Oh, cool!"

"Where do you want it?" Katie asked. "For the videos."

"Out in the shop," Megan said.

"In the shop? Like out in front?"

"Yeah! We can't make good videos in a dirty, dark warehouse," Megan explained.

"I keep warehouse clean," Petsy said.

"We need it in the front," Megan continued. "Lots of light, a good view of the Bronco, and we get the shop in the videos."

"But… we have to use it, right?" Katie asked, looking uncertain.

"What's it do?" Lucas asked.

Katie whirled. She'd nearly forgotten him.

"It's a… you ride it."

"That seems easy," Lucas said. "It doesn't even have hydraulics or anything."

"Oh, she means girls ride it to like get themselves off," Megan said helpfully.

Lucas blushed. Katie sighed. Petsy looked quite excited.

"Alright," Katie mumbled. "Let's take it out front."

Together, she and Petsy moved the Bronco to the floor of the shop, where they stood back and looked at it.

"Now what?" Katie asked.

"You ride it," Megan said.

"Me? Now?" Katie squeaked.

"Well, someone has to test it, and I need to shoot a few angles to figure out how best to present the product for the sponsor."

Katie stared the Bronco down as if it were an enemy soldier. She didn't want to ride it. If she rode it, she was probably going to orgasm in front of Lucas, Petsy, and Megan. The latter was not so much of a concern. It was more the wider world she was worried about.

Katie's pussy was sluttily wet and aroused. Her panties were wedged in her slit. If she rode the Bronco, she was going to cum and the whole internet was going to see it. Everyone looked at her expectantly.

"But what if I… you know," she protested.

"Will be good for sponsor," Petsy said, rubbing his hands as he looked at Katie's stiff nipples. "Good for shop. You ride Bronco."

Megan readied the camera. Katie swallowed, slowly mounted the Bronco, and settled into the saddle. The seat was covered in small ridges, which slid between her slit, wedging her panties deeper. She slid her cunt along them, blushing. It hadn't even been turned on and it already felt good.

"Wait," Megan said and ran to the back. She returned with a box. "You should try one of the accessories."

"Accessories?" Katie squeaked as Megan opened the box.

Her sister dumped a variety of attachments on the counter.

"This one?" Megan asked, holding up a thick rubber cock.

Petsy's eyes glazed over. Katie gulped.

"Can't I just do it like this?" she asked. "It's just a test, right?"

"Well, someone is going to have to test the attachments," Megan said.

Katie did not want to ride the Bronco. She wanted even less to ride a fat rubber dick attached to the Bronco for the whole internet to see. Megan waved the rubber cock in her direction.

"What else is there?" she asked.

Megan sorted through the attachments. She held up a slimmer one and read the label on the plastic. "Anal wand?"

"No!" Katie snapped.

"The double dipper?"

"Jesus! No!"

"Gag harness?" Megan asked and held up a bit-style gag attached to a set of reins.

Katie winced. "No! Are they all gross?"

"I guess," Megan said. "I think they're kind of sexy."

Petsy groaned. Lucas covered his crotch with his hands.

"Goddammit. Just give me the first one. I can't believe I'm doing this."

Katie dismounted the machine, snatched the rubber cock from her sister's hand, and affixed it to the saddle. She mounted the machine again, looked at Petsy and Lucas, and said, "Do you guys have to watch?"

They nodded.

"Jesus Christ," Katie mumbled.

She reached beneath her skirt, pulled her sticky panties out of her slit, and with a rush of shame and humiliation, she slowly sank down on the rubber dick. The fat toy slid so easily into her aroused cunt and her skin glowed with embarrassment.

"Gosh, you must be really wet, Katie," Megan observed helpfully.

Katie shut her eyes and said, "Can we just get this over with?"

"Yeah. Let me just put on the straps."

"Straps? What straps?"

"The safety straps," Megan explained.

Holding the manual in one hand, she attached a set of straps to each of the stirrups, which she buckled around Katie's ankles. Another set, she clipped to the front of the machine and attached the other end to Katie's wrists. She snapped a third strap to the front, examined the manual, and said, "Lean down."

Katie leaned forward. Megan clipped the new strap to the collar on Katie's neck.

"What is that for?" she asked, squirming in the seat.

"Safety?" Megan suggested. "Oh, do you want the nipple clips?"

"No, I do not want the nipple clips!" Katie snapped.

Megan shrugged. "Okay. Just one more thing."

"Oh, my God!"

Megan retrieved a headband from the counter and placed it on Katie's head. The headband sported a pair of floppy horse ears.

"I think that's good," Megan said.

"Please just do this and then kill me," Katie said through clenched teeth.

Megan stood back and handed Petsy a remote. Katie wiggled on the seat, the fat rubber dick deep in her cunt. She glowed bright red with utter humiliation. How had this happened?

The machine clicked on as Petsy toyed with the remote. It dinged from the speaker on the front. The monitor winked on. The digital display lit up, showing a string of zeroes with labels next to them. Climaxes. Punishments. Ejaculations. Score. The gelatinous seat lit up, pulsing white.

"What is that?" Katie asked as it dinged.

"Just the startup noise," Megan said.

Petsy studied the remote and pushed a button, saying, "We try this one."

Megan began recording. The machine let out a loud neigh and the speaker announced, "Let's go for a ride little pony!"

The seat began to vibrate gently, sending spikes of pleasure up the attachment as the rubber dick began to move.

"Oh, shit!" Katie cried and tossed back her head. The clip attached to the collar, however, wouldn't let her sit back. "Oh, shit!" she said again and tried to lift herself off the vibrating cock.

The straps on her ankles would only let her sit up a few inches, which was not enough to let the thick rubber dildo out of her cunt. When the Bronco neighed again and bucked, she slammed back down on the saddle and shouted, "Ah! Fuck!"

"What is that?" Megan asked and pointed at the monitor.

Petsy shook his head as they all stared at the monitor. On the screen was a strange pink tunnel, with slick ridges. Every second, the display would go dark before pulling back down the pink tunnel, and then flying forward into darkness again.

"Oh, my God!" Katie shouted. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!"

"I… um… I think that's… inside her," Lucas said.

"Inside her?" Megan asked, looked again, and exclaimed, "Oh!"

Petsy flipped through the manual as the Bronco began to buck faster. "It has camera on attachment"

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" Katie cried.

The vibrating dick continually shafted her insides, driving her wild. She clutched the saddle, let out a grunt, and had her first orgasm. The climax counter ticked to one.

The bell above the shop door tinkled.

"What in the hell?" said a voice from the doorway.

Soon, a man in a set of overalls joined the shop staff.

"Hell, would you look at Kans," he said, taking off his hat. "Those cans are bouncing like my grandma's Jell-O."

It was true. As the Bronco's intensity kicked up again, Katie's braless melons bounced wildly within her small top. Katie, however, was nearly oblivious to this as her cunt had taken up the bulk of her awareness.

She began to chant, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Ah! Ah! Oh… fuck!"

The climax counter flipped to two.

"Hell, Petsy," said the man, "you oughta charge for this show."

Petsy stuck out his palm and said, "Twenty dollars."

The man chuckled, fished out a bill, and slapped it into Petsy's hand. "Do I get to push the button?" he asked.

Petsy handed him the remote. He slipped on a pair of glasses and studied it, asking, "What do these do?"

Petsy shrugged, his eyes on Katie's bouncing melons.

"Oh, shit! Holy shit! Jesus Christ!" Katie hollered as she repeatedly slammed her cunt down on the seat.

The man pushed the remote.

"Ow!" Katie screeched and tried again to lift herself off the seat.

The punishment counter flipped to one.

"Shit. Sorry, Kans," the man said. He pushed another button.

The machine bucked furiously, slamming the rubber dick into Katie's cunt and thrashing from side to side. She gripped the saddle and hollered as the thing drove the toy into her. On the monitor, the view was now obscured by a wet film as it continued to broadcast her insides to the observers.

"This is so great," Megan cried as she moved around her sister, capturing every angle of Katie's humiliating ride.

"Oh, God!" Katie cried. "Oh, Jesus! Ah, fuck! I… I can't! I—"

The climax counter ticked up again and the speaker blared, "You're a real Bronco now!"

"Can't…" Katie said again. "Oh, God! Can't…"

"Guess the little filly's had enough," the man said, handing Petsy the remote. "Worth every buck."

Petsy pushed the remote and the Bronco came to a stop. Katie slumped over the saddle, quivering and shaking, muttering through her damp hair. Megan shut off the camera and loosened the straps.

"That was so great, Katie!" she cried. "I want to do it next!"

Katie groaned as she stood up in the stirrups, her legs shaking, and the rubber dick slipped out of her with a wet suck. The man slipped Petsy another twenty.

***

Megan would not be dissuaded from riding the Bronco. While Lucas returned to work and Petsy helped the man in overalls, Katie wiped down the machine. The slick glaze of cunt nectar across the saddle was yet another embarrassing reminder of not only what she'd just done, how incredible it had felt, but also of her still-wet cunt.

Despite three explosive orgasms on the saddle, in full view of her coworkers, and the knowledge that the entire internet was going to see it, Katie's pussy was incredibly aroused. Or was it because of those things? It was another confusing layer to peel back.

Once again, she'd acted like a slut. It hadn't even taken much convincing. She wanted to blame her need for the job or her desire to help the shop. She wanted to be able to say she had no choice. The job was her only way out from under Joey's rule.

However, that was not the real truth. She had a choice. Petsy's was not the world's only employer. She was pretty and could get a job somewhere else—waitressing, maybe at one of those places like Boobers or Twin Tetons.

What was the real truth then? Had she actually wanted to do it? Had she really wanted to straddle the Bronco, push a rubber dick up her wet cunt, and ride it in front of the world? While she didn't feel as if she'd consciously wanted to do it, some part of her must have wanted to. Otherwise, she would not have done it.

She had done it. That part of her that had wanted to do it was her cunt. She thought about her cunt far too frequently for a girl who was not a slut. It followed—and this was the confusing part—that a girl who thought about her cunt so much must be a slut. She must be a slut.

Only Katie did not want to be a slut. She did, however, continue acting like one and enjoying it when it happened. She was a person with agency, and the ability to change her circumstances, but she continued not to do so. She continued to allow people to put her into humiliating positions that led to her cunt receiving pleasure through degrading acts. Her actions were those of a slut, who got off on letting others control her for their own sexual gratification.

"How come I can't use this one?" Megan now asked as she waved the detached rubber cock at Katie.

"Megs, please. I don't want you to do that in front of Petsy and the customers, let alone the whole internet. It's humiliating."

Megan pouted and countered, "It is not. It was really sexy. You should have seen how hot you looked, Katie! Oh, my God! Please? I want to try it. I've used a dildo before!"

From across the shop, Petsy and the man in overalls quieted and turned their attention toward Katie and Megan.

Katie pulled her sister in by the shoulder. "Look," she said, trying another tack, "we have to try some of the other accessories, right? Why don't we see what else you can do?"

Megan looked at the big rubber dick and finally nodded. "Okay."

At least the little bimbo had some sense of logic when it came to her job. She really was good at this.

"This one?" Megan asked and held up the Double Dipper.

Katie resisted the urge to punch herself in the face.

"No, Megs. And not the Anal Wand."

"Aw."

Katie picked up another one, studied the label, and put it back down. The Ejaculator. No. She finally settled on what seemed the least humiliating one.

"This one?" she said, handing it to Megan.

"Oh! The gag harness! It looks kind of like the one you got to wear last night!"

Katie resisted the urge to punch Megan in the face as Petsy and the customer once again fell silent and looked their way. Instead, she pushed the gag bit between Megan's teeth and strapped it around her head. It felt quite satisfying.

"Oo ah ook pity?" Megan mumbled.

"Yes, you look pretty," Katie said and Megan beamed.

Katie had never imagined she would be assisting her sister in straddling an orgasm machine in a public place and restraining her with leather straps. She had never believed she might be doing it at work, and then recording it for the world to see. That is exactly what she did.

The bell above the shop door tinkled again and two young men walked inside. They quickly noticed the hot blonde, gagged atop a weird machine and promptly forgot what they'd come in for. Soon, Petsy and the man in overalls joined them. Katie stood back with the remote in one hand and Megan's phone in the other.

"Ready?" she called.

Megan nodded and gripped the saddle, bouncing excitedly.

Petsy put out his hand to the two newcomers and said, "Show begins. You want ticket?"

They both nodded with their eyes on Megan.

"Twenty dollar," Petsy said.

The men forked over the cash. Katie studied the remote, began recording, and powered on the machine. It neighed loudly as the lights came on and the display lit up.

While Katie moved around the machine, Megan hollered through the gag. The Bronco bucked, jamming her cunt against the ridges in the saddle, and within a minute she had her first orgasm.

Tossing her hair and groaning, Megan squealed as the ride continued. The counter flipped to one. Her small tits shook with the vibrations, not quite the sight that Katie's had been, but the bystanders didn't seem to mind.

"You good?" Katie called. "I can stop it."

Megan shook her head violently. The ride continued. Petsy took the remote and handed it to the man in overalls, who jacked up the intensity of the machine a notch. Megan squealed, gripped the saddle, and came again. The counter flipped to two.

He passed the remote to the next man, who studied it, pushed a button, and the Bronco's saddle changed color from white to orange. Megan groaned loudly and ground her cunt against it excitedly. Drool began to leak through the gag, running down her chin.

"Uk… uk.. uk…" Megan chanted and hit her third peak.

The counter flipped to three. The speaker on the machine yelled, "You're a real Bronco now!"

"Okay," Katie said. "Done?"

Megan shook her head and mumbled, "Uh uh!"

The remote was passed to the next man, who tapped it. The glowing saddle began to slide back and forth, running the ridges through Megan's slit. Her eyes widened and then rolled back. She grunted, gripped the saddle, and came again.

The counter flipped to four. "Ride it, little pony!" the speaker cried.

"Megan?" Katie called.

Megan tossed her head. Someone groped Katie's ass, but when she looked back all four men were watching Megan. She could have shuffled forward, out of arms reach. She did not.

"Boy, that one sure can ride it," the man in overalls remarked as the counter flipped to five. Petsy and the other men nodded. "Uh, no offense, Kans," he added.

Katie blushed. Megan could ride. Granted she didn't have a fat rubber dick jammed inside her but it was impressive nonetheless.

When the counter flipped to six, Katie got her wits about her and took the remote. She stopped the machine. Megan whined and humped the saddle, kicking her feet in the stirrups like an upset child.

"What I wouldn't give for twenty minutes with that," said the man in overalls. "She's like a petite little sex doll.

"Better," said one of the other men.

"Much better," the third agreed.

Katie shut off the camera and hurried forward, removing Megan's straps. When her sister slid off the saddle and pulled out the gag, Megan's legs shook. She beamed with pride, however.

"Did you see it?" she cried. "I got the high score! Why did you stop it? Oh, man! I was really getting it good, wasn't I?"

"Yeah, Megs. You did great," Katie said as she guided her sister away from the group of horny men. "I'll clean the Bronco. Why don't you get started on the videos? We're here to work, right?"

"Right," Megan agreed, completely unfazed by having six back-to-back orgasms. "Oh, right! Petsy, I'm sorry for riding the Bronco so long!"

Petsy waved. "You ride Bronco all you want. Make videos."

As Katie and Megan rounded the counter, Lucas emerged from the back and plopped down a stool.

"These were in the other boxes," he said. "I put one together. They're kind of weird."

Megan ran her hand over the seat of the stool as Katie said, "We don't need more stools."

"Well, if the sponsor sent them, they must want us to use them."

"This was with them," Lucas said and handed over a sheet of paper.

Katie took it. "Thank you for your partnership with Bronco! We've included three complimentary items from our new Erotic Ergonomics line. While our arrangement is not contingent on you promoting these products, we value your feedback."

They studied the seat. The seat of the stool was lined in the same pliable substance as the saddle of the Bronco, however, there were some distinctly erotic differences from a normal stool. First, the depressions on the seat were clearly meant to mold to one's bottom. The seat of the stool was very slightly sloped. Between the ass cheek indentations was a thin ridge, covered in small bumps, with a larger set of bumps near the front of the seat.

Even Megan's little bimbo brain could clearly see the intent. She pushed aside the old stool, pulled up the new one, and clambered on as she set to work.

"Oh! Oh, wow!" she said. "That's… that's nice."

Katie watched as Megan very slowly slid forward on the seat, thanks to the slope. As she did, she imagined that ridge and the little bumps running through Megan's excited slit. When she'd slid too far forward, she pushed herself back up the seat, moaned, and the whole process began again.

"Oh, I like that," Megan mumbled as she worked on the laptop.

Katie sighed and returned to the Bronco. As she wiped it down, the bell above the door tinkled again. A woman walked through the door and started Katie's way.

"Can I help you?" Katie asked as she cleaned the machine.

The woman giggled. Katie looked again. The first thing she noticed was the woman's tits. They were huge, and she was not shy about showing them off.

Then she looked at the woman's face.

"Oh, my god," she whispered. Then more loudly as she dropped the cleaning cloth, "Oh, my God!"

Tina's Return

Friday morning was a bustle of activity in Tina's home. Everyone had somewhere to be. That did not, however, excuse Kevin and his father from helping Tina with her morning tit massage.

Brian was still clearly uncomfortable with fondling his daughter's tits, and a bit flustered at doing it alongside his son. However, he did not complain. Tina orgasmed twice before they had to leave for work.

Tina, after seeing them off, let the ointment sink in for a while until she had to get dressed. The simple act of wearing a shirt—which she did without a bra—was incredibly arousing. The fabric rubbed against her nipples with every step, sending pleasure sparks down her body.

She arrived at the clinic for her first check-up just before nine, where she waited in the lobby for Doctor Donna. Her therapist welcomed her into the clinic with a broad smile and a peck on the lips.

As she led Tina into an exam room, she asked, "How has your first couple of days with big tits been?"

"Oh, my God! So good," Tina said excitedly. "I just love it!"

"I've reviewed your patient portal and it seems like your family has been very supportive of your transition."

"Oh, yeah! I mean, my dad still thinks it's kind of weird but I get it."

"He'll come around," Donna said. "Just keep assuring him that it's completely normal and healthy to see your tits as a source of pleasure."

The words sent a little buzz of pleasure through Tina's brain. The words were right. Girls with big tits were designed for pleasure. Girls with big tits were meant for fun. Girls with big tits were sex dolls.

"Kevin seems very helpful," Donna remarked. "I saw the video on your portal. Your brother has a splendid cock."

"He really does," Tina agreed.

They reached the exam room, where Doctor Donna sat Tina in a chair and fed her a pill.

"Just relax a moment while I get Doctor Hillard," she said as she parted Tina's legs and slid a vibrator up her cunt.

Tina gripped the arms of the chair and moaned as she stared at herself in the mirror. The flush on her skin looked so sexy. She pulled the top up, letting her tits out, and began squeezing them as she waited.

She'd nearly made herself orgasm again when the doctors returned.

"Good to see you, Tina," Hillard said as he removed her hand from her breast and replaced it with his own. "Any concerns or trouble since you've been home?"

"Oh, no! Everything is great."

"Excellent. I see from your portal responses that the implants are functioning as expected. You're enjoying them?"

"God, yes! They're incredible. My mom even wants some."

The doctors laughed and Hillard said, "That's wonderful. She's welcome to stop in any time and we'd be glad to help. We offer a referral discount, and we'd love to have more patients in the study. One can never have too much data."

Then Hillard pulled out his cock, placed it on Tina's lips and said, "Suck."

Tina opened her mouth and let him push his dick into it as he groped her tits. While she whimpered and slowly fucked herself with the vibrator, Hillard pumped her mouth.

"You're back to work today?" Doctor Donna asked as she observed.

"Mm hm," Tina said around the prick in her mouth.

"Well, you be sure to tell your coworkers about the work we do here. If they need big tits, we offer a referral discount."

Hillard gripped the back of Tina's head in one hand, squeezed a tit with the other, and pushed his cock down her throat. He gave it a few pumps as he groaned with delight, then pulled it out and shot ropes of spunk across Tina's chest. She moaned and orgasmed in the chair as he sprayed her tits with semen.

Doctor Donna began rubbing the goo into Tina's tits as Hillard said, "Well, Tina, I don't see any issues here. I'll leave you with Doctor Donna. Be sure to contact me if there are any problems, alright?"

"Thank you," Tina said as she wiped her mouth.

Hillard patted her head and left.

"Let's have a guided meditation session and I'll send you on your way," Doctor Donna said.

Tina nodded. Donna placed the gas mask over her face, took her seat, and began to speak. Tina could not recall what she said, but she did know it was important.

***

Doctor Donna kept Tina in the exam room until the wooziness from the gas wore off. Then she was sent on her way with another small kiss from the doctor.

"I'll see you next week," Donna said as she patted Tina's bottom.

Glowing and happy, Tina left the clinic, stopping over at a coffee shop for a snack before work. Everything was great. Everyone at the shop loved looking at her tits. No one tried to feel them, play with them, fuck them, or cum on them, but that was alright. They wanted to, and she knew it, which was enough.

Tina's cunt was wet and she was slightly anxious as she pulled into the lot at Petsy's. Katie's car was there. She'd tried to imagine how her coworkers would react to her new tits. Would Katie be jealous of how big they were? She hoped so. Just a little bit.

She checked herself in the mirror, gave her cunt a little rub under her skirt, and stepped out of the car. The bell above the door tinkled as she walked in. It had only been a week, but it seemed longer.

She'd been a different person a week ago. She'd been mousy and anxious. Tiny Tina didn't have the confidence that came from carrying around a set of big tits. Now everything was different.

As she swept her eyes over the shop, she noted that her tits were not the only different thing. Katie stood next to a weird machine, wiping it with a rag. Katie's sister sat behind the counter, working on a laptop. Petsy was the same.

Katie glanced up but immediately resumed wiping the machine. Tina suppressed a grin. Katie didn't even recognize her. Why should she? She strode over.

Katie continued to clean the machine, asking, "Can I help you?"

She finally looked up, stared at Tina's tits, and then at her face. "Oh, my God," she whispered. Then, more loudly, "Oh, my God!"

Tina giggled.

"Tina?" Katie blurted, and everyone in the shop turned their way.

"Reporting for duty, boss," Tina said.

"What the fuck?" Katie cried.

"You like?" Tina asked and did a twirl.

"What the fuck?" Katie said again.

Petsy waddled over with three customers close behind. Megan slid from her stool. Lucas poked his head out of the back room.

"Tina," Petsy said. "Operation was success?"

"Operation?" Katie stammered. "I thought you were like… having your wisdom teeth out or something. Not… Oh, my God!"

Tina bounced her melons and said, "Surprise!"

"Oh, wow!" Megan said. "Tina! You got big boobs! Are they like… they're real?"

"Real real!" Tina cried, bouncing on her feet. "Feel them!"

She grabbed Katie's hand and pressed it to her tits. Petsy and the customers groaned.

"Oh, my God!" Katie exclaimed again. "How?"

"It's this new thing. Maximizer. They're like 100% real! Can you even believe it?"

Megan put her hand on Tina's other tit and squeezed it. Tina moaned.

"They really are real!" Megan said.

"Totally!" Tina cried. "Look!"

She pulled up her top, flashing them all her bare tits.

"Tina!" Katie cried.

"Oh, damn!" Megan exclaimed.

Petsy's jaw dropped. The man in overalls asked, "You hiring?"

Tina did not pull her shirt down. Instead, she continued to bounce on her feet, jiggling her tits, and saying, "They're so incredible. I just can't believe how great they are!"

"Great," agreed the two young men.

Katie finally succeeded in pulling Tina's shirt down and said, "They're great, Tina. Really. Come over here and tell me all about it."

She led Tina toward the counter while the four men watched with disappointment. As they walked, Tina looked back at the Bronco and asked, "What is that thing? Oh, hi, Megan! What's Lucas doing in the back?"

Katie steered her toward a stool, plopped her on it, and Tina jumped. "Oh! What is that?"

She clambered off the stool, studied it, and asked, "Are these new? Wow! That felt good."

"Tina!" Katie snapped.

"Huh?"

"Slow down. Take a breath. It's been a busy week. Let's go over it."

***

It took Megan and Katie until the beginning of Charlotte's shift to recount the week's events. Tina listened to the incredible story with incredulity, but the evidence was all there. It was true. The shop was becoming a runaway success, thanks to Megan's unexpected marketing genius.

It was then that Charlotte got in for her shift. She waved to Petsy, who was on the floor with a new set of customers, glanced toward the counter, and cocked her head curiously. With each step toward the counter, her eyes widened.

When she reached Megan, Katie, and Tina, she'd worked it out. However, her mind refused to believe it.

"Oh, my God," she whispered. Then more loudly, "Oh, my God!"

"Hi, Charlotte!" Tina said.

"When Petsy said medical thing, I thought like you were getting your appendix out. Tits? Big tits? How in the fuck?"

"Maximizer. It's this whole new thing!" Tina exclaimed.

"Katie, can I get Maximizer?" Megan asked, cupping her small tits.

"You don't need Maximizer," Katie snapped. "Your… your boobs are fine."

"Jesus, Tina," Charlotte said. "Those are… Jesus!"

"Feel them!" Tina said and grabbed Charlotte's hand, tugging up her top and putting her coworker's hand on her tits.

"Tina!" Katie snapped.

"Holy shit! They're totally real," Charlotte exclaimed.

From across the shop came a pair of male groans. Charlotte continued to squeeze Tina's tits until Katie finally intervened, pulling her hand off them and tugging down Tina's top.

"Okay. Okay," Katie said. "We're all very impressed. Tina, great boobs. Really. There's work to do. When you clock in, could you and Tina start rounding up orders?"

"Got you, boss," Charlotte said. "You go through the customer messages."

Katie blushed and said, "A few."

"And?"

"I've been a little busy."

Charlotte glanced at the Bronco.

"Oh," she said. "You have a little ride?"

Katie shuffled her feet and said, "Yeah."

"Me, too!" Megan cried. "I got the high score. Six!"

"Not bad," Charlotte said.

"Katie made me stop. I could have gone higher. We need three more videos. Do you guys want to do it?"

"Sure!" Tina said.

Charlotte looked at the machine again and said, "I… I can't right now. It's a… a bad time."

"Maybe tomorrow," Megan said.

"Maybe tomorrow for you, too, Tina," Katie said. "Honestly, I don't know if Petsy's heart could handle another round."

Charlotte glanced in Petsy's direction, bent over the counter, and whispered, "Don't know if his cock could take it, more like."

"Charlotte!" Katie snapped.

Charlotte shrugged and wiggled her bottom. Katie threw up her hands. Tina flipped Charlotte's collar and asked, "When do I get mine?"

Her coworkers all fell silent. Megan then said, "Oh, I've got it." They looked her way. "Tina's pet name. You're absolutely Tits."

"Megan!" Katie snapped.

"Yes!" Tina cried. "Tits!"

Petsy and the customers once again looked across the shop. Megan removed a new jar from beneath the counter, wrote out a label, and placed it with the others. Tits.

"I need a photo for the website," she said. "And then we should all take one together."

Tina struck a pose, cupped her melons, and Megan took the photo.

"Right," Charlotte said. "So, about those customer requests."

Katie sighed. "Fine. We've still got a bit before Megan and I leave."

They began going through the messages, tallying tips, and sorting out the requests that went with the orders. While they were still mostly tame, there were a few lewd requests. They traded off taking photos of each others' cleavage, upskirt shots, and one of Megan and Katie together, poised for a kiss.

Katie, however, refused to take topless photos and wouldn't allow Megan to do it either. While Megan pouted a bit, she listened. An order with a $200 tip for Charlotte came with a request for her wet panties.

She slid them off and slipped them into a plastic baggie, which earned her a rebuke from Katie.

"Charlotte!" Katie said.

"What?"

"You can't work without panties!"

Charlotte frowned. "Why not?"

"You're wearing a mini skirt. Like a mini mini skirt!"

"And?"

"You can't do that. Everyone can see your…"

"Puss?" Megan suggested.

"Twat?" Tina added.

"Cunt?" Charlotte said.

Katie blushed. "You can't," she said again.

"Who says?"

"Me. I'm the manager," Katie reminded her.

"But not the boss," Charlotte said, wagging her finger. "Let's ask the man."

"Don't—" Katie said.

"Petsy," Charlotte shouted across the shop. The old man looked their way, as did two customers. "Do I have to wear panties to work here?"

Petsy looked puzzled by the question, then shrugged and said, "You wear what you like. You don't wear what you don't like. Makes no difference as long as customers happy."

Charlotte looked smugly at Katie, who shook her head and rolled her eyes, saying, "You are such a…"

"Weirdo?" Megan suggested with a giggle.

"Showoff?" Tina added.

"Slut?" Charlotte said.

"Jesus Christ," Katie grumbled. "You realize Lucas is going to look up your skirt, right?"

"Eh. Let 'em look. It'll be good for him."

They all glanced toward the back room, but Lucas did not emerge.

"Let's pack it in, Megs," Katie said. "You can get Tina on the Bronco tomorrow."

"Oh, goodie!" Tina said.

Double Trouble

Charlotte watched the two sisters leave with renewed curiosity about their situation. Katie was a puzzle that her mind wouldn't let go of. She was pushing Katie's buttons intentionally, acting a bit more brazen with her sexual carelessness, but it wasn't clicking. Katie was still snappy and prudish with her words.

However, for all of Katie's complaints about the increasingly sexualized atmosphere in their workplace, her actions ran counter to her words. Katie had ridden the Bronco. She'd let her sister ride it. They'd recorded it.

Katie had allowed Megan to take sexy photos of her cleavage and up her skirt and sent them out to customers for tips. She'd been vocal about Charlotte going without panties, yes, but that tell-tale flush of arousal was one Charlotte knew well. It was one she wore most of the time. Katie was hot over all of it, even though she wouldn't admit it.

She leaned over the counter and watched the two of them depart the shop, her naked cunt wagging toward the back room. Tina sat on one of the stools, shifting back and forth, making quiet moans.

"Do you think they're doing it?" she asked.

"Who?" Tina asked.

"Megan and Katie."

"Megan and Katie? I don't think so. Why?"

"Yeah, I guess you've been gone a while. I think they're doing it."

Tina watched the door shut and the two girls walk away through the shop windows. "Yeah. I'm sorry I missed out on so much."

"It's been a ride," Charlotte said and looked at the Bronco. "Kind of cool, though. The place has really livened up. They look great by the way. Your tits."

Tina glowed. "Right?"

Petsy rounded the counter, stopped, and looked at Charlotte's aroused cunt, winking from beneath the skirt. Tina followed the old man's eyes. Charlotte glanced her way and winked. The old man placed himself between them and placed his hand on Charlotte's ass.

Tina's eyes widened as he pulled out a twenty and pushed it down Charlotte's top. She grinned at Tina. Petsy did not remove his hand.

"You are feeling well, Tina?" he asked.

His fingers slid between Chartlotte's slit and slipped through her honeyed channel. Her boss was molesting her in front of Tina. Oh, shit! He was actually doing it! The old fucker was nearly finger fucking her cunt right there! Charlotte wiggled her bottom and the tip of his finger slipped into her pussy.

"Oh, I'm great!" Tina said. "What do you think?"

She pulled up her top and Petsy groaned audibly. Tina took his hand and put it on her tits, saying, "Feel them! Aren't they the best?"

Charlotte worked to suppress a fit of delirious giggles. The old man had a handful of Tina's huge tits and was now knuckle-deep in her twat. It was probably more action than he'd had in decades.

"They… they are very… very soft," Petsy stammered. "Very big. Very soft."

"The clinic said they'd give a referral discount to anyone else if they want to get their tits done," Tina said as Petsy continued groping her tits.

As there seemed to be no immediate rape coming from Petsy, Charlotte stood up and stretched, dislodging the old man's finger from cunt. He was red as a stoplight when she glanced at his other hand, still full of Tina's tits. He quickly pulled it away. Charlotte took his other hand and stuck his finger into her mouth, sucking off her nectar. She didn't think a person's skin could go that shade of red.

"I'm going to unload that pallet," she said, dropping his hand. "Tina, do you mind starting on picks?"

Tina pulled down her top, humped the stool for a second longer, and nodded. "Yeah," she said. "You out for today, Petsy?"

The old man looked frazzled and confused.

"Petsy?" Tina said again as he watched Charlotte walk away.

"Hm?"

"Are you leaving?"

"Oh. Yes. I go."

Tina leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for the time off. I'm sorry it was right when things got busy."

"Oh. Is good. You have large breasts and you are happy. Is good."

"I am! You can play with them if you want to. It feels really good."

"I—"

Tina flounced past and began building a pick list. Petsy stumbled past, stopped, pulled out another bill, and tucked it into Tina's cleavage.

"Oh! Thanks!"

In the back room, Charlotte passed by Lucas, who sat at Petsy's work table, removing screws from a laptop.

"Hey, Lucas," she said as she passed.

Lucas jumped, dropped the screwdriver, and had to bend to pick it up.

"Uh, hey— hey, Charlotte," he stammered. He looked at her tits, then at her legs, and added, "You… you look really nice."

"Thanks." She leaned over the work table, giving Lucas a shot down her top, which he took. "Sam said she'd do your buddy's party."

"Oh! Oh, thanks. That's really nice. Really nice of her."

Charlotte stood and flapped her skirt as if to cool herself, which provided Lucas a quick shot of her nude mound.

"She's all about the money. I think stripping for a bunch of Christian guys kind of gets her off, too."

Lucas managed a weak smile and said, "Um, yeah. I know it's… it's not exactly what God wants but I think it's okay to experience what life offers. In moderation."

"That's a very positive outlook, Lucas," Charlotte agreed.

She turned to go but Lucas added, "Do you think you'll come?"

Charlotte turned, shrugged, and said, "I don't know. Not really my thing. I like my parties a little wilder. No offense."

"Oh. Right. Yeah," Lucas said, chuckling. "I guess a girl like you would like it wild, huh?"

"A girl like me?"

"No! I didn't mean— I wasn't like saying— I wasn't calling you a… a…" he looked at her tits, bearing the name Harlotte, "a harlot," he finished. "I just mean you're pretty. Like really pretty. You probably go to a lot of parties with other pretty girls. Women! Pretty women. Not like Pretty Woman like the movie. I don't mean you're a— not that kind of girl. Not like—"

"Lucas!"

"What?"

"Thank you."

Lucas sat momentarily stunned until he managed to say, "You're welcome?"

"I have work to do."

"Yeah. Oh, yeah. Right. It's time for me to clock out."

"Later," Charlotte said.

She pulled a box cutter from the bucket nearby and bent over the pallet, slicing through the plastic. Lucas made a noise as she flashed him her bare cunt. Grinning to herself, she continued stripping away the plastic wrap on the pallet as Lucas haltingly attempted to gather his things and leave. This took a few minutes until Charlotte stood up again and tore the plastic off the pallet.

He practically ran through the doorway, right into Tina as she rounded the corner.

"Oh!" he cried. "Um, sorry. Sorry, Tina. Oh, wow!"

"You like them?" Tina asked.

"They're— You're— I— Oh, wow!"

Charlotte clapped her hand over her mouth as Tina pulled up her top and grabbed Lucas' hand.

"Feel them! Aren't they great?"

"Oh!" Lucas cried. "Oh, my! They're—"

"Right?"

Lucas squeezed her tits for a moment before he realized what was happening, then quickly pulled his hand away. He clutched the cross around his neck and hurried away. Tina pulled down her top.

"I see prayers of forgiveness for the sin of masturbation in that one's future," Charlotte quipped as Tina collected a package basket and three sets of cables.

"If God didn't want men to grab big boobies, he wouldn't have created Maximizer!" Tina said.

"I don't follow the logic, but I agree with the sentiment," said Charlotte as she loaded boxes of hard drives onto a cart.

***

As afternoon wore into the evening, traffic in the shop increased. There was another change in the customers now. They weren't simply there to buy the shop's goods and ogle the girls. They were simply coming in to hang around, look at the girls, and chat them up.

There were questions about the Bronco, which neither Charlotte nor Tina were able to answer. Some made requests for them to ride it, which Charlotte had to decline. It was not that she was averse to riding the Bronco. Having seen girls ride one before, she knew that the Bronco would inevitably make her orgasm. Probably a lot.

While Charlotte did want to orgasm—badly—she also had rules to obey. Her rapist was keeping her in a state of denial, craving the next encounter. If she rode the Bronco, it would be a clear violation of the rules, and somehow, she knew the man would know. He wouldn't rape her again if she got off on the Bronco, and that was more important.

That did not, however, stop Charlotte from doing her share of cockteasing. It was doubtful that any of the men in the shop were going to rape her, but if they did it would be for the best. The man said she could cum from rape. He hadn't explicitly stated it had to be from him raping her. If someone else did it, that would be okay.

Charlotte was, therefore, happy to let the customers feel her up. She let them slide their fingers under her skirt and feel her cunt. She took photos with them and flashed her tits. She did not, however, give in to any of the requests for her number or accept the invitations for dates. Charlotte had no interest in dates or courting. Charlotte only had eyes for a good pervert and rapist. None of these men were willing to go there, and so, they left with hard-ons and pictures of her tits to jerk off to later, as they recalled how wet her cunt felt on their fingers.

Tina's behavior was both surprising and arousing. A week ago, she'd been a shy, reserved sort of girl. Tiny Tits Tina hadn't been exuberant or flirty. She'd been quiet and nervous.

Now that Tina had an enviable rack, all of that had changed. She bared her tits shamelessly, inviting customers to have a feel, to tug on her nipples, and shocking them all with how easily she could orgasm. Charlotte had to admit a twinge of envy. Tina's sensitivity was something else.

The first time she went off, the whole shop went quiet. It happened as a young man palmed one of her tits and took a selfie with her. From that point on, it became a regular and frequent occurrence. The whole place lined up for a turn, and soon Tina had to drag out one of the stools and sit on it as the line of customers groped her tits.

The tips poured in, the donation jars filled, and Tina rubbed her cunt on the stool as men squeezed her melons. She burned bright red and her skin was glazed with sweat as a dozen men took turns fondling and groping her jugs. Eventually, Charlotte decided to put a stop to it. It was getting out of hand, so to speak.

While the fantasy of Tina being gang-raped in the shop was certainly a delightful one to toy with, the reality of it happening was something else. Now had it been her alone on the receiving end of that gang rape, it might have been a different story. However, she was not going to let it happen to Tina.

"Alright," she shouted as the last man in line had his turn. "That's enough for now."

The milling crowd grumbled.

"This isn't a titty club," Charlotte said. "You've all had a little fun but we'll be closing soon. Make your final purchases, please."

She tugged Tina's top down over her tits to groans of disappointment.

"Go in the back and check the doors, please, Tina," she said, helping her off the stool.

Tina tottered away, flushed and glowing as Charlotte rounded on the crowd.

"Last call!"

After successfully clearing out the stragglers, she locked the front door early and turned out the sign. Tina stood behind the counter, grinning stupidly.

"Jesus, girl," Charlotte said. "What are you trying to do? Get gangbanged?"

"Oh, I don't think they would have done that," Tina said. "They were just having some fun with the girls."

"They were about to start shoving meat in all your holes. What's the deal?"

Tina cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's up with you sharing those big melons with anyone who asks for a turn?"

Tina looked confused. "That's what they're for. Big tits are fun. Everyone loves big tits. They like to look at them, play with them, fuck them, cum on them."

"Whoa! Listen to you! You get a set of whoppers and suddenly you're ready to take all comers? Spill it, sister."

She pulled up another stool, sat down, and immediately pushed it away again.

"Christ, those things are dangerous," she muttered.

Tina slid her cunt along the stool and said, "I know. I want one at home."

Charlotte lightly slapped her face.

"Hey!"

"Focus, Tina. Seriously, what's your deal? A week ago, you practically hid in the corner when a guy looked your way."

"Well, I didn't have tits a week ago," Tina reminded her. "You don't know what it's like. You have a nice pair."

"Okay. I get it. You're excited to show them off. Just keep it reasonable. I don't have the strength to fight twelve horny dudes when their dicks take control of their brains."

"Alright, Katie," Tina said, rolling her eyes.

Charlotte scoffed. "Yeah. Channeling Katie. Whatever. I just don't want you getting hurt."

"Aw," Tina said and hugged her. "Are we besties now?"

"Nah. Fucked up chicks like me don't have friends, honey."

Tina let her go. "Well, thanks. I know it got a little crazy. Sorry."

"Sure. Why don't you pack it in? I'll close up."

Tina nodded and slid off the stool, leaving a wet film on the seat.

"Charlotte?"

"Hm?"

"I'll be your friend."

Charlotte laughed. "Whatever, Tits. Get going. We're not gonna make nail appointments and get our hair done."

Tina kissed her cheek. "The offer stands. Everyone should have a friend."

"I'll walk you out. Make sure none of those guys are waiting to stuff you in the trunk."

"Like that would ever happen around here," Tina said as they walked to the door.

"Right. As if," Charlotte agreed as she eyed the darkening parking lot.

She stood in the doorway until Tina made it into her car, then watched her drive away. A short time later, she locked the door and left, as well. There was no van waiting. No one put her in a trunk. Her car was devoid of rapists or messages.

There was, however, a full bottle of jizz sitting in front of her door when she arrived home.

***

Samantha's scream startled Charlotte awake and she clawed her way out of her sheets.

"Sam?" she called as she clicked on the light and stumbled toward the door, wiping sleep from her eyes.

The two men grabbed her as soon as she walked out of her bedroom, one of them clapping a gloved hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist. The second took hold of her legs and they carried her, wiggling and screeching toward the coffee table. A third man had Samantha on the couch, pushing a gag into her mouth.

In the dim light of a single floor lamp, Charlotte could see the wide-eyed terror on her sister's face. It matched her own. She kicked back at the man holding her legs as they slammed her onto her back on the coffee table. The man holding Samantha sat her upright and sat beside her. A taser crackled by her ear and she whimpered as she shut her eyes.

The man took her hand and placed it on her cunt. Charlotte stopped kicking. The man holding her legs spread them apart and tugged her toward the edge of the table. The second man removed his hand from her mouth and began strapping her arms to the legs of the table.

Charlotte trembled as she looked from the man to Samantha. Her sister's fear faded as, together, they realized what was happening. Her arms were now bound to the table legs.

Charlotte did not know if any of the masked men were the man, but the one about to have her first seemed about the right size. His partner, now free from holding her, held a phone camera in his hand, trained down on Charlotte's tits. Across her shirt were the words, "Free Use."

The camera panned down her body, capturing her naked and aroused fuck hole.

"Ask for it," said the man standing between her legs.

Charlotte looked at Samantha, whose fingers twitched against her panties. She looked back at the man.

"Please," she said.

The man pulled out his cock and wagged it at her.

"Ask for it."

"Please," she said again. "Please… rape me."

Samantha rubbed her cunt. The man sitting with her squeezed her tits. While the camera centered on her face, the man between her legs chuckled and said, "You're a disgusting slut."

He pushed his cock into Charlotte's needy cunt, folding her legs back painfully, and began to slam it into her. His accomplice moved in, panning the camera down her body as he pulled up her top and pulled hard on her tits.

"Ow!" Charlotte hollered and the man slapped her tits.

"Fucking rape hole," he said in his weird robotic voice.

Charlotte barely heard. She'd been waiting for a week and it was finally happening! She'd been good. She'd followed every command. She'd even sent the letters. The man was rewarding her compliance with the raping she needed.

Fuck, it hurt! Her legs burned as he folded them back. Her tits hurt as his partner pulled on them and slapped them. The shame in Samantha's eyes as she rubbed her cunt to the sight of her sister's violation hurt. The twisted pleasure of what she was hurt; a broken, needy slut, who craved being used.

But it felt so good. It felt so, so good to finally feel that pain again, to experience the rush of uncertainty and the loss of control. The fear sparked the fire and like a lit Molotov cocktail, Charlotte went off. The days of denial and the man's constant games had finally paid her with that mixture she so needed.

"Oh, fuck!" she shouted. "Please! Please rape me! Oh, fuck!"

Their laughter and jeers were like the sweet words of a lover. A normal girl would kick and fight, hot with anger at those words. Not Charlotte. She was damaged goods. The words were like a love poem.

"Stupid little fuck slut," the man said as he pounded his cock into her through her orgasm. "Good for nothing but taking cock."

"Fuck her hard," said another. "Show that rape slut what she's built for."

The third slapped her tits painfully as he, too, pulled out his cock.

"Oh, fuck," Charlotte squealed.

Stupid. Stupid little fuck slut. That's what she was. She and Samantha both, playing dangerous games with people who cared nothing for them beyond pleasuring their members with wet holes.

There was no way any of this ended well. They were piling trauma on top of trauma, like addicts chasing a feeling they both knew they'd never be able to get. It was the danger, though, not knowing, that gave them the greatest pleasure.

"Tell her what she is," the man on the couch said to Samantha.

Samantha whimpered. She sniffled. The taser crackled. Samantha rubbed her cunt more furiously and said, "A… a rape slut."

Charlotte gasped as the man in her cunt stuffed his length into her and groaned. The man recording her pushed his dick into her mouth, gripped the back of her head, and mercilessly fucked her throat until his partner had finished emptying his balls.

When he pulled out, he took the place of the man on the couch, taking the taser and putting his arm around Samantha. They might as well have been a couple, watching a romcom with a bowl of popcorn for all the care he showed. She heaved up spit as the man in her mouth pulled his wet cock out of her mouth and plunged it into her used cunt.

"Give me another one, rape slut," he said as he hammered his prick into her squishing depths.

Charlotte grunted and shook, her legs on fire as he pushed them further back. The third man tipped her head back and pushed his prick into her throat, spit-roasting her as the man on the couch held the camera on her.

"Guys are loving the live show," he said.

Charlotte glurked and grunted as they pounded into her from both ends, the pleasure building toward another tremendous release. Live show. All the cameras were broadcasting her rape to My Favorite Rape Hole. Men were watching, jerking off to the site of her taking the cocks of three rapists. They were beating it to Samantha, rubbing her twat as she watched masked strangers use her sister.

It was disgusting. She was disgusting. The man bottomed out in her slick fuck hole and added his jizz to her insides. Charlotte humped his prick and came.

In some dim part of her awareness, Samantha moaned. They all laughed. The sound of her squishy, cum-filled cunt echoed in her head as the third man continued to fuck her skull.

A sudden warm wash of cum filled her throat as the last man pumped his load into her tummy. The man on the couch stood up and grabbed Samantha by the hair, dragging her from the couch.

"No!" she cried. "No! Please!"

Only they did not rape her. Instead, the man in Charlotte's cunt pulled his cock out and slapped it across Samantha's face. The man with the camera took a photo. Then they pushed her face into Charlotte's used pussy, wrapped her tired legs around Samantha's head, and held her there until she began to lick.

"Clean up my rape hole," said the cameraman. "I want that pretty pussy fuck-ready when I come back."

Without another word, they slipped out the door into the night. Samantha, trembling on her knees, continued to lick until she was sure her sister was completely clean. They were watching. They would know.

Bump in the Night

Brian was equal parts thankful and disappointed when he did not have to spend another session groping his daughter's tits. This mix of feelings was an unfortunate one, as Brian was a dutiful, supportive, and caring father. He did not want to see Tina or her tits as a source of sexual gratification.

That was difficult, however, because Brian was constantly looking at and feeling Tina's tits. Not only were Tina's tits consistently in his face and in his hands, but Laura had become somewhat enamored with the ease at which Tina orgasmed from the stimulation to her breasts. That very night, Tina even mentioned the implants to her mother, indicating a steep "referral discount" that Laura could use to get her own implants.

This, also, Brian had mixed feelings about. On one hand, Brian loved his wife's tits. He loved his wife's pleasure and making her cum.

On the other hand, he had seen how much the implants had changed Tina's attitude and openness toward anything sexual. If Laura were also to have pleasure implants in her tits, how would it change Laura? His wife was already a very sexual woman, open-minded, and enjoyed having fun in bed. Brian was not against this in any capacity.

The issue was how fixated she had become recently on her Daddy complex. Brian considered himself a good father and provider. Laura's Daddy complex was something that had served him well during their relationship, as it was an aspect of her sexuality that he shared. Brian liked being a Daddy. He liked being a man in charge of his household, looked up to, respected, and obeyed.

In recent days, Laura's Daddy complex had been a nightly staple of their bedroom play. It was not that Brian took issue with the Daddy talk. Brian liked the Daddy talk. The problem was that Brian liked the Daddy talk much more recently than he had in the past. He also understood why that was, and it had to do with his constant exposure to Tina's tits.

His own decidedly unfatherly reaction to Tina's tits was an understandable one. He realized that. Getting a hard dick while one had a handful of tits and an earful of female orgasms was natural. When an attractive young woman with huge tits grabbed and stroked one's hard dick, it was also natural to imagine pushing that hard-on into that young woman's tight, warm, wet holes.

The problem with this natural reaction was that Brian felt guilty for having it. In this, his wife's more liberal attitudes toward sexual matters, and his own more conservative ones did not exactly mesh. Unfortunately, Brian was also a man with a love for large, soft, pliable, sexy melons.

It was this mix of guilt, arousal, and confusion that drove Brian from the warmth of his bed, next to a nude woman with large tits, and into the hallway. The hallway was dark and quiet, and Brian needed a drink. His path led him past Tina's door, which was shut.

However, when he passed by the door, he heard a noise. It was noise he had come to know well, despite all his efforts. It was the sound of Tina's highly arousing and cock-hardening orgasm.

The sound was muffled but unmistakable. It made Brian pause. It made his dick hard, even though he'd recently pleasured it with Laura's tits and mouth only a few hours ago.

Brian knew he should pass by the door, get his glass of water, and return to his bed. His wife was there. Her tits were there. She might even forgive him or welcome him in his use of those tits to alleviate his erection.

However, Brian did not simply pass by. He paused and looked back at his own door. Then he looked at Kevin's door. Both were shut. The sound of Tina's pleasure continued, muffled as if by some obstruction.

Brian put his ear to the door, and though the sound was still muffled, it became clearer. Another sound, that of wet squishing, joined Tina's moans of pleasure. The sounds, together, created an image of Tina playing with herself. She was playing with her very wet, very excited pussy.

It was the third sound, however, that caused Brian to touch his cock in the darkness. It was a long exhale of breath. It was a decidedly male exhalation, combined with a carnal growl of desire. The sound was akin to one he had made many times while driving his cock into his wife. The sound was one of a man having the time of his life, stuffing his hard-on into Tina's excited pussy as she came.

Tina had a boy over. A young man. Tina was a woman. Tina was a very attractive woman with a new set of huge tits, who was eager to show them off and let others play with them. It followed that Tina's excitement over her new breasts would lead to sexual encounters with young men. However, Brian should not be standing outside her door like a pervert, listening in on those encounters and wondering just how good it would feel to have his own hard-on in Tina's sweet young depths.

He had nearly managed to convince himself of this and give in to fatherly guilt when the next sound gave him further pause. It was the sound of Tina's voice, hushed, excited, breathless after enduring one of her explosive orgasms.

"Fuck, Kevin! That was so good!"

Had he been asked to describe the precise feelings he went through when he heard those words, Brian wasn't certain he'd be able to recount them all. The foremost was disbelief. He hadn't heard correctly. His hard dick and his confused thoughts had created some fantastical scenario, in which his son was laying pipe to his own sister.

The young man enjoying Tina's pussy, however, also remarked on the pleasurable sensation of that pussy, and his words left no doubt about what was happening on the other side of the door.

"You want more cock, you hot little sex doll? You want more of your big brother's cock?"

Brian wasn't sure when he'd wrapped his hand around his cock, but he did notice that he was stroking it through his shorts. He pulled it away in shame and attempted to move his foot. He needed to flee. It was imperative that he not stand outside this door and listen to his children's incestuous tryst.

His feet, however, were in disagreement. They remained unmoving as Brian shook in the darkness with his hand poised to once again stroke his cock.

"Fuck your sex doll," Tina said excitedly. "Fuck your slutty sex doll sister!"

Sex doll? The image came unbidden. Brian pictured his daughter's enhanced body with her huge tits. They were out of proportion to her otherwise slim frame. He'd thought that from the first. They were simply tits that were too large for a girl that size. They… they made her look like a sex doll.

This raised questions, which Brian was forced to confront as he stood in the hallway. Had Tina selected tits that large because she wanted others to view her as a sexual plaything? Was his daughter that kind of girl? Had Kevin and Tina been carrying on a sexual relationship even before her enhancement? Had Kevin had some influence on Tina's decision to go that big?

These questions led to more questions and a swirl of confusing and frightening feelings. First, why was his cock so hard and why was he standing here? He should be barging into the room and putting an immediate stop to this. Second, why did he experience a burning pang of jealousy? Why should Kevin get to feel Tina's warm, wet, gripping pussy around his cock?

This led to a rationale. Kevin had paid for Tina's tits. They might have made some sort of arrangement, by which Kevin would be repaid for his kindness through incestuous sexual activity. Brian's logic center said this was the case. His fatherly instinct said this was wrong, morally wrong.

In the next second, he became ashamed of himself. He was gripping his erection, listening to his son pump his erection into Tina's pussy, and instead of disgust, he felt curious. He felt excited. He wanted to know what it felt like, too.

He was an awful person and a failure as a father. He should do something about this to regain his dominance over the household. That, however, would require that Brian have the most uncomfortable confrontation of his life. He couldn't do it.

On the other side of the door, Tina's moans became muffled again. Brian imagined what was happening. Kevin had his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, or perhaps she'd muffled herself. Whatever the case, the sounds of excited young man flesh slapping against wet, horny girl flesh resumed.

Brian then experienced panic. How long had he been standing here? How long had he been gone from bed? Laura could wake up and come out at any moment. Laura would catch him, in the hallway, listening to Kevin fuck his sex doll sister. Oh, God! He'd thought it! He'd thought of Tina as a sex doll!

There was only one thing to do. Brian peeled himself away from the door, hurried back to his room, and shut the door. He carefully climbed back into bed.

He lay with his heart thudding in the dark, staring at the ceiling, making a conscious effort not to touch his raging erection. He could no longer hear the sound of hot, passionate, incestuous fucking. Only he could hear it. It was in his head, in his thoughts, and it wouldn't go away. He could hear it.

Laura shifted in her sleep, hummed happily, and rolled over onto him. Her tits pressed against his side. Her arm slid around him. She nuzzled his neck and her breath was hot against it. She kissed his neck.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered.

Brian's cock twitched under the covers.

Surrender

Katie did not want to stop at the mall. Katie wanted to go home, take a nap, and forget about how slutty her pussy was. Megan, however, wanted to visit the mall and buy a collar and shirt for Tina.

"We're all going to be at the shop tomorrow," she said. "We need to get lots of pics and some video of all the Pets in uniform."

Katie grudgingly agreed to make a stop at the mall. Katie's reluctance to enter the mall was not entirely due to her weariness after multiple orgasms on the Bronco and a full day of dealing with customers. It was also because she wore a short, pleated mini skirt and a barely-there tight top emblazoned with the words "Kans". Megan, likewise, wore a pink leather mini skirt and a tit-hugging top with the red block letters, "BDSM" on the front.

While these "uniforms" were—somehow—appropriate for her workplace now, she didn't feel they were appropriate for a large public space like a mall. People were going to think she was a slut at best and a hooker at worst. All those people, staring at her legs, her ass, her tits, and imagining what a slutty fuck she must be made Katie hesitant to enter the mall.

In true confusing fashion, however, those same things made Katie feel something else. They made her feel hot and guilty. If she went into the mall and that hot feeling remained, or worse, intensified, what did that say about her? It would mean she was the kind of slut who got a wet pussy from strangers thinking about fucking her, judging her, and imagining she must be some sort of amoral whore that got off on cockteasing.

She could have simply told Megan, "No," and that would be the end of it. Megan might pout a bit, but they'd get past it. Katie didn't do that. Instead, she drove to the mall and parked the car.

While she had nothing to change into, there was at least one step she could take to look slightly less like a cock-crazed fuck doll. She could take off the collar. She was in the process of doing just that when Megan spoke up.

"Aw, don't take it off," she whined.

Katie paused, frowned, and said, "I'm not wearing a collar into the mall, Megs. You can't either."

Megan then did something that Katie did not expect. Megan slid her hand between Katie's legs, right up her skirt, and pressed her fingers against Katie's pussy. Katie, who should have issued a rebuke, instead parted her legs slightly and let her little sister touch her.

Megan leaned over and put her lips very close to Katie's ear, saying, "But I like how it looks on you. It's really sexy."

Megan's fingers pressed against Katie's pussy more firmly, slipping lower and making Katie shiver.

"Katie, it's really sexy," Megan whispered, and then Megan kissed her on the lips.

It was not a simple peck. It was a full-on, wet, sloppy tongue kiss. Instead of being a responsible older sister, and chastising Megan for her uncharacteristic and outright lew display of public affection, Katie instead opened her mouth and let Megan's tongue into it. She whimpered like a hot, needy, degenerate slut and kissed Megan back.

Katie, instead of acting like an authority figure, put her hand on the back of Megan's neck and toyed with her hair. She let Megan continue rubbing her cunt through her panties. Megan broke the kiss a moment later, but she didn't pull away. Her lips remained very close and she looked into Katie's eyes.

"You're puss is so hot, Katie," she whispered. "It's so hot and you look really sexy. Will you wear it? Will you wear the collar for me? I like how it looks."

"Yeah," Katie whispered, her breath coming in short, excited pants as Megan rubbed her cunt.

Megan kissed her again. Katie's insides flipped with a spike of pleasure. This was quickly followed by a wave of further confusion. Why should she be happy for doing what Megan wanted? Especially when what Megan wanted made her feel dirty and slutty? Why had she let her sister touch her pussy and kiss her in the parking lot of a mall?

Megan pulled away again and got out of the car, standing to wait outside. Katie glanced in the mirror. She was absolutely flushed. Once again, she'd acted like a slut. After a few deep breaths, she pushed open the door and joined Megan, who took her hand as they walked into the mall.

***

It did not take long to venture into a single store, acquire a collar, and then wait for a t-shirt to get made. In that brief time, however, Katie experienced another rush of guilty arousal. She'd been right. People stared.

The trip was like a walk of shame, with Katie looking down at the floor and avoiding the gawkers. Megan, however, held her head up and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Megan liked the attention. Megan wanted them to look, to fantasize, and to imagine.

While they waited at the shop, they leaned over the counter together and watched the man heat press the letters onto Tina's skimpy top. Tits. It was wildly inappropriate and probably illegal. All the girls at the shop were being sexualized, and now Tina was going to be part of it, too. Katie had a managerial duty to put a stop to it, but she hadn't. She'd gone along with it, become complicit, and she even got a wet pussy over it.

As if this wasn't bad enough, as she leaned on the counter, Megan occasionally placed her hand on Katie's bottom and giggled as she caressed her. Katie made only token attempts to swat her hand away when it happened, but Megan would simply grin slyly and do it again a moment later. The result was that Katie's cunt was even more excited by the time they left.

Once they were safely back in the car, Megan tossed the bag into the back seat. Before Katie could start the car, her sister once more put her hand between Katie's legs and exclaimed, "Oh, my God! Katie, you're so wet! Like I can feel it!"

Katie looked out the window. Megan took Katie's hand, spread her legs, and pushed Katie's hand between her own legs.

"Me, too," she said. "Feel. I'm like super hot! Isn't it sexy?"

Katie pulled her hand away but Megan followed up with another kiss that had Katie moaning into her sister's mouth for over a minute.

"Did you see them all?" Megan asked as she finally allowed Katie to start the car. "They were all looking! Everyone thought we were the hottest thing. We were, right?"

As guilty as Katie felt over her wet cunt, Megan's excitement was a bit infectious.

"Yeah, Megs," she agreed. "You need to be careful, though."

"Why? It was so fun."

"Well, what we do at home is—" Was what? She couldn't call it abnormal, though it was. That would countermand both her own justification, and also Joey's explanation about the normalcy of sisters playing with one another. While she would have been happy to blow Joey's story away, it would also create problems with her own story. "It's a little much for some people to handle when they see it in public. You know? There are laws against… indecency."

"What's indecent about it?" Megan asked, laughing. "We had our clothes on and everything."

"Yes, but you have to consider how it makes other people feel. Not everyone wants to see what we do. Other people believe different things, and we have to be respectful of that."

Megan sighed and said, "I guess. It was still really sexy."

Katie remained silent as they drove and Megan tapped at her phone. By the time they arrived, however, the day's events had caught up to both of them. Even Megan's eyes drooped before they pulled into the driveway.

"God, I need a nap," she said with a yawn as Katie stopped the car.

"Yeah," Katie agreed.

They trudged into the house, where Joey waited on the couch.

"Hey, Joey," Megan said tiredly.

"Hey, princess—"

Megan waved him off and marched past him with Katie right behind her. Katie wished she had the energy to feel smug about his utterly baffled expression as they ignored him, but she was simply too tired. Instead, the two of them fell into Katie's bed and soon began to snore.

***

The first indication that something was very wrong was the darkness. Even though she'd opened her eyes, Katie couldn't see. She quickly deduced from the feel of the fabric over her eyes, why this was. She was wearing the blindfold.

The second thing wrong was her arms. She couldn't move them. She tugged, but they were fastened to the headboard. When she attempted to do the same with her feet, she found them similarly bound.

A hand closed over her naked breast, a large, calloused hand. Joey. Katie jerked away, which was completely useless. She wasn't going anywhere.

"You know, we haven't had much time lately to just sit and chat. You and me," Joey said from close by.

"Where's Megan?"

Katie had meant to sound defiant and snappy, but she could hear the fear in her quavering voice.

"She wanted to go over to her friend's place for a while. It's just you and me, honey."

"I'm not a honey," Katie snapped. "Let me go."

"Nah. You and I should chat," Joey said as he squeezed her tits.

"No, we shouldn't. Just do it. Fuck my tits or my mouth and go away."

Joey chuckled. "Not tonight, sweetie. I'm not forcing anything on you. Tonight, you're going to ask me for it."

"No."

"Do you know why you're going to ask for it?"

"I'm not."

Joey slid his hand down her body, making Katie tremble involuntarily as his palm ran down her tummy and he slid a finger into her slit. He rubbed it gently, pulled it away, and smacked his lips as he sucked her wetness off his finger.

"Because, you're a slut, Katie. Just like your mother. Like your sister."

"I'm not," Katie protested and it came out far less confidently than she'd intended.

"No? Let's recount the facts."

He returned to stroking his finger through Katie's wet slit as he said, "Whose idea was it to start making out with her sister?"

Katie did not respond.

"Why haven't you told Megan about us?" he asked.

"She won't believe me," Katie said. "You fucking brainwashed her."

Joey chuckled and said, "Not much brain to wash there. No. You're wrong. She loves you. More now than ever before. That horny little bimbo loves her big sister. You haven't told her because you don't actually want it to stop. You just can't justify it to yourself because you think you're a good girl."

"No. You're an asshole, and I want you to stop."

Joey withdrew his finger from her slit. Katie did not feel the relief she thought would come with that. Instead, she felt deprived. Why did it have to feel good?

"Here's the truth, Katie," he said. "A girl who wants it to stop puts a stop to it. Hell, you're making good money now I bet. I'll wager you could go and get your own place right now. Maybe a little one, but it would be all yours. You might even have a fair chance at getting Megan to go with you. Why don't you?"

"She won't do it. You fucking brainwashed her into thinking you're some kind of hero."

"Yeah, maybe a bit," he admitted. "You haven't actually tried, though, have you?"

Katie remained silent. Outside of making a suggestion, she hadn't.

"Why not?" Joey asked. Katie still didn't respond. Joey continued, "Just this week, you've licked out your sister's cunt. You let her lick yours. You let her vibe your twat until you came, got tied to a coffee table, and sucked cock twice in front of her. You honestly think you did all that perverted shit out of some righteous sense of duty? You're saving a hot-to-trot little fuck doll from getting stuffed full of old Joey's cock? That's what you tell yourself, right?"

"You… you drugged us," Katie spat. "You put that stuff in the food and it made me act like that."

Joey laughed again. "Girl, you haven't had a dose of that stuff since that first night. Everything else was you."

"You're a liar," Katie snapped. "And you made me wear that… that belt!"

"That I did," Joey agreed. "Made you wear a belt that kept your little pussy horny all day. What did you do about it?"

"I couldn't do anything," Katie said in frustration.

"Wrong. You're a big girl, Katie. Cut through that leather and take it off. Ask someone to help. Sure, I'd have paddled your ass for it, but you remember what happened the last time I spanked you? Got wet, didn't you?"

Katie turned her head away.

"Point is, you go on, day after day, convincing yourself that you're just 'enduring' all this for Megan's sake. Truth is, you like it. You're one of those sluts that likes the humiliation, the control. You need that. You don't want to go out there, date some nice boy who buys you flowers and calls you pretty. You want to be made to do the shit that really gets you off."

"I don't," Katie protested.

"No? Let's see about that. You know what's most important to a slut? Her cunt. A slut will do anything to make her cunt happy. You're learning that. Sure, she feels ashamed about it because she sees these bullshit Christians and their morals saying she should be, but that's not real. What's real is what your cunt wants."

The sound of the vibrator buzzing filled the room. Joey set it between her legs and pressed it against her cunt. Katie whimpered as it teased her wet lips.

"Now, how long did it take the last time before you wanted to beg to cum? Minutes? And what were you willing to do to make it happen?"

Katie clenched her teeth.

"You opened your mouth and sucked my cock like it was your only hope, didn't you? You did it right in front of Megan, and you didn't even bat an eye when that little bimbo put her lips around it, too. Did you?"

Katie shuddered. The vibrations pulsed through her cunt. Joey slowly removed the blindfold and straddled her chest, placing his cock above her lips.

"Now, soon as you show me what kind of girl you are, I'll feed this dick to you. You ain't gonna cum, though. No. The only way that wet little pussy is getting relief tonight is if this dick ends up where it belongs. You get me?"

Katie shook her head defiantly but her eyes never left Joey's cock. It was big and hard. She could feel the heat of it close to her lips. Her pussy was so hot.

"Take as long as you need," he said as he stroked his length above her face. "You'll ask for it."

Katie stared defiantly at her stepfather's fat cock as he held it above her lips. The silent standoff continued for long minutes, with Joey patiently waiting as Katie grew increasingly agitated. She began to squirm, gently humping her pussy against the vibrator, which only pushed it away.

Each time it slid out of reach, Joey pushed it back against her cunt, and drew his finger through her slit. Every time, it came away wet, and every time, he put it to her lips and Katie licked it off. Joey didn't ask her to, didn't tell her to, didn't command or threaten her. Katie just did it.

As this continued, she began to sweat, beads of it rolling down her forehead. It was so hard. Joey undid the clasps on her wrists and released them. Katie rubbed them gratefully as she placed her hands around his cock.

She immediately pulled them away as Joey grinned. Then Joey dismounted her chest and undid the straps on her ankles. She was free. She could run.

Katie did not run. The first thing she did was grab the vibrator and push it against her cunt. Joey, however, took it away, gently placed her hands on her tits, and set the vibrator back down against her pussy.

"No," he said. "Not until you ask."

"But—"

"Shh," Joey hushed her and got on his knees, placing his cock inches from her mouth. "Not until you ask," he said again.

Katie looked at his cock, throbbing, hard, inches from her mouth. He was doing nothing to stop her from leaving. He wouldn't. Some part of Katie understood that. Joey wasn't going to grab her, hold her down, and force her to suck him off. He wasn't going to mount her chest and fuck her tits. He was also not going to let her cum if she stayed here, looking at his dick.

That left her with a choice. She could leave. She could get up right now and go masturbate. That's all it would take. A few minutes of rubbing her cunt and she'd be able to do it.

Or she could stay here and let Joey continue to tease her and taunt her, with his cock in her face, until she asked him to fuck her. The choice was a simple one. It was a choice she'd already committed to over and over for weeks.

Laying there, with her cunt leaking and needy, with his dick in her face, though, the choice was far harder than it should have been. Why was it hard? It wasn't even a choice! Her gross stepfather fucking her or her fingers bringing her off. Still, Katie didn't move.

"It's okay," Joey said soothingly, as though he were suddenly a kind and caring stepfather, rather than a rapist and a pervert.

Katie sniffled as she looked at his cock, and a sudden, hot tear rolled down her cheek. The sad reality was that she knew it would feel good. Everything Joey did to her felt good, as much as she tried to deny it. Being tied to the table and teased to the point of tears had felt good. Letting Megan lick her cunt had felt good. Sucking Joey's cock in front of her sister had felt good. It was disgusting but also exciting.

Letting Joey fuck her would feel good. There was no way it couldn't. Asking him to do it, though, meant admitting he was right; she was a slut who only cared about her cunt. She needed to listen to it and make it happy. It controlled her.

"I… I can't," Katie finally said.

Joey nodded. "I know. You need someone or something to blame because it can't be your fault," he said and kindly stroked her hair. "That's why I'm okay with being what you need, Katie. You think it's old Joey just being a rapist prick, but that ain't it. I'm doing it because I love you. I'm taking care of your mom's drunk ass because I care about her, too. Megan? If I let that girl run free, she'd be a gangbang fucktoy within days. You won't believe it, and that's okay, but we're gonna need to take this step together. You need to ask for it."

Katie's hot breath came out in anxious pants against Joey's cock, so close to her mouth that all she needed to do was stick out her tongue. The vibrator buzzed against her pussy, and even through the sound of it, she could hear how wet she was. Everything burned. Her skin was hot, her cunt was hot, her tits were hot.

"Please," Katie whispered, looking up at her stepfather over his fat knob. "I can't. I don't want to."

Joey smiled and stroked her hair again, moving his cock just a little closer.

"That’s why you’re the best kind of slut, Katie. A girl who is one but doesn’t want to be? There’s nothing like it. Megan, now, she’s an obedient slut. You train that one good, and she’ll do whatever you want, any time you want. Doesn’t matter how sick or perverted it gets, because she likes being a slut.

You? The girl who doesn’t want to be? Well, that’s the girl with an addiction. You know what that is?"

Katie gulped and shook her head as she stared down his bobbing prick.

"Your cunt. You’re addicted to how good your cunt feels when you act like a slut, but you never want to blame yourself for how you act. That’s why you’re the best kind of slut. Because, no matter how many times you say you’ll never do it again, you’ll never act that way, you’ll come back. You’ll come back, make a fuss about how it’s not your fault, and you’ll do it again. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching you die inside, over and over and over. That’s my addiction. It’s not your big tits or your wet little pussy, Katie. It’s watching you give in again and again because, no matter how hard you try, or how much you want it, you can’t say no to your cunt. Your cunt wants you to ask for it."

Katie's throat tightened and she choked on a sob. It wasn't fair. But… it made sense. How many opportunities had she had to do something about it? Instead, she'd stayed silent. She'd let Joey use her again and again. Those nights when he'd fucked her mouth or her tits, and he'd left her pussy wet and needy, she hadn't gone to her mother or the police. She'd lay in bed and masturbated until she gave her cunt what it wanted.

"All you have to do is ask, and you can have what you need," Joey said again as he pushed the vibrator against her cunt.

Katie whimpered and humped it slowly as the pleasure built. Her legs shook and she squeezed her tits as the peak began to climb. Before she could reach it, though, Joey set it down, resting against her pussy.

"No," she whined. "Please… I… I need to."

"I know."

Katie opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, tickling Joey's cockhead. Maybe she could do this much. She could suck it, just like she always had. Joey would use her mouth and he'd cum, then he'd go away. She could get herself off after he was satisfied and she wouldn't need to say the words.

She raised her head slightly, just enough to put her lips around his cock. He slid it between them, wetting his length, and then pushed it into her mouth. Katie propped herself up and took him deeper, slowly sliding her lips down his shaft as her tongue played along the underside of his prick.

His hand rested on her head and he said nothing as she sucked him, rhythmically, back and forth, moaning to give him a little extra sensation. She could do it. She was good at this now, and she could make him cum.

Minutes passed, though, and Joey's dick remained as hard as it ever was. He breathed deeply, his hand resting on her head, neither encouraging her nor holding her in place. She worked faster. It had to happen!

"Oh! Oh, my God!" came Megan's voice from the doorway.

"Come in, princess," Joey said. "Katie needs some help. You're just in time."

Katie should have pulled away. She should have shown Megan how reluctant she was to be in this position, with Joey's cock once more in her mouth. She wasn't bound. This was clearly not one of Joey's "lessons". This was clearly their stepfather, naked in bed with her. Katie didn't pull away, though.

Instead, she sucked a little faster, tightening her lips around Joey's prick. She needed him to cum. If he stayed hard, he'd further Megan's perversion.

Even as she thought it, she could hear Joey's laughter in her head. It was the justification he'd mocked her for. She was blaming him for the fact that she'd willingly opened her mouth and sucked his cock. Now here she was, desperate to get him off so she, herself, could turn to Megan. Megan would lick her cunt. She would lick Megan's. They'd both get to cum.

And instead of Joey furthering Megan's perversion, it would be her.

Megan stood beside the bed now, watching her sister suck Joey's cock, while the vibrator buzzed between her legs.

"Did you have a good time?" Joey asked, as if this were just any other Friday night.

"It… I got bored," Megan whispered as she stared at Katie's lips stretched around his prick. "And I was… I got really hot, so I came home."

"Good girl," Joey said. "Do you want to help Katie, and have her help you, too?"

"Yeah," Megan whispered. "Oh, yeah. Can I… Joey, can I take all my clothes off, too?"

"Of course, princess," Joey said. "That's the best way to help."

Katie groaned around Joey's cock as she listened to the rustle of her sister stripping behind her. The bed creaked slightly as she climbed onto it.

"What can I do?" Megan asked.

"Well, we're about to take an important step, honey," Joey said.

"We are?"

"Yeah. Katie did really well without the belt today, right?"

"Uh, huh."

"That means she's getting better. All she has to do is start having a healthy, normal sexual relationship with a man she trusts."

Katie should have pulled her mouth off his cock and protested. Joey was a liar. She should tell Megan that the entire porn story was one of his lies. Megan might believe her.

Katie, however, did not do this. If she did it, there would be debate. Joey would make up something else, and he'd convince Megan that she was the liar. She had a problem. She'd make up anything to be able to play with her cunt.

In this, Joey was not altogether wrong. Right now, Katie wanted her cunt played with. She wanted Megan to lick it again or to be left alone so she could take care of it. Neither of those things was going to happen now, and she knew it.

This left her in the same position she'd been in before Megan's arrival. Leave or stay. Katie didn't leave. Katie stayed and listened to the inevitable words come out of Megan's mouth.

"We trust you, Joey."

"I know, princess. But Katie has to ask for help."

Megan knelt next to her sister and kissed her cheek, which was bulging with Joey's cock.

"Joey, do you think… do you think Mom would be mad? You know, if you helped Katie like that?"

"No. Your mom would understand. She wants what's best for you. That's why she married me. Because she needed help, too."

"Katie, please," Megan said. "I want you to get better. Can you let Joey help? I just know it will feel really good, and we can help you get better."

Katie met her sister's soft, sad, pleading eyes over their stepfather's cock. Something clicked. It was the justification she needed. If she asked for it, if she asked Joey to fuck her, it wouldn't be her fault. She wouldn't be a slut because it wasn't her idea. She'd be doing it for Megan. She'd be doing it to wipe away that sadness, that concern, to make her little bimbo sister happy.

Katie pulled her mouth off Joey's cock. A thick rope of spit clung to her lip, connecting his prick to her. She looked up at him.

"Joey, will you… will you help me?"

Joey stroked her hair and said, "Of course, Katie."

The relief she felt nearly made her begin to cry again. She'd get to cum. Finally, she'd get to cum. She might feel awful afterward, but right now it was more important to make her cunt happy.

"Joey," Megan said, looking up at their stepfather. "Do you think… maybe… I could try it, too? I trust you, and I just want… I want to do it, too."

"Megs—" Katie said.

"Of course, you can, princess," Joey said and kissed her head. Then he looked down at Katie, a smirk playing on his lips. "Katie, what do we need to do when we want help?"

Katie shuddered. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it.

"Oh, I know!" Megan said helpfully. "We help others first."

"That's right," Joey said, beaming proudly.

"So, Katie can help me first? I get to be first, Joey?" she squealed.

"Only if Katie wants to help."

Katie felt as if she'd been slapped. He couldn't mean it. He was turning this around on her? If she refused, Megan would believe she was in the wrong, all thanks to Joey's twisted logic. Twisted logic, which she had helped to perpetuate.

"You'll help, right, Katie?" Megan said, bouncing on her knees.

Her sister's small boobs jiggled excitedly as she bounced, and her bald little V was already glistening with arousal. Katie wouldn't do it. She wouldn't help. Not in the way Joey wanted.

"Come here, Megs," she said as she sat up.

The vibrator slipped away from her cunt when she moved, leaving her wanting more. She gently guided Megan onto her back and parted her legs.

"Let me help," she said and ran her tongue through Megan's slit.

"Oh!" Megan yelped and pumped her hips with delight. "Oh, my God!"

Joey repositioned himself, placing his fat cock above Megan's face. She gasped as she stared up at it.

"Joey, it's… it's really big," she said.

Katie licked and sucked at her sister's cunt. Now it was Megan who needed to cum. She had to get Megan off and cool her jets. Then, she could take Joey's cock herself and make him cum. He'd go away and Megan would be safe for another night.

Joey pushed the vibrator back against Katie's cunt as she licked, making Katie pause for a moment to moan loudly at the sudden pleasure.

"Can I… can I touch it?" Megan asked.

"Of course, princess," Joey said.

Megan's hands wrapped around Joey's prick, coated in Katie's saliva, and she began to pump it with her fists.

"I've never felt like a real one," Megan said. "It's really hot."

As Katie continued to lick, Megan pumped Joey's shaft, but gradually his cock closed the distance. In moments, it was at Megan's mouth. A moment later, she moaned and wrapped her lips around his head.

Katie's cunt burned with need as she listened to the wet sounds of her tongue in Megan's pussy, mingling with the wet sucking of her sister's lips.

"I can't do it like Katie does," Megan finally said, withdrawing Joey's prick from her mouth.

"Katie's very good at it," Joey agreed. "You'll get better, princess. It just takes practice."

"It tastes really good. And it feels good in my mouth."

"It will feel better inside you," Joey said.

Katie groaned. Megan was close to cumming. She could feel it. Even as she pressed her closer, however, Katie knew it wouldn't be enough. She should have known that. Megan had cum six times on the Bronco and wanted to keep going.

Then Joey put his hand in Katie's hair. She stopped licking and looked up.

"I'm ready," Megan said. "Joey, I'm ready to try it."

Joey eased Katie out of the way and got between Megan's legs. His fat cock, slick with spit from both his stepdaughters, looked obscenely large against Megan's mound. Megan's chest rose and fell excitedly as she looked down her body. How many times had she fantasized about this very moment?

"Please, Joey," she whispered.

Joey looked at Katie and said, "Katie needs to help, so we can help her."

Megan fixed her sister with those pleading eyes. Katie gulped. Joey ran his thick head through Megan's wet lips and she jumped. They both looked at Katie expectantly.

"I… I don't—" Katie stammered.

She wouldn't do it. Her cunt wasn't this important. She couldn't do it.

"Please, Katie," Megan said and touched her hand. "Joey will help you, too. You'll get better. It will feel so good."

It would feel good. Katie knew it would feel good. Joey put his hand between Katie's legs and pushed two fingers into her cunt. The delirious pleasure shot up her body, making her shake.

"Family helps each other," he said.

Katie's cunt practically screamed in her head. It wanted her to listen. It wanted her to do it, to act like a slut, to put her hand around Joey's cock and guide it where it needed to go. If she did it, her own pleasure would follow.

Katie reached out her hand and she wrapped it around Joey's prick.

"That's it," Joey said. "Just put it where it needs to, Katie. You're a good helper."

Megan's excited panting sounded so sexy. Katie wanted to sound like that. Her cunt wanted her to sound like that. She angled Joey's cock, placing it at Megan's entrance.

With her hand still around his length, Joey eased forward, spreading Megan's slick lips apart. Her eyes widened and she gasped in breath as her pussy spread for him.

"Joey…" she whispered. "Oh! Oh… my… God…"

Joey held her legs apart. Katie watched with utter fascination as Joey's length began to disappear inside of Megan. Her pussy stretched to take him. Megan's hand shot out and gripped Katie's, holding it tight as their stepfather slowly fed her more of his cock.

"It's… so good," Megan hissed. "Katie… it's so good!"

With half his cock in Megan's gripping cunt, Joey slowly pulled it back. It was covered in her girl cum. He pushed it back in, spreading her open again as Katie watched, silent, shaking, and unable to speak.

Megan arched her back. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her hips humped up and down, her body begging for more cock. Katie put her hand between her legs and stroked her cunt as the silence broke, Megan's cry of pleasure filling the room as she had her first cock-induced orgasm.

Instead of feeling shame at her failure, or burning hatred of Joey, Katie burned with jealousy. That should have been her orgasm. She'd been sucking Joey's cock for weeks, and letting him fuck her tits. She'd been teased, worked up, and was now so hot in the cunt she couldn't think straight.

She was a stupid, stupid slut. It could be her, right now, with that fat cock log in her. She could be feeling what Megan was feeling if she'd just said the words. Joey would have fucked her and he would have cum.

Instead, Megan was getting that pleasure. It was her fault. The moment of jealousy passed, giving way to desperate hope and relief. She'd helped. She'd been a good helper, and now she'd also get to cum.

Joey would make sure she got what she needed. She wouldn't have to ask for it. He'd make her take his cock, and it wouldn't be her fault. It would be his fault.

"Oh, fuck!" Megan cried. "Ah!"

"That's good, princess," Joey said. "Good girl. Cum on Daddy's cock."

Megan continued to writhe and twist, the intensity of her pleasure captivating to watch. Katie needed that pleasure. She deserved it. Her cunt needed it.

As Megan slowly began to come off her high, still shaking, Joey slid his cock back out of her. He let her legs down, holding his fat knob inside of her as he breathed deeply.

"Oh, my God," Megan whispered. "Joey, can I have more?"

"Soon, honey," Joey said. "Don't you want to help Katie?"

Megan nodded, brushing her hair from her face.

"Katie, it's so good," she said. "You'll be all better after you feel Joey's cock. You won't ever want to touch yourself again."

Joey reached over and pulled Katie's hand away from her cunt. Katie stared at his cock, her mind refusing to function, refusing to acknowledge Megan's words. They were true, and she knew that. Once Joey fucked her, it would be easy to let him keep doing it. It would be harder to justify acting like a slut, because she might want to feel it again.

Joey slid his prick from Megan's pussy and she mewled with disappointment. She slowly sat up on her knees, putting her hand on Katie's breast and her lips on Katie's mouth. Her sister's tongue slipped inside and Megan spent a moment just kissing her softly.

"It's going to be so sexy," she finally said as she guided Katie onto her back.

Katie went down, feeling as if she were in a daze. Everything was hot and it was hard to think. Joey took her legs in his hands and spread them apart. When Katie looked down, his dick rested against her pussy.

"Let me help, Katie," Megan said as she wrapped her hand around Joey's prick.

Katie watched in disbelief as the moment she'd been trying to avoid for weeks happened before her eyes. She shouldn't let it happen. She should stop it. She'd lost Megan and failed. All she had to do was get up, and she could save herself from that same fate.

Instead, she let Megan put Joey's cock at her pussy and slide the slick head between her lips. His shiny cock, wet with her sister's cream, parted her folds and pushed inside. Katie bit her lip as she watched him enter her.

Her body jerked as his thick knob spread her open and her pussy closed around his crown. Her hips wiggled. Megan withdrew her hand, showing her just how much cock was left.

"Oh, my God," Megan whispered. "Katie, it's so sexy. It's so, so sexy."

It was sexy. Katie couldn't disagree. Her pussy wouldn't let her disagree. It needed more cock to get what it wanted.

Joey exhaled and pushed his cock deeper, sliding several inches into Katie's warm depths. She gasped loudly and her legs shook in his hands. It felt good, so good, better than she'd feared.

Joey paused with those few inches of cock stuffed inside her and turned his eyes up to meet hers.

"Say the words," he said.

Katie looked down at his cock, ready to give her what she needed.

"Please," she whispered. "Please."

Joey eased forward so slightly, the ridges of his cock sliding against her wet walls. He stopped again, staring her down.

"Please, Joey—" he shook his head. Katie swallowed loudly. "Please… Daddy. Please fuck me," she said.

"Good girl."

Joey slid the whole length of his fat tool into her, bumping against something inside her that made Katie lose her mind. She jerked violently, the pent-up need finally finding its release. Her vision dimmed and someone in her head began to scream.

It was her. She was screaming. She sounded like an animal. Megan moaned loudly in her ear.

"It's so hot," she whispered. "Katie, it's so hot! Oh, fuck! It's so sexy!"

Joey's cock slid back and then plunged into her again and Katie continued to scream. The pleasure exploded as he kept pulling his fat tool back and pushing it in. Her cunt felt so full and she could feel every vein and ridge of his prick as it slid back and forth.

Joey's hand released one of her legs and grabbed Megan by the back of her neck. He guided her down, resting her head on Katie's mound. Katie watched with perverse fascination as Joey's cock thrusts made Megan's head rise and fall.

"I can feel it," Megan said. "Joey, I can feel it inside her. Oh, my God!"

On his next outstroke, Joey pulled his cock from her insides and pushed it into Megan's mouth. Her sister moaned as she sucked Katie's cream off the head of it before Joey pushed it back in. He stroked it back and forth again, building the insane pleasure back up, forcing Katie's cunt to cum again.

Just as she did, Megan's tongue flicked out and began licking at her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Katie cried. "Oh, shit!"

Joey chuckled as he pumped his tool into her through her orgasm. Each successive cum wore her cunt down, though, slowly bringing about clarity and shame. She really was a slut. Joey was right. It was her fault.

As her stepfather pulled his cock out of her and blasted cum across her mound and Megan's squealing face, Katie made herself a promise. She wouldn't do it again. She wouldn't act this way and let her cunt control her. She'd stop acting like a slut.

Then Megan pushed her cummy tongue into Katie's mouth and kissed her. Her sister lay practically on top of her, her tight little ass and welcoming pussy presented to Joey. Megan's kiss broke in a passionate, pleasurable cry.

"Oh! Oh, God! Katie! It's—"

Megan's head fell against her chest and she clung to Katie as Joey pushed his still-hard tool back into her pussy. Joey was fucking her, again, right on top of Katie. Megan raised her head, her mouth open in a gasp of pleasure, her face coated in Joey's semen.

It was sexy. It was so sexy. Katie's traitorous pussy liked the sight of it. She pushed her tongue back into Megan's open mouth and held her sister as she broke the promise she'd just made.

Lucy

Charlotte was light on her feet and glowing. Despite an early shift at the shop and little sleep following her latest gangrape, her spirits were high. She'd finally orgasmed, and it had been wonderful! The man had come through for her. She'd followed the rules, done what he'd asked, and she'd been rewarded with a brutal sexual assault right in front of her sister. Whoever the guy was, she could have kissed him if she'd been forced to.

The shop's lot was full of waiting customers, many of whom catcalled and whistled as she unlocked the door to let herself in. She was feeling so good that she tugged up her skirt and flashed her panties before going inside. Petsy worked behind the counter, prepping the registers.

"Morning, boss," Charlotte said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Petsy replied with a hand on her ass and a squeeze, saying, "Morning rush soon. Is good. You will work register, please."

"Sure thing. Hey, I need to talk to you about something."

Petsy finished slipping cash into the register, closed the drawer, and cocked his head.

"So, customers are getting pretty hands-on around here."

Petsy blushed and said, "Yes. Is problem? You are all getting many tips. Shop does well."

"Oh, no problem," Charlotte said. "I don't mind. Touch away. It's just that things got a little wild with Tina last night."

"Wild?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle, and she wasn't complaining. The opposite. She was pretty into it. It got me thinking, though. It's only a matter of time before someone does get out of hand. When they do, it's going to be trouble for the shop. For you."

Petsy frowned. "Trouble?"

"Like 'I didn't consent to that' kind of trouble."

"Oh! Yes. Trouble," Petsy agreed. "You have suggestion?"

"Not so much," Charlotte said. "I just wanted to bring it up. I mean, I don't mind. They can drag me into the back and have their fun," Petsy's eyes misted over, "but I can't say the same about the other girls."

Petsy nodded and said, "Is good. Thank you. You are good girl, Charlotte."

"Yeah. I am pretty sweet from what I hear."

"I go make a call," Petsy said.

He waddled into the back room, leaving Charlotte to watch the clock for a few minutes until opening.

***

Charlotte's first real experience with the surge in customers had come the night before. She quickly learned that the morning rush was far bigger. Tina came in and alleviated the pressure at ten, however, her appearance also created another bottleneck.

Customers wanted selfies with Tina's tits. They wanted to feel them. They wanted to look at them. They wanted to push tips into her top and donations into her jar.

Tina, flushed, excited, and bouncing, ate up the attention just as she had the night before. While Charlotte still maintained a healthy amount of attention, tips, and donations, Tina was a spectacle. By the time they cleared the morning rush, they also had to clear the donation jars.

"Jesus," Charlotte exclaimed as she finally took a seat on her stool.

Tina did the same and both of them began sliding their cunts along the seats.

"I've never seen it like that," Tina said. "Half of them don't even want to buy stuff. They just want to fool around."

The bell on the door tinkled. A man stepped through the door.

"Oh!" Tina exclaimed.

"Wow," Charlotte muttered.

The man was tall and sporting a well-trimmed goatee. When he removed his sunglasses, it seemed to happen in slow motion. He swept keen and observant eyes over the shop, paused on the two women behind the counter, and flashed them a Hollywood-white smile. Around his neck, he wore a rather garish gold cross. His gaze continued until it landed on Petsy, who embraced the man and put a kiss on either cheek.

"Come," Petsy said. "You meet girls."

The man followed Petsy to the counter and stood towering behind him like a wall of leather and muscle. Charlotte and Tina let out small groans.

"This is Tina and Charlotte," Petsy said. "This is Ivan. He is nephew."

The man nodded.

"Nephew?" Charlotte squeaked.

"Nephew," Petsy said. "He will watch customers for too many hands. He will break hands if you tell him to."

"Break hands?" Tina whispered.

"Ivan had trouble but is better now. He is friend of Jesus."

Ivan lifted the cross to his lips and kissed it.

"Charlotte says you are concerned too many men touch your breasts without asking," Petsy explained. "Ivan makes sure they do not."

"Oh!" Tina said. "Oh, no. I mean, I don't mind. Everyone loves to play with my tits!"

"Ten of them at once is a little much, honey," Charlotte said. "It's not good for Petsy if you get gangbanged during business hours. At least, not against your will."

Tina blinked and said, "I… I hadn't thought about that. Oh, gosh! Petsy, I'm sorry."

Petsy shrugged. "Is good for shop when they touch and look. Is not good if you do not want them to. Ivan makes sure of this. He is friend of Jesus."

Ivan once again kissed the cross. Sliding his sunglasses back on, he stood in the corner and became a statue. Charlotte and Tina shared a look. The bell tinkled again. This time, it was a woman who entered.

She carried a black briefcase, wore a black skirt suit, and her black hair was bound into a ponytail. A confident stride brought her to the counter, where she looked from Charlotte, to Tina, to Ivan, and then to Petsy.

"You're Petsy, I assume?" she said.

"Yes."

The woman stuck out her hand. "Lucy Fir. Capital Property Management. We have an appointment. Don't bother making a joke. I've heard them all."

"I'm sorry," Charlotte cut in. "That's your actual name?"

Lucy slapped her business card on the counter and said, "It's more than a name. It's a reputation. Shall we?"

"This way," Petsy said. "Charlotte. Tina. I will be in meeting."

Tina gave a little salute as Petsy led the woman into the back.

"Doesn't seem like a friend of Jesus," Charlotte quipped.

Ivan kissed the cross. While Tina began working through online orders, Charlotte attempted to question a statue.

"So, Ivan. Petsy's nephew?"

Ivan nodded.

"Do you talk or did the Russians remove your tongue?"

Ivan shook his head. "No. Only finger," and he held up a hand missing the middle finger. "They remove my brother's tongue."

Charlotte grimaced. "Oh. Um. Sorry?"

"Why? You do not remove my brother's tongue."

"Yeah. No. Just… sorry."

Ivan shrugged. "Petsy is uncle. Is good man. He helps us to get fresh start in America."

"So, what did you do? To get in trouble?"

"I have much sex with woman. She says it is rape." Charlotte bit her lip. "Later, she says she lies."

"And now you're a… friend of Jesus?"

Ivan kissed the cross. "Good friend. Jesus saves."

"You're gonna get along fine with Lucas," Charlotte mumbled.

"Lucas is friend of Jesus?"

"Good friend," Charlotte said. "Jesus saves."

Ivan kissed the cross.

"I'm… gonna get back to work."

Ivan nodded. Charlotte joined Tina at the computer.

"This place gets weirder every day," she mumbled.

"What do you think the Satan lady wants?" Tina asked as she built the pick list.

"I don't know. Petsy didn't seem happy about it. What do the customer requests look like today?"

"More of the same," Tina said. "Tits, ass. You wanna make out?"

"What?"

"Someone wants to see us make out," Tina said, tapping the screen.

"I'll make a list. When Megan and Katie get in, we'll knock them all out."

Megan and Katie entered the shop at eleven, Megan bouncing happily with phone in hand and her laptop under her arm. She glowed happily. Katie also had a glow about her, but none of Megan's exuberance. Katie looked downright guilty, like she'd just pickpocketed a priest and now feared for her soul.

Megan flounced around the counter and put a kiss on Charlotte's cheek, gave another to Tina, and crowed, "Good morning!"

Katie shuffled in behind her, looking at the floor.

"Someone got laid," Charlotte said.

"What?" Katie snapped.

"Megan, did you get laid?" Tina asked.

Megan only giggled and popped open her computer as she slid onto a stool and moaned.

"And you got… what? Broken up with?" Charlotte asked Katie.

"What? No! No. I'm fine."

It was then Katie spotted Ivan in the corner and jumped, shouting, "Jesus!"

Ivan kissed the cross.

Charlotte put a hand on her shoulder as Tina laughed, saying, "That's Ivan. He's a friend of Jesus."

"Ivan?"

"Petsy's nephew," Tina explained. "He's here to protect us from the customers."

"Protect us?"

"From too many hands on too many titties," Charlotte said and honked Katie's knockers.

"Hey!" Katie yelped.

"Also, Satan's in the back," Charlotte added.

Ivan kissed the cross.

"Oh, my God," Katie grumbled. "I'm too tired. Why is Satan in the back?"

"Dunno. She owns a property management company," Tina said and showed Katie the card.

"Who names their kid Lucy Fir?" Katie asked.

"Someone who knows they've spawned a raging bitch?" Charlotte suggested.

"They did, only they didn't know it at the time," said Lucy as she emerged from the back room with Petsy.

"Um," Charlotte said.

Lucy shook hands again with Petsy and clacked her way out of the shop on her bright red heels.

"Satan's freakin' hot," Charlotte said.

Ivan kissed the cross. They all turned to Petsy, who looked unhappy.

"What's with her?" Katie asked.

Petsy leaned against the wall and sighed. "She is from new landlord. Old landlord sells property to new one. She comes to discuss lease on shop."

"Why doesn't this sound good?" Charlotte asked.

"Lease is up in three months," Petsy said. "They do not want shop here. New landlord specializes in different kind of business. They want shop, so I must move or close."

"Move the shop?" Katie asked. "To where?"

Petsy shrugged. "Landlord wants adult entertainment establishment. Not electronics store. So, need to move or close."

"So, what do we do?" Tina asked putting her hand on Petsy's shoulder.

The old man shook his head, sighed again, and said, "Too old to move. I do not know."

"Petsy, you're only like fifty," Charlotte said. "Here. Squeeze my butt. It will help you think."

She sidled up next to him and put his hand under her skirt.

"Charlotte!" Katie snapped.

"What if you didn't move or close?" Megan said, drawing everyone's attention.

"What?" Petsy asked as he squeezed Charlotte's bottom.

"What if you became an adult entertainment establishment?" Megan said.

"I do not understand," Petsy said.

"We can't turn the shop into a strip club, Megs," Katie said. "And I'm not stripping. Neither are you!"

Megan shook her head. "No, no. Not a strip club. That's silly. If we wanted to work for a strip club we'd go work for a strip club. No. Look at this."

She waved them over to the laptop, where she had the store's email open. It was filled with sponsorship offers.

"Now look at this," Megan said and flipped tabs to her TikThot stream. She clicked the most recent video, and suddenly Katie's ride on the Bronco filled the screen.

"Oh, my God!" Katie said and put her head in her hands.

"Damn! Look at you go, girl!" Charlotte said, slapping her on the back. "With the big dick attachment, too?"

"Can we turn it off, please?" Katie whined.

Megan paused the video, saying, "Katie, it's really sexy."

"It kind of is," Charlotte agreed.

"Is sexy," said Petsy.

"Look at those girls bounce," Tina added.

"That isn't what I want you to look at," Megan said, clicking the comment section.

"Epic tits?" Charlotte said.

"Not that one," Megan said, stabbing her finger at other comments. "These."

The comments were not about Katie's tits. These were directed at Megan.

"Teach me, oh wise one!"

"I need this traction. Please! Help me get views!"

"You literally broke the algorithm. How?"

"You know how to get views," Katie said. "We got that."

"I know how to get views," Megan agreed. "We have four hot girls that people want to see. They also want views, we have dozens of sponsorship offers. Are you seeing it yet?"

"No?" Katie said.

Megan changed tabs again and said, "Petsy, look at this."

On the screen was a news story about a recent law.

"I have heard," Petsy said. "New bill. Funny name."

"BIGFINCOC?" Charlotte said with a laugh.

"It's the one that basically says it's okay to rape women if they dress like… like we're dressed," Katie said.

"How did I miss this?" Charlotte said. "Seriously? That's gre—gross."

"Well, it also says a bunch of other stuff," Megan went on. "Like how adult businesses get a bunch of money and tax breaks."

"Money?" Petsy said. "Tax breaks?"

"Now do you see where I'm going?" Megan asked.

"No?" Katie said.

"And you call me a bimbo," Megan said. "Look at this place."

She rounded the counter and waved her hand over the shop. "It's huge. Now, take out all the shelves. Replace all the track lighting with nice, bright, daylight bulbs. What do you have?"

"A big empty room with great lighting?" Tina said.

"How about you just explain it like we're five, Megs," Katie suggested.

"You have a studio," Megan said. "You have a whole bunch of sponsors who sell adult products. Sex toys, Broncos, creams, gels, bondage stuff. You have a list of independent content creators who all want help getting views and customers. What you have is Petsy's Productions."

"What do I produce?" Petsy asked.

"You're going to produce some sticky pants if you keep that up," Charlotte said as she leaned on the counter and pushed her ass back against Petsy's probing fingers.

"Petsy!" Katie snapped. "Charlotte!"

The old man pulled his fingers from Charlotte's wet cunt in surprise.

"You can't do that!" Katie said.

"Why not?" Charlotte asked. "Petsy needs a little cheering up. And he's got big fingers."

Tina giggled. Katie frowned. Petsy blushed and covered his crotch with his hands.

"I give up," Katie said, throwing up her hands. "You've all gone horny, and I give up!"

"Oh, grow a pair, Katie," Charlotte said. "It's a little fun and it's consensual. Right, Ivan?"

"Consensual," Ivan said from the corner.

"Whatever," Katie said. "Don't look for me to step in when you get gang-raped from cockteasing."

"Oh, I will absolutely not ask you to step in. Besides, that's what Ivan's for. He breaks hands."

"Um, hello?" Megan called. "Saving the shop over here."

Everyone fell silent and turned their attention back to Megan, who continued, "You produce media. Promo videos, photos, and advertisements for sponsors."

"Megan, we don't know how to do that," Katie said.

"I do," said Megan. "I can get the views. You guys are the team. Petsy and Lucas know technology. Cameras, lights, computers. I can get views. Katie knows how to organize and manage. Tina and Charlotte are… well, you're hot. Together, we can help other people make what they need to get views. We get them to help promote the sponsors."

There followed a few moments of silence. Finally, Petsy said, "Is idea. I do not understand how it all works but it is idea."

Megan, however, refused to give up. "Give me a few days and a place to work. I'll show you what we can do."

Petsy shrugged, saying, "You already work one miracle. Maybe you work another. You are like little blonde Jesus."

Ivan kissed the cross.

"What do you need, Megs?" Katie asked.

"I need a clear space, some lights, and Tina on the Bronco."

"Oh, man!" Tina cried as she jiggled her tits. "These girls are gonna be all over the place!"

Internet Famous

While Petsy and Ivan worked to clear and dismantle a set of shelves, the girls attended to customer requests. Katie watched with a wet cunt and a sense of shame as Charlotte and Tina touched one another and kissed for Megan's camera. It was exactly the kind of horny display that she should have put a stop to if she was a responsible manager.

If Katie was a responsible manager, she would have put a stop to this business. There were other ways to promote the shop without sexualizing the staff. Instead, she'd let Megan continually push her into it.

She couldn't place the blame on Megan, though. Not after last night. She was the one to blame for everything. She had a horny pussy and she kept listening to the things it wanted her to do, the way it wanted her to behave. It was a slutty, disobedient pussy, which kept getting her into trouble.

Despite vowing not to listen to it anymore, not to act like a slut, Katie stood by with wet panties, watching her two coworkers kiss. She stood by and watched it while waiting her turn to kiss Charlotte next, and she wasn't going to do it just because a customer paid her a tip. She was going to do it because her pussy liked it when she kissed Megan, and her pussy wanted to see how much it liked her kissing other girls.

It was going to stop there, though. Katie promised herself it would. She would just kiss Charlotte and go on with her day. She'd take some more sexy pictures, blow a few kisses to the camera, let Megan take shots up her skirt for men to jerk off to, and that would be it. She certainly wouldn't go home at the end of the day with a wet cunt and ask Joey to fuck it. That was the one thing she would absolutely not do.

Of course, Katie had also made that promise last night. This morning, when she'd woken up in bed alone, she'd kept that promise. However, she'd left her room and walked toward the sound of creaking and moaning from down the hall. Joey's door was open and Megan was gleefully fucking herself on Joey's cock.

Katie stood in the doorway, aghast, watching her sister's tight little bottom rise and fall as she impaled herself on their stepfather's prick. She'd stood there until Megan had three orgasms. She'd stood there until Joey noticed her. She'd stood there until Joey waved her over to the bed.

"Katie, it's so good!" Megan said as she sat on Joey's cock, her skin sweaty, glistening, and flushed.

Her little sister's nipples were hard points and she clearly had no desire to stop fucking herself on Joey's dick. That is until she asked Katie the question which made Katie break her promise.

"Katie, do you need help?"

Katie hadn't needed help when she'd woken up, but that was before her pussy made her stand and watch Megan's pleasure. She hadn't needed help until her pussy reminded her how good that fat cock had felt inside of her last night. Katie nodded her head.

Soon, she was the one riding Joey's cock, bouncing her slutty pussy up and down on it, moaning like a whore with Megan's tongue in her mouth. She would not do it again, though. Katie promised herself. No matter how horny she got at work, she would not fuck her stepfather again.

"Katie," Megan said.

Katie jumped, snapped out of her reverie. "What?"

"Your turn."

Tina stepped away, grinning and flushed to take a seat on her stool. Katie took her place with Charlotte, wringing her hands nervously. Charlotte put her arms around Katie's neck.

"Hey," she said.

"Huh?"

"Chill. It's just a little kiss," Charlotte said. "Just pretend I'm your sister, and I'll do it like I do with mine."

"Yours?"

"Ready?" Megan called.

Charlotte winked and before Katie could speak again, Megan called action and Charlotte pressed her lips to Katie's mouth. Katie let out a small moan as Charlotte's hot lips molded against hers. She slipped her hands onto Charlotte's waist and her coworker's tongue parted her lips, slipping inside.

"So sexy," Megan said. "Just a little more."

Charlotte did not kiss like Megan, not quite. Megan had the desire and the natural sexiness, but lacked the experience. Charlotte, on the other hand, had a great deal of experience kissing another girl. As the kiss lingered, Katie whimpered softly into her coworker's mouth, Charlotte's hands running through her hair and down her back, drawing her in closer.

Megan called a cut but the kiss persisted. Katie barely heard her sister over the rush of blood in her ears. It felt so good, every bit as good as kissing Megan.

"Oh, gosh!" declared a voice from behind Megan.

When she turned, Lucas stood wide-eyed as he watched Katie and Charlotte swapping tongues.

"Hi, Lucas. Katie, that's it," Megan said again.

"Hi?" Lucas stammered.

Charlotte broke the kiss and pulled away, though her hand lingered in Katie's hair.

"That was really good," she whispered.

Katie blushed, overwhelmed with guilt. She'd kissed her second girl, and while it was dirtier to kiss her sister, kissing Charlotte had made her pussy so hot. She quickly stepped away and wiped at her eyes. It wasn't fair. Every time she tried to be good, she kept acting like a slut.

"You okay?" Charlotte asked with concern as Katie's eyes misted.

"I'm… I'm not a slut," Katie stammered.

"Um, okay," Charlotte said, then turned and waved to Lucas. "Hey, Lucas."

"Hi?" Lucas said again.

Megan shut off the camera and, while Katie hurried into the back room, she turned back to Lucas, saying, "Lucas, I need a website!"

Lucas, still staring at Charlotte as she licked her lips, nodded his head.

"Lucas?" Megan said again.

"What?"

"I need a website. Do you know how to make one?"

Lucas focused on Megan and said, "Yeah? Um, yes. I know how. A website?"

Megan put her arm around his shoulder, her tits pressing into his side and went on, "Not complicated. Let's go talk to Petsy."

While Megan pulled Lucas away, Charlotte and Tina walked into the back. They found Katie sitting on a palette with her head in her hands.

"Hey, you okay?" Tina asked, sitting beside her and putting an arm around her.

Charlotte sat on her other side and awkwardly patted her knee.

Katie wiped her arm across her eyes and said, "I'm fine."

"Why are you boohooing?" Charlotte asked. "I said the kiss was great. I didn't call you a slut."

"I know," Katie said. "I think it's just a lot of stuff. Our mom's in rehab and things are just… different."

Tina hugged her closer. "If you need to talk about it with a friend, you can."

Katie shook her head. "I don't have any friends. Just this place. And Megan but she's… you know. Derp."

"Tina's about to offer to be your friend," Charlotte said. "Fair warning."

Tina slugged her tit.

"Hey!"

"How do you guys do it?" Katie asked. "Not like feel guilty about stuff?"

"Stuff?" Charlotte asked.

Katie groaned, put her head back down and said, "I kissed my sister!"

Charlotte laughed and said, "So, what? I kiss my sister all the time. Girls kiss. And other stuff."

"I sucked Kevin's dick," Tina admitted.

Both her coworkers gawked.

"The fuck?" Charlotte whispered. "Your brother? Damn, Tits. Those big knockers really did a number on you, didn't they?"

Tina laughed. "I guess. It was before I got them. Well, it was after, too."

"Tina!" Katie snapped.

"Well, he paid for them," Tina said. "I figured it was fair."

Charlotte shrugged and said, "I see it. Your brother's a total tit man. You let him give you the old chest bump?"

"Charlotte!" Katie snapped.

"Oh, he bumps alright," Tina said.

"Tina!"

"Katie, you're all mixed up," Charlotte said. "So, you like kissing girls. So, you're doing it with your sister. It feels good, right?"

"I'm not doing it—"

Charlotte cocked her head, frowning to show her disbelief before Katie could finish her lie.

"Girl, I've been tongue-deep in Samantha for a while. I know when two girls are getting it on. If you think an incestuous sister-licker and a big-titty brother sucker are going to judge you for going down on a hottie like Megan, you've got shit twisted."

"Twisted," Tina agreed. "Big-titty brother sucker?"

"It was good, right?"

Katie sighed, long and loud.

Charlotte continued, "Look, you get hot in the puss when people do sexy shit. Oh, no! You're a human!"

"But I shouldn't," Katie whined. "I'm supposed to be the manager and I just let this whole place go to shit. Look at me," and she tugged on her shirt. "I went along with making you guys wear sex collars and degrading shirts, and for what? Bigger tips? More sales? This is my fault."

"Well, if you want to blame someone, you can blame me," Charlotte said. "Everyone knows I'm a bad influence. I mean, I'm the one who got you to start flashing ass and cleavage to upsell in the first place. Even before the Blonde Director of Social Media had this Petsy's Pets idea."

"Yeah, but that was different," Katie said. "We weren't getting groped and riding a fucking Bronco for the whole internet."

"Why haven't you quit?" Charlotte asked.

"I need the money. I want to move out."

"There are other jobs that are less sexy," Charlotte said. "You haven't quit because you like it. You like us, for some reason."

"I'm likeable," Tina whined.

"Yeah, but I look like a slutty e-girl with a nihilistic worldview," Charlotte said.

"You're likeable, too," Tina whined.

"Yeah, I like you, too," Charlotte said. "Anyway, you're not a shit manager. This isn't your fault. Hell, I don't even know what you're upset about. Is Megan's direction really so bad? Shit's exploding around here. You don't think it's even a little bit fun?"

"Well, yeah," Katie said. "But that's the problem. I shouldn't."

Charlotte shook her head. "I don't get it. Why shouldn't you? Because someone once told you that a woman must always be chaste and virtuous?"

"I guess," Katie admitted.

"I think you should just have fun, do what feels good, and do your best to be a good person," Tina said. "Girls with big tits shouldn't be chaste and virtuous."

"Here, here," Charlotte agreed. "Dry those tears, wet that cunt, and let's go back out there and have some fun. What do you say, Kans?"

She groped one of Katie's boobs. Tina grabbed the other, and together they kissed each of her cheeks. Katie wiggled away.

"Fine," she said.

Together they got up from the palette and headed back to the floor.

"If you need someone to talk to," Tina said, "like a professional, I can set you up with my therapist."

"You have a therapist?" Katie asked.

"Doctor Donna. She's my Adjustment Advisor after my procedure. She's super smart though. She even helped my parents get comfortable with feeling my tits!"

"Your parents?" Charlotte blurted. "Christ, Tina! Why haven't you invited me over for dinner? I thought we were like besties now. Is your whole family horny?"

"It's not like that," Tina said, laughing. "But yeah. My whole family's kind of horny."

As they emerged from the back, they ran into Lucas, who jumped at the sight of them.

"Hey, Lucas," Charlotte said and kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Lucas," Tina said and kissed his other cheek.

"Hey, Lucas," Katie said and did not kiss him.

"H… hey," Lucas stammered.

"Did you meet Ivan?" Tina asked.

"He's a friend of Jesus," Charlotte added.

"Yeah. He's… big."

As they walked away from Lucas, Charlotte said, "I wish he'd hold me down and show me how big."

"Charlotte!" Katie snapped.

***

Tina stood beside the Bronco, with the rubber cock attached to the saddle. Gathered around were all of her coworkers and four customers. The machine had been moved to the newly cleared space in the shop, and Megan held her phone in her hand, ready to record Tina's ride.

"I feel a high score coming," Charlotte said.

"That top was not meant for this," Katie remarked.

Tina swung herself into the saddle, placed her feet in the stirrups, and a chorus of male groans erupted as she bit her lip and sank down on the rubber cock.

"Oh, wow," she said as a tremor passed through her.

Charlotte walked around the machine, fixing the straps to hold Tina down. She stepped back and gave a thumbs-up. Megan started the recording. Petsy hit the remote and the Bronco neighed loudly as it lit up.

Katie pressed her legs together as she recalled her own ride. The machine engaged, slowly at first, and Tina shuddered with pleasure.

"Oh, wow!" she said again. "That's… so good."

Petsy passed the remote on to the first paying customer, who jacked up the intensity. Tina shot up and slammed down on the rubber dick.

"Ah, shit!" she cried and followed up with an immediate orgasm.

The climax counter ticked to one. A few seconds later, Tina yelled out her pleasure and it ticked to two. Her tits bounced wildly as Megan moved around the Bronco, getting different angles.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Tina cried. "God… damn!"

Barely a minute in, the counter ticked to three and the machine declared, "You're a real Bronco now!"

The customer passed the remote to the next, who dialed it up again. The machine lurched wildly, bouncing Tina up and down on the rubber dick. One of her tits broke free of the top, followed soon by the other. Katie gasped, while Charlotte whooped, and the assembled men groaned again.

"Jesus… fuck!" Tina cried as the counter ticked to four.

Ivan kissed the cross.

Tina's knuckles were white as she gripped the saddle and the machine bounced her on the rubber dick until the counter ticked to five. The remote was passed once more, and the Bronco settled into a pattern of quick, short jerks that had Tina's eyes rolling back and the counter hitting six.

The Bronco neighed again and screamed, "Ride 'em cowgirl!"

Tina jerked erratically, her huge jugs flailing as she hit seven. The next customer took the remote and within seconds, the counter ticked to eight. By the time it hit nine, Tina was shaking violently and jabbering nonsense.

"High score!" The Bronco screeched.

"Okay," Katie said. "That's enough."

She snatched the remote and powered the machine down, hurrying forward to undo the restraints. Tina continued to quake in the saddle, gripping it tightly. Ivan appeared beside her and lifted Tina from the machine like a pillow.

"Oh, wow," Tina muttered. "Oh, my God…"

"Can you stand?" Katie asked.

"Oh, shit," Tina muttered. "Oh, my God…"

Ivan carried her to a stool and sat her down. Tina jumped, moaned, and began sliding her cunt along the seat.

"God damn," she muttered. "Oh, my God…"

Katie pulled her shirt down to cover her tits.

"Tina," she snapped. "Earth to Tina."

Tina set her hands on the counter and broke into a fit of giggles.

Finally, she took a breath and said, "Do we get a discount on one of those?"

"You're fine," Katie said, shaking her head. "You'll be fine."

She returned to the machine and began to clean it, her panties soaked as she wiped away Tina's girl cream. Charlotte pulled the rubber dick from the saddle and looked at it intently.

"What?" Katie asked, pausing.

Charlotte opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

"You're not—" Katie said in disbelief.

Charlotte licked the rubber cock.

"Hold that!" Megan cried and snapped a photo. "Oh, man! That's so sexy!"

"Megan! Charlotte!" Katie snapped.

"Can you suck it a little bit?" Megan asked.

Charlotte put her lips around the fat rubber dick, tilted her head back, and swallowed it to the base. She held up her hands like a champ and bounced on her feet, jiggling her tits. Katie stood by with the wet rag in her hand and her mouth hanging open.

"That's perfect!" Megan cried. "Oh, my God!"

Scattered applause from the nearby men broke out. Charlotte whipped the rubber dick from her mouth and took a bow.

"Jesus Christ," Katie muttered.

Ivan kissed his cross.

***

With the customer requests finished, Katie and Petsy picked online orders. Tina and Charlotte whittled down a line of customers, while Megan sat in front of her laptop, sliding her cunt back and forth on the seat as she worked.

"Oh!" she cried, causing Charlotte and Tina to look her way.

"What?" Charlotte asked as she handed the last customer in line his receipt.

"Maximizer!" Megan said. "We got a sponsorship offer!"

Tina hurried over. "Oh! That's the place that did my tits!"

"Well, this will be easy," Megan said happily. "We can use you for the videos. Oh! Oh, look! They're offering a treatment for anyone who works here."

"Aw!" Tina pouted. "I could have got it done for free?"

"Then you wouldn't have gotten to suck your brother," Charlotte said.

"I'd have probably done it, anyway," Tina said with a shrug.

"Your brother?" Megan hissed. "Did you suck his—"

Tina put her finger to her lips.

"That's so sexy," Megan whispered.

"What are you hollering about?" Katie asked as she set a basket of picks on the counter.

"Katie, we got a sponsorship offer from Maximizer! Can I get Maximizer? Please?"

"Megan," Katie said sternly. "You do not need Maximizer."

"But I want it," Megan whined. "I want to have boobs like Tina's."

"Customers like large breasts," Petsy said as he appeared and looked over Megan's shoulder. "How much is offer?"

"Free treatments," Megan said, "and $1,000 per video up to ten."

Petsy nodded. "Is good. You will get large breasts?"

"Please, Katie?" Megan pleaded.

"We'll talk," Katie grumbled.

"Is good," Petsy said again. "Katie, you will get larger breasts. Charlotte, too."

"What?" Katie snapped. "I am not getting a boob job!"

"I mean, it's free," Charlotte said, jiggling her tits. "No surgery? What was it like, Tina?"

"Super easy," Tina said. "I mean, it took a little longer because I had like no boobs at all. You guys would have it easier."

"I am not getting a boob job!" Katie said again.

"Hell, I'll do it," Charlotte said. "Plump me up. May as well look like a slutty e-girl bimbo, too."

"I want to look like a real bimbo," Megan mumbled.

"Is good for shop," Petsy said. "Charlotte, you are good girl."

He patted her ass and Charlotte kissed his cheek. "Yeah. I kind of am."

"Oh, you have to get the implants, too!" Tina said.

"Implants? I thought you said it was just a shot?" Charlotte said.

"Oh? I didn't even—" Tina slapped her forehead. "Not like boob implants. Well, boob implants, but not like they stuff your boobs. They're doing this sexual wellness study, so I let them put these little implants in my boobs. They're like the best thing ever. I can get off like crazy just from people feeling me up."

"No shit?" Charlotte said.

"Yeah. Try it!"

As her coworkers stood by and watched, Charlotte stood behind Tina and groped her huge melons until Tina orgasmed.

"Katie, I want implants!" Megan whined.

"That's amazing," Charlotte remarked as Tina sat back on her stool.

"Is good," Petsy said. "Katie, you will get implants, too. Good for shop."

"I am not getting a boob job!" Katie protested. "Or implants!"

"Well, I'm doing it," Megan grumbled.

"You are not," Katie said again.

"Am so," Megan argued.

"You can sign me up," Charlotte said.

"You have all lost your minds," Katie mumbled and walked away.

Katie stocked shelves and worked the floor with a highly aroused pussy, which made her ashamed. For all Charlotte and Tina's gab and attempts to cheer her up, it wasn't that easy. She was surrounded by sluts and hard-ons.

Charlotte, always a bit of a slut, had fully embraced the sexualization of their workplace. Tina, once a shy and reserved girl, had gone full-on slut mode once she'd come back with tits. Now that Megan had broken the seal and taken her first cock, she'd become an unstoppable sex machine. Joey had been right again. Megan, without some kind of supervision, would be a gangbang party girl.

Petsy was still Petsy. The old man had been a horndog before, but he'd been satisfied to look and not touch. With Charlotte cockteasing and encouraging him, Petsy was more than pleased with the direction things were headed. Before long, he was going to be fucking at least one of them. There was only so much a horny old man could take.

Katie's shameful arousal stemmed from the things in her head, which were dirty and gross. Her traitorous pussy, however, wanted her to think about those things and act on them. Those things would make it feel good, and Katie had to fight with her cunt not to give in.

Charlotte and Tina made it sound so easy. If it felt good, why not do it? But Charlotte and Tina didn't wrestle with the guilt. They listened to what their cunts wanted and went on about their day, giving in to every slutty urge that popped into their silly heads.

Katie couldn't make herself do it. At the same time, she couldn't find the strength to walk away from it. No matter how bad the guilt got, soon enough it would give way to curiosity and the need to feel good again.

Her pussy made her ask questions, and then she had to find out the answers. How would it feel to lick another girl? How would it feel to let Joey fuck her. How would it feel to fuck her boss? How would it feel to have implants in her tits that made her cum? They were awful, disgusting questions, and they buzzed in Katie's head, making her panties wet.

Thinking these questions, she looked toward the counter, where Petsy shook his head at Megan. Charlotte and Tina were once again busy with a surge of customers. Curious, Katie made her way back to the counter.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Petsy thinks I should take tomorrow off," Megan said.

"The shop's closed on Sunday," Katie reminded her.

"I know but I lined up a couple of clients for the first production, and I want to come in and show you guys how it's going to work."

"Is your decision," Petsy said. "I do not want you work so hard you are exhausted."

"You already picked up an extra day today, Megs," Katie said.

Then she thought of having a whole day at home. How many times would Joey fuck Megan? How many times would Joey fuck her? None. Joey wouldn't fuck her. Not again. She'd promised herself.

"If you want to do it," Katie said, "I'll come in with you. We can do it together. Is that okay, Petsy?"

"Is your decision," Petsy said again. "I thank you."

"Yes!" Megan cried. "Katie, it's going to be so sexy!"

Tina kissed the last customer on the cheek as he slid his hand up her top and took a selfie. Charlotte sat on her stool with a heavy sigh.

"One more rush done," she said.

"Isn't it about time for you to go?" Katie asked. "You've been here all day."

"Petsy cleared me for a few more hours. This is a blast, and I'm getting paid. Besides, what am I gonna do at home? Slip in bed with Sam and writhe around passionately in incestuous, lesbian lust?"

Petsy made a noise.

"Tina can knock off early," Charlotte continued, spreading her legs and giving Petsy a shot up her skirt. "She's probably got a date with her hunky bro."

"I do not," Tina said. "He's not my boyfriend. We just fool around."

Petsy made another noise.

"Jesus Christ," Katie mumbled.

Ivan kissed the cross.

"Sure, I can go home a little early," Tina added. "The Bronco really did a number on me."

She slid from the stool, kissed Charlotte on the mouth, Petsy on the cheek, and Megan lightly on the lips.

"I like this workplace culture," she said before clocking out.

On her way out the door, she found Katie in a back aisle pulling more orders.

Putting her arms around her, she said, "If you need to talk, I'm here."

"Yeah. Thanks," Katie said, patting her back.

Tina let her go, adding, "The first time I did stuff with Kevin, I felt really guilty for it. Like hardcore."

"Okay?" Katie said.

"Then I realized something. I don't give a shit. I like it and he likes it. If people want to judge me for stuff, they'll find a reason. In the end, they don't have to live your life. You do. So, just pick a life you're happy with."

"Thanks."

Then Tina cupped her tits and added, "But if that life includes a huge set of jugs, it's like way better."

She kissed Katie on the lips and sauntered out the door.

Family Dynamics

Brian was not working. Work was an excuse to sit in his office on Saturday morning and be alone with his complicated thoughts. After climbing back into bed with a hard-on, he'd been conflicted.

When Laura, half-awake, had noticed his hard-on and sucked it dry, he'd been more conflicted. This was because Brian knew he should have mentioned the fact that Tina and Kevin were having sex just down the hall. Instead, Brian did not relate this knowledge to his wife. He'd let Laura suck his cock, imagining it was Tina, and he'd cum in his wife's mouth.

It had not helped his internal conflict at all when, after guzzling his semen, Laura once more kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear.

"I love sucking your cock, Daddy."

While Laura had fallen asleep again soon after, Brian did not. Brian lay awake for some time waging an internal debate on the nature, merits, and pitfalls of engaging in incestuous relations. Integral to this debate was the question of his responsibility as a husband and father.

It was Laura's right to know about Kevin and Tina. This much, Brian was certain of. The manner in which he revealed this information, however, was up for debate. That debate stemmed from Brian's confusion over the relationship.

Should he approach it with anger and disappointment? Brian was not an angry man, and he didn't actually feel disappointed. He was surprised, certainly, but not disappointed. Brian had been a young man once, and at Kevin's age, he could not rightfully say that any sense of morality would have kept him from doing the same thing. Had a gorgeous woman with huge tits wanted to sexually pleasure him, he felt sure he would have done it. Not having a sister, Brian was not qualified to judge Kevin in that regard.

Should he approach it with compassion and understanding, then? He sympathized with Kevin in this regard. It was a difficult thing to turn down a sexual advance from a big-breasted, conventionally attractive woman, who was kinky enough to call herself your sex doll. That Brian had recently ejaculated in Laura's mouth while imagining it was Tina's was evidence enough of that. So, yes. Brian was sympathetic. He understood.

Should he make an attempt to stop this behavior on the grounds that it was immoral? Brian did not believe in stuffing his morality down the throats of others. The fact that he'd just fed Laura his load while imagining it was his daughter, also did not place him on any sort of moral high ground. While he hadn't acted on this fantasy and had in fact done everything he could reasonably do to avoid Tina's tits, he still had the fantasy. Therefore, he was in no position to give anyone a lecture on morality.

Should he give the relationship his blessing, then? If he sympathized with Kevin, and he had no moral basis on which to take a stand, what objection could he make to it? That it was mentally and emotionally damaging? That Kevin and Tina were somehow sabotaging their future relationships by carrying on a sexual relationship with one another?

Kevin and Tina were their own people. It was not Brian's place to approve or disapprove of relationships they chose to have. This was especially true of fictional relationships which did not even yet exist.

Brian had still not answered these questions by Saturday morning, nor by the time Laura knocked on the office door. He was still steeped in these thoughts, staring at a blank computer screen, as he called, "Come in."

Tina's newfound sexual freedom had also seemed to infect Laura, who was dressing far more shamelessly around the house. Today it was a thin, nearly transparent t-shirt, which came to mid-tummy. Below this was a high-waisted thong and nothing else. Laura's playful grin only raised his spirits slightly. It would have raised his cock, had it not already been depressingly hard.

"She's gone," Laura said. "You can come out of hiding now."

"What? Who?"

"Tina. She went to work. You can come out now."

"Oh," Brian said, looking at her tits through her top. "Babe, I think we should… talk. Sit down?"

Laura sat on her knees in front of him and placed her hand on his cock. It was not the sort of seat he wanted her to take for a serious conversation.

"Got something else on your mind?" she asked as her fingers traced his bulge.

"This is serious," he said.

"You're right," she agreed. "It is serious. You got it up three times last night, and you're ready to go again."

"I need to tell you something," Brian said, placing his hand over hers.

"Is it something you can tell me while I jerk you off?" she asked, wiggling her hand away and pulling at the knot on his drawstring.

"Probably, but I don't think it's a good idea. It's actually serious."

Laura sighed but did not remove her hand. "Okay. Shoot, Daddy."

"Last night, I got up for a drink and I heard something when I walked by Tina's room."

"Something?"

"I think she was having sex."

"Well, she's old enough to make that decision."

"With Kevin."

Laura's hand stopped moving. She did not look surprised. Brian paused and let it sink in, gauging the reaction. Why did she not share his shock?

"How do you feel about that?" she finally asked.

"How do I feel? Laura, our kids are having sex. With each other!"

His dick jerked under her hand.

"And now you're facing a moral quandary," she said. "You feel that you should be outraged, offended, livid?"

"Yes!"

"But you aren't?"

"I don't know," he said. "That's the problem. Good sense says you don't tolerate that sort of thing. It's wrong."

"But you didn't put a stop to it, and you haven't addressed it with the parties involved. Therefore, you don't feel outraged, offended, or livid."

"How do you feel?"

Laura fingered his hard dick as she answered, "Well, my sensibilities are a little more… liberal than yours. I figured something was going to happen, the way Tina's been acting. A young man like Kevin can only take so much of having that running around the house. It didn't sound… nonconsensual?"

"Anything but," Brian grumbled. "She… she said things."

"Things?"

Brian shook his head. Laura slid the band of his shorts down, bringing his cock into view. Brian didn't stop her.

"Dirty things," he said.

"The kind of things that could send a man back to bed without a drink, and with a hard dick?"

Brian blushed. Laura tugged on his shorts, freeing his erection.

"You shouldn't do that," he said. "We need to decide what to do about this."

"What do you want to do about it?" she asked as she wrapped her hand around his meat.

"I… I don't know. That's why we're talking."

"I'm not going to do anything about it," Laura said as she slowly pumped his cock. "I'm going to talk to them like the young adults they are, make sure it's all above board, and if it is, I'm going to stand by whatever decision you make. After all," she put her lips against his cock and looked up, "It's Daddy's house. Everyone should listen to Daddy."

She slid her lips over the head of his cock and nursed on it.

"That's so unfair," he groaned.

Laura pulled her lips off him and asked, "What is? That you don't get to do it, too?"

She swallowed his cock in one smooth motion and Brian gripped the arms of the chair as his toes curled.

"Not… not that," he said. "You. You're doing this… on purpose."

Laura held him in her throat a moment longer before coming up and pumping his shaft with her saliva. "Me? What am I doing, Daddy?"

"You're going overboard with the Daddy talk. Why?"

"You don't think it's even a teensy bit sexy?" Laura pouted. "Aren't I a good girl for you, Daddy?"

"Yes, it's sexy," Brian agreed. "That's not the point. You're doing it on purpose, and I want to know why."

"You could take me upstairs and spank it out of me. That's what a mean Daddy would do. He'd demand answers and punish his naughty girl until he got them."

"Have it your way," he said, rising from the chair.

His shorts slid down his legs and fell to the floor.

"Kevin?" he asked.

"Left for work an hour ago."

Laughing, the two of them ran from the study and up to their bedroom, where Brian shut the door and pounced on his wife. He wrangled her over his lap, her cute ass in position for a good spanking. He delivered it, slapping one of Laura's cheeks.

"Why are you keeping secrets from Daddy?" he growled.

"Ow! I'm not!"

Brian swatted her again. "Now you're lying to Daddy?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whined.

"You'll be sorry if you don't fess up," Brian growled and slapped her ass again.

"I can't!" she cried.

"No?" he said and jammed his fingers against her cunt.

Laura moaned and parted her legs, saying, "It's dirty!"

"Dirty?" Brian said, fingering her slick hole. "Are you thinking like a slut again?"

He pulled his fingers out and swatted her again, harder.

"Ow! Yes!"

His cock, trapped under her, strained against Laura's belly.

"Tell Daddy your nasty thoughts," he demanded.

Laura shook her head. Brian pushed two fingers back into her cunt and said, "If you want Daddy to make you cum, you're going to tell me."

Laura humped his fingers and whined.

"I… I think about you and… you and Tina," she blurted.

Brian stopped moving his fingers.

"Seriously?" he said, dropping the roleplay. "You're fantasizing about me and Tina? Doing what?"

Laura wiggled her bottom but Brian's hand remained where it was. She let out a long sigh, slid off his lap, and curled up at his side.

"That really stung," she said, rubbing her ass.

"Sounds like you deserved it. What's going on?"

Laura was quiet a moment before she said, "You remember I told you about that night I kissed my dad?"

"Sure. We've played it out a lot."

Laura grinned. "Well, it's just part of who I am. It's something I always come back to. I guess, all this stuff with Tina, watching you touch her when we help her. It's just dug into my head. I can't stop thinking about it. When she goes off, and I watched her do it with you… I know it's wrong, but I can't get it out of my head."

"So, because you can't actually live out your Daddy fantasy, you're… what? Trying to live it out through Tina?"

"I guess so. Not really. I mean, I'd never make you or her do anything you don't want. I've encouraged it, though. I am encouraging it."

"You want me to… do things… with our daughter?"

His dick jumped and slapped back wetly against his stomach. Laura looked down at it, up at him, and said, "Um, seems I'm not the only one with fantasies?"

Brian sighed, pulled her closer, and said, "You aren't. I mean, it's natural, right? Not because it's Tina but because Tina's an attractive woman?"

"Tina's an attractive woman," Laura agreed.

"So are you."

"So am I," Laura agreed.

"And I'm perfectly happy playing out your… our fantasies right here."

"So am I," Laura said. "I'm just saying… if something ever happened… I wouldn't, you know, be mad. And if it did… I'd like to watch."

Brian sighed again and said, "Well, that certainly is very naughty. I'm afraid there's only one thing for Daddy to do with you."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Laura said.

Brian pushed her back and spread her legs, jamming his cock into her depths.

"Oh!" Laura squeaked.

"Daddy's just going to have to fuck the slut out of you," Brian growled.

Laura held onto his neck as he pushed deeper.

"Sex doll," he whispered in her ear.

"Huh?"

"That's what she said. Tina called herself his sex doll."

He thrust his dick into her hard and Laura quivered, her legs locking around his.

"Daddy's little sex doll," she hissed. "Fuck your little sex doll, Daddy."

***

Kevin waited inside the front door, pacing when Tina walked into the house. He jumped at her arrival and she saw concern on his face.

"What?" she asked.

"I think they know," he whispered.

"What?"

"Mom and Dad. I think they know about… us."

A spike of fear shot through her, driving away the pleasant sexual fog she'd drifted home in.

"Why? How?" she whispered back.

Kevin beckoned for her to follow, putting a finger to his lips. Tina crept behind him, up the steps. Even this far from their door, she could hear the sounds. They weren't the sounds of angry parents, ready to toss them out of the house, though. These were the sounds of two people going at it hard.

As she followed Kevin to their door, the sounds grew louder, and Kevin's concern mingled with arousal. Tina felt the same. She cocked a brow in question. Kevin nodded toward the door and mouthed, "Listen."

Holding their breath, the two of them stood outside, listening to their father fuck their mother. It was not just the slap of flesh or the grunts of pleasure, though. It was the words. Tina had never heard words like that from her mother or father.

"I love it, Daddy! I love your cock!"

"Cum on it again, you slutty sex doll!"

"Aw, fuck, Daddy! Fuck me!"

Kevin quickly waved Tina away, toward his bedroom, where he shut the door.

"Oh, shit," she whispered. "You think?"

"They heard us," Kevin finished. "Unless you think that's just how Mom's always talked dirty."

"I never really stopped to think about it. Doesn't seem likely."

"Yeah. So, I think they heard us. Probably last night."

Tina looked at the door, and asked, "So… they heard and they didn't say anything to us. Instead, they started fucking and… were inspired?"

Kevin laughed nervously. "This is so fucked up. You really think Mom is like roleplaying you?"

"Well, if she is, Dad isn't playing you," Tina said. "Kevin, this is weird."

"It's weird."

"And kind of hot."

"Kind of hot," Kevin agreed.

"I don't know. What should we do?"

"You want to go out for dinner for a while? Let those two… cool off?"

"Sure. Hey! How long have they been…"

Kevin shrugged. "I got home about thirty minutes ago."

"Thirty minutes? And they've been…"

"Yeah."

"Shit. Dad's got some stamina."

"Or it's not the first time today?" Kevin suggested.

Tina picked up her purse and left the room with Kevin, sneaking out of the house and driving away. They came home just over an hour later with a bag of takeout.

Laura and Brian were cuddled up on the couch, with the TV on. Brian wore only a set of boxers, while Laura was in panties and a tank top. They were both covered in a film of drying sweat.

The two of them looked up as Tina and Kevin entered.

"Hey," Tina said. "We brought you guys takeout. Thought you might be hungry."

"What would give you that idea?" Laura asked as she kissed Brian's cheek and smirked.

"Because it's past dinner time?" Kevin said.

"Must have lost track of time," Brian said, grinning.

Tina set the bag on the table and slowly backed away as if attempting to feed a pair of hungry lions.

"Thanks," said Laura as she snatched the bag.

She fished out a fry and fed it to Brian as she asked, "Kevin, would you mind helping your sister with her ointment and report tonight? I just don't think I've got the energy right now."

"Me either," Brian said, and the two of them chuckled.

"Um, sure. Are you guys… okay?"

"Great," Laura said.

"Perfect," Brian agreed.

"Make sure you're really thorough," Laura said as she fished out another fry.

"Okay…" Kevin said as he slowly backed out of the room.

Tina followed, glancing back at her giggling parents. When they reached Tina's room, they shared a moment of puzzled silence.

"Are they drunk?" Kevin asked.

"No. They're something, though. This is weird. That was weird."

"If they know they don't seem mad."

"What should we do?" Tina asked.

Kevin shrugged. "I guess we just do what they said. Pull out them titties and let's get to work."

Tina punched him in the arm, laughing.

JIzz Junkie

Charlotte knew she was playing with fire. She couldn't seem to help it. The more the man and his friends pushed her, the more they used her, the deeper her fantasies went.

Not only was she now openly flaunting herself at work and cockteasing her boss, but she was also borderline telling her coworkers about her rape kink. The knowledge that My Favorite Rape Hole existed had done something to her. It was terrifying, knowing such a thing was out there, that people were tuning in to watch her ongoing degradation. On the other hand, it was one of the hottest things she could have imagined.

She'd never been able to understand why being raped by those first two men had made her this way. She didn't get why it had fucked up Samantha the same way. While she did see how a person could become addicted to the adrenaline rush or even to danger, the mentality it had instilled in the two of them was something she just couldn't explain.

Charlotte could, however, recognize that this ongoing thing with the man was expanding her kink beyond simple rape. Waking up each day to drink of bottle of anonymous cock cream was evidence of that. That had nothing to do with being raped. It was simply disgusting, and a dehumanizing action which made her less of a person and more of a thing for the entertainment of perverts.

When she thought about her progression, her descent into being used and objectified, she could trace the changes. She hadn't had an incestuous relationship with Samantha before the first rape. It bloomed in the aftermath, the night those two men had used her in front of her sister. Huddling together in her bed in the hours after the incident, finding comfort in one another, led to a kiss. The kiss went further, and before long Samantha was licking her cunt.

While Samantha licked her cunt, Charlotte relived the rape in her head. When she'd orgasmed from Samantha's tongue, she'd been deep in the memory. She'd been deep in the feelings of shame at the way her body had reacted to the violation. Reliving the pleasure of the orgasms forced on her by the two men, while experiencing the pleasure from her sister, had flipped some weird switch.

Their early attempts to recreate the feeling had always been behind closed doors. They orchestrated scenarios in which Charlotte was vulnerable or exposed. With horny men around, they'd been certain they could do it again. When it hadn't proven as easy as they thought, it led them to more public attempts, such as tying Charlotte up in men's toilets.

Those experiences, public, disgusting, and humiliating had flipped another switch. There was danger and adrenaline rushes in those scenarios, yes. What they'd also done was associate Charlotte's arousal with feelings of public exposure and dehumanization. She wasn't really a person in those instances. She was set up as a hole to use.

Being seen as merely a thing to take pleasure from was part of that complex cocktail, created on the night of the first rape. Perhaps those men hadn't seen her that way. Likely they were just uncaring and drunk, and they were the kind of guys that got hard from being in charge. For Charlotte, though, she'd felt used. She'd felt like she wasn't someone who had feelings and desires. She'd just been a set of tight holes with a visually appealing figure, and a convenient place for those two men to put their dicks for a night.

The more she and Samantha pushed and tried different ways to recreate the feelings, the more Charlotte's mind associated bits of those scenarios with pleasurable feelings. Certain ones stuck with her more than others. Feeling helpless was one ingredient. While she might want it, feeling as if she had no choice did two things for her. It alleviated the nagging guilt about how fucked up she was, as being helpless made it seem like it wasn't her fault. Second, it added potent ingredients to the cocktail; fear, uncertainty, danger, and adrenaline. Being helpless meant that she truly had no control.

It wasn't that Charlotte had any desire to be harmed. As shitty as life was, she enjoyed it as much as a loser could. She'd accepted that she was a fairly useless member of society, with little to offer but a nice set of tits and a hot body, which was fun to fuck. Beyond those things, she just didn't see much point in trying to rise above that station. Someone would always be there to call her a loser, a slut, or stupid. So, why even try?

Therefore, Charlotte simply took on the view that if something were to happen to her, it was no great loss to anyone. It wasn't even a great loss to herself, as eventually, her body would no longer be hot or fun to fuck. She'd just get old, sick, and die slowly. So, she may as well be useful for something and enjoy it while she could.

While she bent over the counter at work, wiggling her ass in Ivan's direction, Charlotte reasoned that it was for this reason she was playing with exposing her secret to others. The true nature of her kinks had always been something between her and Samantha. Now other people knew. Men watched her beg to be raped in the videos. They watched her at home, violating her privacy daily. That exposure had already revealed her nature as a weird slut to a wider world.

The fact that she was now consciously exposing her secrets to her coworkers, and practically advertising herself as an object for sexual use, was… freeing. It was also feeding her and expanding the rape kink. While she still primarily fantasized about being used against her will, recent events had also proven something else. She liked being used in general.

She'd reconciled the fact that the man and his friends were not a true danger. They might slap her around, hold her down, and fuck her without mercy, yes. They never did lasting harm, however. They never threatened to kill her, and they didn't beat her. They simply wanted to use her, degrade her, humiliate her, and make her live with constant uncertainty.

Those things Charlotte did like. The added blackmail, while not a real threat, was also exciting. It was for all these reasons that Charlotte cared less about others knowing her secret. It simply didn't matter if they knew that she wanted to be raped and used. In fact, it might make them want to do it.

There was, however, an element of enjoyment in seeing if she could goad them into it, rather than asking for it. That was why she was currently bent over the counter with her legs spread, showing Ivan her obviously wet panties. Ivan did not act on this offer but an additional element of enjoyment came with the now-familiar gasp from Lucas.

"Oh!" he said as he emerged from the back room.

Charlotte looked over her shoulder, past Megan working on her laptop, and acted as if nothing was amiss.

"Hey, Lucas," she said. "Heading out?"

Lucas snapped his mouth shut, and then stammered, "I… yeah. I'm just… I was…. I wasn't—"

"How's the site coming?" Megan asked.

Charlotte turned away, grinning as she imagined Lucas raping her. Lucas jumped as though he'd forgotten Megan was there.

"Site? Oh! Yeah. I've got it pretty much done. It'll be good to go on Monday."

"That's perfect," Megan said, sliding off her stool. "I really appreciate it."

She planted a kiss on his cheek, but it was hard to tell if his blush deepened. Charlotte stood and stretched, cracking her knuckles above her head.

"I'll walk out with you," she said.

After clocking out, she kissed Megan on the cheek, waved to Ivan, and walked beside Lucas toward the door. They passed Katie, who was collecting orders.

"Later, boss," Charlotte said with a wave.

"Night," Katie replied. "Thanks for the help tonight. The rushes are getting nearly as bad as mornings."

"Sure thing."

Lucas held the door for her as they exited. As they made to separate, Lucas spoke up.

"Charlotte?"

She turned. "Yeah?"

"The, uh… thing is coming up. With your sister?"

"Yes?"

Lucas rubbed his neck nervously, lowered his voice, and said, "You said she might be… open to, um… more? Like for my friend?"

"Not for you?" Charlotte asked, her lips turning up in a wry smile.

Lucas turned nearly purple as he shook his head. "No! No. For my… my friend. Just for him. Not like… like all the way. Just a… a little more."

Charlotte shrugged, saying, "Yeah. Throw her a few extra bones and she'll go down on him. Is that what you mean?"

"Um, yeah."

"I'll let her know but I'm sure it's no problem. Toss that girl enough money and she'll do about anything."

Lucas nodded. Charlotte made to turn away but he spoke again.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"If I… if I paid you to—"

"I don't do that for money, Lucas."

"No! Not that. I mean, if I paid you to… to come just to like hang out. Would you do it?"

Charlotte sighed. She put her arms around him and hugged him, kissing his cheek.

"Lucas. You're sweet. You're kind. You're good," and she pulled back, resting her hands on his shoulders. "I'm not. I'm jacked up and broken. I'm… a little flattered but I'm not really into hurting people. Seriously. Find a good girl who values what you have to offer, and that's a lot. You're cute, smart, and nice. I know you've got this 'Jesus can save anyone' thing going on, but trust me. Jesus ain't saving me."

Lucas looked at the ground and nodded. "Okay."

Charlotte left him standing there and got into her car. When she pulled out, he was shuffling toward his own with his head down. His figure receded in the mirror as she drove away. While it was possibly the saddest thing she'd ever seen, it had been the right thing to do.

***

While Charlotte and Samantha paid for reserved parking spots at the curb in front of their building, Charlotte had stopped using hers some time ago. Instead, she parked at the rear of the lot, next to the dumpster. Whether by design or by happenstance, the brick wall of the dumpster enclosure and the wall of the nearby garage bays created a blind spot. It was practically impossible to see into the space from any of the apartment buildings.

This made it an excellent place for a girl with rape fantasies to park. It meant that, for a few moments, she was concealed from view. Were a potential kidnapper or rapist to lie in waiting, it would be an ideal place for them to make their move. It had never happened, but Charlotte never lost hope.

As it turned out, that hope was realized as she got out of her car this evening. With her thoughts on Lucas and his puppy dog eyes, Charlotte did not notice the van. She did, however, hear the door slide open. A smart girl might have run. Charlotte, however, turned toward the source of the sound, a sound that had lived in her dreams for a week.

The men quickly hauled her inside and slammed the door shut as they wrestled her to the floor and put a blindfold over her eyes. The van drove away. The sound of the taser crackled near her head.

As they drove, the men wordlessly stripped her naked. They pushed a ring gag into her mouth, strapped it behind her head, and pushed her tits into the floor. Pulling her arms behind her back, they folded her legs and strapped her limbs together. Drool leaked from the open gag onto the floor as one of the men lifted her head and clipped something to her collar. The other end, he snapped to the restraints on her limbs.

The result was that Charlotte could not put her head down, nor could she move her arms and legs. She was completely at their mercy, unable to fight, and with her mouth perfectly positioned for them to use. However, they didn't use it. Instead, they continued to drive as Charlotte trembled and spit ran down her chin.

While the van jostled her around, they took turns pushing their gloved fingers up her cunt. Their robotic laughter and jabs were so weirdly arousing. It was like she'd been captured and assaulted by a group of horny robots.

"What a stupid cunt."

"Wet little rape hole."

She was a wet rape hole by the time the van stopped. The sliding door opened. The sound of thumping music washed over her, mingled with the sounds of drunken cheers. It sounded like a party.

The men lifted her and carried her like a package, the sounds of the party growing louder with each step. Then they carried her up a short flight of steps. A porch? The sounds were much louder now.

"Oh, shit!" said a man's voice, unobscured by whatever voice changer her captors were using. "Fuck, yeah! You dudes always come through. Put the jizz junkie on the table. You know the drill."

Jizz junkie? The drill? Was this some kind of regular occurrence? Along with the fear and the rush of uncertainty, Charlotte felt something else. A little stab of jealousy.

She'd thought she was special. She'd thought she was the favorite rape hole. Were these guys doing the same thing to others? Was she just one rape hole among many?

As the men carried her through the door, she knew it was a party. And it was packed. She was being carried, bound, and completely nude through a sea of strangers. There were gasps from both men and women at her presence. There were also remarks.

"What the fuck?"

"What a whore."

"Slut… stupid cunt… disgusting…"

But over those jeers, a chant began. It was a further indication that this was not an isolated incident. This was something that happened often in this place.

"Jizz junkie! Jizz junkie!" a chorus of men chanted over the blaring music.

"Right there, fellas," said the man who'd greeted them at the door.

They set her on a table, tits-down as all around her men chanted, women hollered, and someone spit on her. Then they hung something around her neck. It was heavy and when it struck the edge of the table, it clinked like glass.

"We'll pick her up later," said one of the robots. "You know the rule."

"Yeah, yeah," said the man from the door. "Jizz goes in the jar. No cocks in the cunt or up her ass."

Charlotte stiffened as someone else spit on her and a woman yelled, "Fucking whore!"

While she couldn't see them walk away, Charlotte somehow knew her captors had just left her here. Her heart thudded in her ears, nearly drowning out the music. She'd placed herself in some pretty fucked up predicaments but this one was a new level of fucked.

The smell of beer hit her nostrils and a cheer went up as someone dumped the remains of their drink on her hair. A moment later, the first of many dicks came through the gag. While he held her head in his hands, a strange man masturbated with her mouth. People around him cheered drunkenly and chanted, "Jizz junkie! Jizz junkie!"

The mouth fucker pulled his cock out of her and lifted the thing around her neck. The dots connected. Jizz goes in the jar. The jar was around her neck. They were filling it with cum. The jar of cum that she was going to drink for breakfast.

Was this how they filled it? Did they bring their rape holes to some frat party? The drunken frat bros pumped their loads into the jars, and the jars arrived at Charlotte's apartment? This happened every night?

Her empty mouth was soon filled again. Another man pumped her suck hole, nutted in the jar, and stepped aside for another to take his place. The process repeated, again and again.

While it happened, more people spit on her, dumped drinks on her, and called her names. The women were the cruelest. The men favored slut, whore, and jizz junkie. The women, though, were the ones spitting, slapping, and pouring drinks.

"Dumb fucking cunt… Bet Daddy's proud of you now… Fucking disgusting…"

Once, as random men used her face to jerk off, a relationship ended.

"Come on, babe. It's nothing. She's just a dumb slut," said one drunken young man.

"You're an asshole, Bobby," came the reply, followed by a slap.

Of course, this was followed by an angry spit, a slap to Charlotte's face, and the words, "Stupid bitch!" from the affronted girlfriend.

"Forget her, bro," said another man. "Just use the hole."

And use the hole he did. The breakup must have hurt, too, because the guy really went at her throat hard as he blamed her.

"Fucking dumb cunt! Look what you did! Gonna fuck your skull good for that shit!"

At some point, Charlotte's arms and legs went numb. It was actually painful when someone untied them and blood began to flow back into them. She groaned as the pins and needles burned their way back to her extremities, but her obvious discomfort didn't stop the cocks from coming.

Somebody rolled her over on her back, set the jizz jar on the table near her head, and Charlotte rubbed her sore, smashed tits. However, the change in position was not for her comfort or benefit. It was for theirs. Now on her back, they had a straight shot down her throat by hanging her ringing head off the edge of the table.

The jizz jar slammed down on the tabletop as another dick pumped her mouth. Charlotte rubbed her sore, smashed tits with trembling hands, which were quickly swatted away and replaced with those of the man stuffing her face. The new position gave them two excellent toys to entertain themselves with as they used her.

While they slapped, groped, and pulled on her tits, others took liberties with her cunt. They didn't fuck her, but they did push fingers into her as the party raged on. There were suggestions that this rule be violated.

"You think they're really gonna know if we fuck her cunt?" said one.

"Fuck, man. Don't even think it. You want them to stop bringing suck sluts? You know the deal. We just fuck mouth and fill the jar. We don't take off the blindfold, fuck their cunts, or their ass."

And this was how Charlotte spent her Saturday night. Her head ached and she was coated in beer, spit, spattered in jizz, and she was sure every man at the party must have used her mouth. Before the men came to collect her, however, Charlotte was also desperately humping every finger that slid up her pussy. Had the gag been removed, she would have begged for it. The heap of humiliation and abuse had her on edge and ready to go off like a rocket.

The party grew gradually less raucous as people left and passed out. Soon, Charlotte was servicing only the occasional hard-on. At last, the men returned, lifted her from the table, and someone slung her tired body over their shoulder. They tossed her into the van, shut the door, and began to drive.

There was no fight in her as the first of them pulled out the gag, folded her legs back, and jammed his cock into her. Instead, she only gasped out loud, clung to him, and pleaded, "Please! Rape me. Oh, fuck! Rape me!"

Three of them had given her what she needed by the time the van stopped. Someone picked her up again, set her in the back seat of her car, and the van drove away. Charlotte fumbled the blindfold off and struggled to sit upright.

Everything ached. Her head rang. She was a disgusting mess and reeked of beer. On the floor of the car was a full bottle of jizz, with a note taped to it.

"Breakfast, lunch, dinner."

Charlotte fished her clothes off the ground outside the still-open car door and covered herself for what proved to be a very long, painful walk to the apartment.

Controlling Katie

Megan ran ahead of her sister into the house, practically skipping, to tell Joey the news. Katie, however paused at the door. She looked back at the car.

If she just got in and drove away, she wouldn't have to confront her failure. She could stay in a hotel, rub her cunt until it was happy, and not have to witness Megan's ongoing corruption. She'd already handed her sister over to Joey. There was no need to keep participating, while also furthering her own degradation.

Katie did not do it, though. Instead, Katie walked into the house. Yes, Megan was now eager to be Joey's plaything. Yes, Katie herself continued to play into his hands and listen to her pussy. If she stayed, however, she may still be able to curb Joey's more perverted proclivities, sacrificing herself in Megan's stead.

It was a justification, one which she wasn't entirely sure came from her head, rather than her cunt. It was difficult to know because her cunt was tricksy. It had a way of making her do things to get what it wanted, and right now it wanted to feel good. It wanted to get relief.

By the time Katie made it into the living room, Megan was already on the couch with Joey, who had his arm around her shoulder, his hand on her breast, and his tongue in her mouth. He broke their kiss when Katie entered. Megan, flushed and grinning, began telling Joey all about her latest idea and the new sponsorships.

Most of it was like a muted rush that went in Katie's ears, but her brain didn't really acknowledge it. This is because Katie was staring at Megan's hand, which rested on Joey's shorts, under which his half-hard prick made a bulge. Katie's pussy needed help. It was terribly excited and very hot. In Joey's shorts was something she knew would feel wonderful and which would alleviate her excitement. Katie had made a promise, though. She was not going to let Joey fuck her with his big dick.

"…but Katie said I can't get Maximizer," Megan said as Katie shook her head and tried to focus.

It was something that Katie could weigh in on. She could be the voice of reason. Even Joey had to see that Megan getting large breasts was a bad idea.

"Katie's just looking out for you, princess," Joey said.

"I tried to tell her that she's beautiful the way she is," Katie added. "She doesn't need to have big boobs."

Joey nodded. "Katie's right about that, honey. You are beautiful the way you are."

"But I'd just look so sexy," Megan whined. "Katie could do it too. It's free and it would be great for the sponsor and the shop if we all did. Charlotte's going to do it!"

"I already told you, Megs, I'm not getting a boob job."

"Princess, in the end, it's your decision. It's your body and you get to choose what you do with it," Joey said. "Katie and I will support and love you, whatever decision you make. Won't we, Katie?"

Katie couldn't disagree with this. Of course, she would. She nodded reluctantly.

"Well, I don't want anyone to be mad," Megan said.

"Oh, I don't think anyone will be mad. Katie's just doing what she thinks is right, and you can't be upset with her for that."

"I'll think about it," Megan said as she continued to rub Joey's crotch. "Joey, I'm really hot. Do you think we could do it again? You, me, and Katie?"

Katie shuddered. She'd already made a promise and she was going to stick to it. She couldn't stop Megan and Joey from fucking. Not now. She could stop herself from participating, though.

"Of course, princess," Joey said, kissing her head. "It felt really good this morning, didn't it? And Katie looked really sexy, right?"

"Yeah," Megan said, pawing at Joey's cock. "Katie, do you need help?"

Katie slowly shook her head. Megan pulled down the band of Joey's shorts, exposing his cock, and she wrapped her hand around it.

"I like it when Joey puts it in you, Katie," she said. "It's really sexy."

Katie swallowed as she looked at Joey's cock.

"You remember what we talked about this morning, princess? About head noise and girl feelings?"

"Yeah," Megan said as she slowly pumped Joey's fat rod.

Megan and Joey had talked about something? When had this happened? Katie couldn't recall. Then she did recall. She'd slept in.

Katie had slept in because she'd been tired. Joey had spent a long time pushing his cock into both her and Megan before she'd fallen asleep. Joey and Megan hadn't been in the bed when she'd awoken. Katie had no idea how long they'd been gone before she found them fucking in Joey's room.

Because Katie had failed, Joey had plenty of time to talk to Megan about anything. Megan was sure to take anything he said as seriously as Ivan took being a friend of Jesus. And it was Katie's fault.

"Katie has a lot of head noise," Joey said.

"I do not," Katie protested, but they ignored her.

"It mixes her up," Joey continued. "Her girl feelings from here," and he put his hand on Megan's crotch, "are intense. Like yours. Katie, though, also has a lot of noise up here," and he touched Megan's temple, "that makes her confused."

"Why are you confused, Katie?"

"I'm… I'm not," Katie said, but it came out in a whisper as she watched Megan's hand on Joey's erection.

"It's not Katie's fault," Joey went on. "Other people put that noise in her head. They told her she shouldn't listen to her girl feelings because other people will judge her for having them. They'll call her names or think she's gross for doing nothing but listening to her girl feelings."

Katie's cheeks burned. It wasn't exactly a lie. She did worry that people would judge her. She worried they'd call her a slut when they found out she had a horny pussy.

"Well, screw those people," Megan said. "They sound mean. Who said that to you, Katie?"

"Society did," Joey answered for her. "People who think they have a moral high ground and want to tell other people what they should do. So, it's not Katie's fault for listening to the head noise, but it does make Katie feel bad when she listens to her girl feelings."

"Don't feel bad, Katie," Megan said. "You don't have to worry about those people. Just us. Right, Joey?"

Joey nodded, saying, "The thing about Katie is that she's got years of guilt built up, and it's created this dichotomy."

"What's that?" Megan asked.

"It's like two things that are opposites and they can never agree. Katie doesn't like feeling bad or guilty. No one does. If she listens to her girl feelings, it makes her feel bad. There's something Katie needs to be able to listen to her girl feelings, while not feeling bad."

"What's that?" Megan asked.

"It can't be her idea. Someone needs to tell her to do it," Joey said.

"Why?" Megan asked.

"Because, if it's someone else's idea, and they make her do it, it isn't her fault. She doesn't need to feel bad about it if it's not her fault."

Katie looked shamefully at the floor. She shouldn't be standing here, listening to them discuss her as if she weren't in the room. She should be angry about it. Katie was angry about it, but being talked about as if she were some subject was also something her pussy liked. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, and Katie's pussy thought that felt sexy.

This, also, made Katie angry because Katie was a person. She was not a subject. She had valid feelings. She did not have 'head noise' or 'girl feelings'. That was just more of Joey's bullshit.

At the same time, Katie was confused because Joey's bullshit had a certain logic to it. Or was that just her pussy trying to deceive her so it could have what it needed? That made Katie angry, too, because she couldn't tell.

"Look at Katie," Joey said, and Megan studied her sister. "You see her hands? They're right at her pussy."

Katie snatched her hand away from her cunt.

"Her girl feelings are telling her to touch it. We should credit her that she isn't because that's not healthy. It means she's getting better. Now look at her cheeks and her eyes. You see how flushed she is, and how wide her eyes are? Katie's very aroused, just like you."

Megan looked into Katie's eyes as she stroked Joey's hard-on and nodded.

"Now look at her breasts. You see how hard her nipples are? All those things tell me that Katie does want help. Look at her mouth, though. She doesn't look happy, right? Not like you."

Megan nodded.

"That's because Katie's head is full of noise right now, isn't it, Katie?"

It's… it's not," Katie said.

Joey nodded. "I'm going to teach you how to help Katie get through the noise, listen to her girl feelings, and get what she needs. Would you like that, princess?"

"Yeah," Megan said.

"Katie's girl feelings are really strong," Joey said. "Like yours. They want Katie to have fun and feel good. You just need to take control and help Katie do it. Katie's a person that needs a little outside control to help her make decisions."

"I don't," Katie said but it sounded like a lie.

Joey patted the cushion next to him and said, "Come sit with us, Katie."

Katie hesitated, her fingers twitching.

"Katie, please," Megan said. "I want to help."

Katie took a step forward, and then another. She sat on the couch, looking at Megan's hand around Joey's cock.

"Good, honey," Joey said. "See? You have a lot of pull with Katie because Katie loves you and wants to protect you. She'll do things for you she won't do for anyone else."

"Protect me from what?" Megan asked, laughing.

From Joey. Katie wanted to say it. Megan needed protection from Joey.

"From anyone who wants to take advantage of you," Joey explained. "Because you're young, pretty, and you like to listen to your girl feelings. Show Katie where girl feelings come from."

Megan released Joey's cock and he pulled her arm from around her. He slid it around Katie while Megan got on her knees in front of her sister.

"Here," she said and pushed Katie's legs apart, pressing her fingers against Katie's wet panties.

Katie trembled as she watched Megan slide her finger along her slit, where the sticky panties were wedged between her engorged lips.

"Right," Joey said, his breath hot against Katie's ear. "Would you like to help Katie get rid of the noise?"

Megan pulled the wet string of Katie's panties from her slit and gently tugged them down. Katie could have stopped her. It would be easy to reach out and grasp the panties as Megan pullled them off. She could have done it. She was going to do it. She even lifted her hand.

Joey took her hand, however, and redirected it, placing it on his cock. Katie curled her fingers around it as she watched the panties slide down her legs. They stretched wide, just as her legs were spread wide. Megan's soft, excited eyes looked up at her from the floor as her sister licked her lips.

The panties slid further until Megan had them around Katie's ankles. She lifted one foot, then the other, and the panties were off. Megan's fingers probed Katie's cunt, slipping through her wetness, and Katie bit her lip.

"Katie, it's really sexy," she whispered as she looked into her sister's eyes. "Your puss is really sexy and it's so wet. Can I taste it?"

Katie didn't think she said anything. She felt certain she hadn't. Megan's hands, however, moved to her sides, gripped her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the cushion.

"It's so hot," Megan whispered. "Katie, you're so hot."

Then Megan's tongue flicked out and slid up the length of Katie's channel. Katie whimpered. Her hand on Joey's cock began to move, up and down. Megan hummed happily into her sister's cunt and flattened her tongue, licking up and down Katie's crease.

"You see, Katie?" Joey whispered. "She's beautiful, right?"

Megan turned her eyes up to look into Katie's as she licked. She was beautiful. That, Katie could not deny.

"Yeah," she whispered.

Joey's hand crept under Katie's top, closing over one of her tits. While he squeezed it and Megan licked, Katie's head noise began to dissipate. Her pussy's insistence on being happy was like a throbbing need in her body and her head. This was what it needed. This felt so good. Her legs began to shake as the pleasure built.

"Let's all get more comfortable," Joey said and removed his hand from her breast, putting it on Megan's head and stopping her.

He stood up with Katie's fist still around his cock, while Megan sat back on her knees, panting excitedly. This brought his prick to Katie's eye level. She looked up at him past his pulsing knob. Joey pushed it toward her mouth, where it bumped against her lips.

Katie's lips parted and the tip of his head slid between them, wetting it. Joey only left it there for a split second before pulling it away and saying, "Come here. I'll let you suck it while I take care of Megan."

It was a disgusting thing to say. As if sucking his cock was a privilege? Like it was something he knew she wanted to do and he was gracious enough to allow it.

Then Megan stood up and pressed her lips against Katie's, making her groan. Her sister's lips were wet and tasted of her pussy. When she pulled back, she said, "Will you show me how you do it, Katie? It looks so sexy when you do it. Can I watch?"

Yes. Megan could watch. Katie would suck it and she'd do it well enough that Joey would cum. If he came, he might not be able to keep it up and fuck Megan tonight. He wouldn't be able to fuck her. That was how she'd solve this dilemma for tonight. She'd suck Joey off. She could just play with Megan until they both came and her pussy would stop telling her to do slutty things.

Joey lay on his back, guiding Megan to his face. Her sister straddled their stepfather and shivered as Joey's tongue darted in to taste her. Megan cupped her tits, looking down on Katie as she knelt.

"Do it, Katie," Megan said. "Suck it for me. I want to watch how sexy it is. You're so good at it."

Katie gripped Joey's shaft in her hand and opened her mouth, looking back up at Megan as she slipped her lips over his knob. Megan shuddered and whispered, "So sexy. Oh, my God!"

As Katie worked on Joey's cock, Megan shook and shivered with Joey's tongue buried in her cunt. Her excited panting turned to a squeal of delight as she came for him, just as Katie swallowed Joey's cock to the base.

"So… hot," Megan said. "So fucking hot…"

Katie breathed through her nose and held Joey's prick in her throat, fucking it with her face the way she knew he liked. Joey loved pushing his dick down her throat. She was doing well. His prick jerked in her throat and she knew he was going to cum. She was going to do it!

Megan, however, reached out and put her hand on Katie's collar, tugging it up. Katie should have kept going. He was close, but Megan's pull was insistent, her aroused panting something Katie couldn't ignore. She lifted her head, taking a breath as drool poured down her chin.

"Oh, fuck," Megan whispered. "Katie, it's so sexy."

Megan pulled her forward by the collar and kissed her again as she rode Joey's tongue. Katie moaned into the kiss as Megan tasted her, grunting with the waves of pleasure from their stepfather's tongue-fucking.

"Ride it," Megan said as she broke their kiss. "Katie, I want to see you ride it again."

Katie had made a promise. She wasn't going to fuck Joey again. Not tonight and not ever. No matter how hot her pussy got or how much it wanted her to take Joey's big dick, she wasn't going to do it.

However, Katie hadn't made Joey cum with her mouth. If she didn't do it, if she didn't let Joey fuck her, Megan was going to do it. Katie would be a failure once more. Not only that, she wouldn't get to feel how good Joey's cock could make her cum.

So, Katie did the only thing she could. She had to make Joey cum with her pussy. To save Megan from getting fucked again. That was the reason. She didn't need to feel bad because she was doing it for Megan, even if Megan didn't think she needed it. Yes.

It wasn't that she wanted to take Joey's cock. She didn't want to listen to her girl feelings and act like a slut. She needed to. For Megan.

Seeing that uncontrollable, animal lust in Megan's eyes made her sister's words echo in her head. So sexy. It was so sexy watching Megan's pleasure and passion. Why was it so had to let go and have that, too?

Megan lifted herself off Joey's face, now towering over her kneeling sister and flipping back her blond hair. Despite her shorter stature, Katie felt small against Megan's confidence and unhindered sexual freedom. For her, there was nothing but the pleasure, listening to the feelings, and embracing them.

Katie knelt on the floor with spit on her chin, her shirt half off and a breast hanging out, holding Joey's shiny dick in her hand. Megan put a finger on her chin, scooped a string of Katie's saliva, and popped it into her mouth. Joey sat up.

"Like this," he said and his cock slid out of Katie's grasp as he stood up.

Now both of them towered over her like a pair of naked gods, and Katie's cunt said this was right. If she couldn't be trusted to give her pussy what it needed, this is where she belonged. They needed to make her do it.

Joey sat back on the couch, leaning forward to pull Katie up by her collar. He spun her around as Megan knelt in front of them and put her hand around Joey's cock. She held it up while Joey pulled Katie back by her hips, spreading her legs to either side of his.

"Take it, Katie," Megan whispered. "I want to see it go in."

Joey pushed her down, sliding Katie's slick cock pocket down his shaft. Megan watched it happen, her eyes wide as her body shook with excitement. Joey's fat rod spread her open again, breaking Katie's promise as she gasped.

"It's so big," Megan said. "Katie's it's opening you so wide. Oh, fuck. It looks so hot, Katie!"

Katie did not know how hot it looked but it felt incredible. She leaned back into Joey's chest as she slid down his cock, taking it to the balls. Joey's hands covered her tits, latching onto them and squeezing as Katie's ears rang.

"It's so full," Megan said. "Your puss is so full, Katie."

Megan was right. She felt stuffed like Joey's thick member was in her belly. Megan leaned in and licked Katie's button, flicking her tongue across it and moaning.

All the head noise disappeared. The hot wave that had been building crested, and Katie began humping Joey's cock like an animal.

"Good girl," Joey whispered in her ear. "That's Daddy's slut. Good girl."

Megan kept lashing her tongue against Katie's clit as Joey held her tits, and Katie's body simply did what it wanted. The pleasure was all that mattered. It was what her cunt wanted, what it needed. The guilt was gone, just for the moment, and all she had was the explosive moment of pure pleasure as she gave in.

Also By Tori Hamlin

All current works by Tori Hamlin can be found at erotikinks.com

The DomCo Series

The Second Place Sister

Korrupting Kayla, Book One

Love, Lust, and Erin

Doppelganger

Sasha’s Obsession

Tempting Trevor

Reluctant Suckslut

Edge

Vicky’s Inheritance

Korrupting Kayla, Book Two

Selling Stephanie

Korrupting Kayla Book Three: The Traitor's Council

Stand-alone Works

Holes

Correcting Kelly

Gooner Girl

Reared in Birchbark Falls

Seducing Jessica

Playing with Toys

Altering Annika

Cheerloathing

Controlled Descent Trilogy

Jessie's Fan Page

Icon

The Free Use Feminist

Privilege

The Purity Test (Amazon Exclusive)

Tomboy

iFem Chronicles

Bad Influence(r)

The L.U.S.T. Initiative

Andrew's Abstinence: Deviant's Edition

The Study

An Unexpected Harem

The Cult of Marx

Feminine Fundamentals: Deviant's Edition

Aircnd Stories

The Cottage

Collaborations

The Demon Chain (with Lisa X Lopez)

Wayward Wives: Stories of Cheating, Submission, and Cuckolding (with Lisa X Lopez)

Collections

Slutty Shorts: Volume One

Horrible Households: Taboo Tales of Incestuous Exploitation

Slutty Shorts: Volume Two

Slutty Shorts: Volume Three

The Black Box Series (Erotikinks.com Exclusive)