Alex gets the news, Carl fills you up

“I’m sorry, son,” Carl says. “Looks like your little girlfriend here is just another cheating whore like your mom.”

“What?”

“As soon as you went upstairs, this horny little bitch begged me to fuck her.”

“You didn’t!”

Carl looks down at you for the first time in what feels like forever. His eyes meet yours and your pussy jumps.

“Tell him, cunt.”

Without moving from your place on your knees at Carl’s feet, you start to talk.

“I’m sorry, Alex, sir. I didn’t mean to. But when I was alone with your father, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed his big cock. I begged him to fuck my pussy and my asshole and cum down my stupid throat. I needed it. I still need it. I see now that I’ll always need it. I’m Carl’s little slut now. I’ll do anything and everything he tells me to do as long as he gives me his dick and his cum. I’m sorry I was such a bad cunt for you, sir. I promise I’ll be a much better whore for Carl.”

“He came in your mouth?”

“Yes, sir. And my slutty teen asshole.”

“Jesus Christ. You really can't help yourself. You are a fucking whore," says Alex.

"Did you fuck her yet?" Carl asks his son.

"Yeah, earlier today. Bitch made me pull out and cum on her back."

"Yeah, she was pretty insistent that I don't nut in her cunt. Why not, slut? You're going to fuck me and my son but you're too good for my cum in your pussy?"

"I didn't want to get pregnant, sir. I'm sorry," you beg pitifully. "You can cum in my pussy if you want. I'll have your baby. You can cum anywhere. In me. On me. Any time, sir."

You roll onto your back and spread your legs, inviting him to fuck you right there on the floor.

"Good girl," Carl says, smiling down on you. "But get your ass off the floor. I'll fuck a load into your cunt later. Right now, go get your stupid ass in the kitchen and do the fucking dishes. I need to talk to Alex."

"Yes, sir," you say as you climb to your feet. Carl reaches out a hand and grabs the waistband of your cutoff shorts. He slips his other hand inside and pops two fingers in your pussy. Your eyes roll back and you moan like a whore.

"This is my pussy. Don't forget that."

"Yessssss, sirrrr."

He slaps your ass so hard you feel it jiggle.

"Go clean, bitch."

As you pad down the hall to the kitchen, still in a daze from the way you were absolutely dominated and owned by Alex's father, you hear Carl start talking to Alex about you.

"So... Tell me everything you know about that bitch."

Your mind starts to catch up to what's happening.

Holy shit. You just promised to be Carl's sex ****. You let him fuck you in all three holes. You promised to let him knock you up. You swore up and down that he owns you. He owns you. He owns you.

As those words repeat in your brain, your pussy aches again for his cock. Whatever magic had turned you into this sexy girl also made you an absolutely submissive slut.

As you scrub the week-old pots and pans in the sink, you start to panic about the prospect of getting pregnant and being stuck in this life as Carl's fucktoy forever. What the fuck did I get myself into?

"John?" says Carl from the kitchen door, his voice dripping with disbelief and disgust.

You turn, nearly dropping the last pan. Seeing Carl again makes those thoughts disappear. Now every fiber of your being wants to please him.

"I told you my name would be whatever you want it to be, sir," you say, putting the pan back in the sink. You dry your hands on a towel, and pull your shirt over your head.

"Does 'John' have tits like this?" you ask, cupping your large breasts and jiggling them at Carl. You undo the button on your shorts and step out of them as your approach your owner. "Or a pussy like this? John is gone."

"For how long?" he asks.

"Forever, as long as you cum in my pussy. If not, I'll be John again the day after tomorrow."

He unbuckles his belt.

"Then I guess I'd better fill that twat. Bend over, bitch."

You turn to the sink and bend over, gripping the counter. Carl slaps your ass a few times, hard. The spanks get your pussy really leaking.

"Please, sir. Please fuck my little teen pussy. Cum in me, sir. Please. Give me your cum."

He grabs your hips and slams his dick into your wet cunt. His cock splits you in half as he hammers away at your tight hole.

"Yeah, slut," he breathes as he fucks your soul out of your body. "You love this. You love this dick. You love being my owned little cunt."

"Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" you gasp with each thrust.

"Take it, whore!" he growls. He explodes, shooting hot ropes of sperm into your fertile pussy. You orgasm harder than you ever have in your life as you feel jet after jet of cum filling you.

He steps back, his cock sliding out of your pussy. You spin around and drop back to your knees and make out with Carl's dick. Kissing, sucking, licking your juices off his cock, you can feel that you've found your place.

"Good whore."

"Thank you, sir."