Breakfast is Served

I jolted awake from another sharp shock from my collar. Ugh, no, not MY collar… I was a disaster from the night before. My bed was doused in cum. Mine, theirs, who knows. But I was half stuck to it, and it took me more effort than usual to sit up.

“Oh good, you’re up,” Michael said, acting like he was cracking a joke. “Hey, sorry we were a little rough with you last night,” he said nonchalantly. I had absolutely no words for this. In a flash, I recalled everything he put me through yesterday and just stared at him with my mouth open, disbelief in my eyes. “Anyway, we left you some instructions,” he said, unlocking and releasing the collar from my neck. It dropped onto the bed. “Read those and get started now. See you downstairs!” He walked out of my room, and I caught sight of a piece of paper, covered in ink from top to bottom, at the edge of my bed…

I knew exactly what I was in for this time. This was a nightmare, and I just wanted it to end. I wanted control over my life again. Nevertheless, I sprang to my feet and showered as fast as I could, just as I was instructed.

When I got downstairs, still naked except for my piercing, they were crowded around my brother’s computer, and I saw some familiar scenes of me blowing him, dancing for his friends, and bouncing on Odis. It looked like they were using some video editing software. I HAD to find a way out of this… if they posted that online, I…

My feet kept walking into the kitchen. I picked up a notepad and pen, then went around to each of the boys, asking them what their breakfast order was. I went to cook some bacon, and saw the waffle iron and the box of donuts. It was almost worse that I knew how this was all going to happen.

Long story short, they each got to pick toppings for their waffles. I said on the counter and spread my legs as far as I could, and that’s what they poured all over my pussy. It was really gross. Mark had asked for nutella, which he spread all over me and licked off again. I know he was just licking, but I was SO sore from last night. I just winced, rolled my eyes and tried to pretend I was somewhere else. Zach just wanted butter, so of course he tried to cram a whole stick of it into me. When he was licking it out, he kept pausing to bite my clit, which of course made me jump and yelp in pain. He loved it. Allen, opting for cherry pie filling (yeah, hilarious), globbed it all over my pussy. While he was licking, he was pushing whole cherries into me and fishing them out again with his tongue. I let out a groan that tipped off just how fucking disgusted I was.

“Come on,” Allen said, his face covered in cherry (and my) juice. He looked up at me and continued, “like, just enjoy it.”

I hated it, but I loved it. It felt so fucking good… fuck. I had this fucking idiot licking at me… I really didn’t want to like it but I LOVED it. I bit my lip and started moving my hips until he was done. I was almost a little upset when he walked away.

My brother and Odis both went classic, pouring maple syrup over my shaved pussy. I was still **** to enjoy it, but the feeling of so many tongues was starting to hurt. When they were finally done, they went back into the living room.

After about 30 seconds, I heard Zach call out, “Hey Laura, don’t YOU want any breakfast?”

“I could really go for some donuts,” I responded immediately, still following the script they wrote for me. I crossed my arms.

“Come on over here!” he managed to speak out between repressed laughter.

I turned the corner, and they each had a hard-on with a donut around it. I don’t even think I reacted, but they burst out laughing. I dropped to all fours. One by one, I gave them all personal attention with my mouth, any kind of lick or suck they wanted, as much gagging and slobbering and moaning as they told me. They all had me deepthroat for at least a little while, which was the worst part. My lips kept getting covered in frosting. At the end of each blowjob, after I heard some stupid joke about “cream filling,” swallowed their cum, then I ate the donut from around their dick, leaving them with a softening cock glistening with frosting and drool. Odis was last. I felt like my jaw was going to fall off. And I had just eaten five donuts and five hot wads of teenage cum… I felt disgusted.

“Now rim me,” Odis said arrogantly. At his feet, my eyes widened. This wasn’t part of the plan. I didn’t think anything they did could surprise me anymore, but…

“Lay down,” he said, turning around. Oh shit… SHIT. He was going to sit on my face… he was going to SIT on my FACE… the view of his hairy ass opening up as it got inches from my face was fucking horrific. The smell was worse. “Say ‘ahhh!’” he taunted. I opened my mouth and shut my eyes…

“Ahhh…” I said back to him. Fuck fuck fuck.

Beep - beep!

We all heard the sound of car doors locking in the driveway.

“Oh shit! My parents are home!” my brother hissed. “Get out, guys!”

They all grabbed whatever pants they came with and cleared out. On my brother’s way up the stairs with his computer, he huffed, “take the blame for the mess!” at me.

I looked around… the place was in complete shambles. The doorknob jiggled, and I grabbed a kitchen apron to throw on…

My dad opened the door.