Cock Cleaner Interview

"You're gonna schedule the interview for today? Do I even have time to get ready?" You ask with genuine concern as your father and brother shake of the last of their wasted drugs onto your face and you begin to clean them off with your tongue as your mom turns to leave.

"We'll help you shower while your mom cooks breakfast, we can still easily get you a meeting with the boss before lunch!" Kevin exclaims as he forces his still dribbling cock between your lips at the same time as your brother, puffing out your cheeks obscenely as you work your tongue to clean both at the same time as quickly as possible.

You attempt to take a shower, even though it's mostly just just the water falling off of your family members as they violently pound into you during their own, switching holes and positions with you many times as they lather their bodies and practically ignore you except for the feeling you give their cocks. You dutifully milk them to the best of your ability in the limited space available, while ensuring their groin area doesn't accidentally get cleaned with soap and water, since that's the exclusive job of your tongue now.

They rise off for the final time as your father blows a cursory load down your throat for your morning dose, grinding your nose into his pelvis and making it even more difficult to breathe than it already is under the running water as he empties the contents of his balls directly into your stomach with a grunt of satisfaction. Your brother pulls out of your ass and impatiently jerks it onto your cheek while your father enjoys his afterglow inside your esophagus, mostly using it as an excuse to give you a facial while blaming someone else as the rushing water quickly whisks your medicine away. He lets your tongue clean your ass from his cock rather than the shower, at least, giving you the chance to suck out a couple drops from him as you do so.

They carry you out with them and begin to dry their bodies while you carefully catch the droplets clinging to each of their shafts between your lips and sucking them up until you can find no more, teasing both of their erections back out in record time, which they use to give you a thorough shake drying as they pound into holes once again with renewed vigor.

Pete wanders off to assfuck mom while she cooks breakfast, leaving you to get assfucked by your father while you pick out an outfit from your closet for the big day.

"What ever happened to that nice suit jacket with the skirt?" your father asks as you shuffle through your hangers, pounding into you from behind with slow, almost contemplative slaps.

"Ugh, that old thing? There's no way it even fits anymore!" you complain back, already wishing you were a lot less sober if daddy's going to be hilting himself in your asshole all day. He makes you try it on anyway, but the jacket doesn't even close all the way around your tits, much less button like it's supposed to, and the skirt doesn't even go down far enough to cover your pussy.

"It looks fine!" he insists, letting the open jacket fall to just over your nipples and finding the easy access to your holes from the short skirt convenient at the moment, penetrating you again the moment you have the skirt on and trying out both. After arguing for a minute he at least lets you put on some underwear, eventually deciding on a thong so skinny that it threads between you vulva instead of covering your pussy at all, mostly since it's the easiest for daddy to pull to the side as he samples you again. You barely get a chance to try any shoes before he takes you downstairs for breakfast, hoisting you into the air by the inner thighs with his cock still buried in your ass carrying most of the weight, practically presenting your nearly exposed snatch to anyone that happens to be in front of you as he jogs you down the stairs, slamming into your abused rear harder and harder with each step to the kitchen.

He quickly sits down at the table with you on his lap, and you're excited to get to eat a real breakfast for once as a plate of pancakes gets plopped in front of you. Unfortunately your brother takes a break from using your mother's asshole to eat himself, dragging you under the table by the hair to lick his cock clean while your father uses the other end as he eats the pancakes you thought might be for you. The two pound into you for a bit as they casually eat, then pound harder once they finish their plates, pulling out of you at the last second to offer their donations to Martha as thanks for the meal.

The boys fill your mother's mouth with the medicine you worked up at roughly the same time, watching her gargle it together before gratefully swallowing, while you manage to get a single bite of pancake into yours when you get the chance, barely getting to chew it before your father jams it down your throat along with his flagging meat as he rushes out the door, practically dragging you away from the table by the hair.

"The boss said he can see you soon, but we gotta hurry!" he shouts as he tosses your body into the passenger seat from the driver's side door, your face still firmly attached to his pelvis the entire time he sits down, as he starts the car and begins to speed off. You're a bit resentful about being forced to miss breakfast, but you understand since you're in such a hurry, trying your best to do a good job giving your father's half-mast penis a loving tongue bath, even though he stops at a drive-thru coffee place on the way, waiting in line after ordering for long enough that his erection slowly returns in your throat. The barista compliments your deepthroating skill as your father takes the drinks, making you both smile as you drive away. He pets your head gently for the rest of the trip to work as you try to bury his shaft even deeper into your throat all on your own to impress him even more.

He checks his watch as he parks the car, making it even earlier than he meant to in his excitement, so he decides to slow down and watch the sunrise while sipping on his coffee, listening to the birds chirp over the soft sound of his daughter's gentle gags as her tight throat muscles warmly caress his shaft. He savors the moment, drinking more than half the cup while you sputter and choke on daddy's fat, throbbing length stretching out your esophagus for such a long period of time, but you're getting pretty used to it by now. There's just one thing that could make it better.

"You know, I was thinking if I drink too much of this here coffee, I might not make it to the bathroom!" he muses aloud, looking down at you as though to get your opinion, even as your lips remain tightly wrapped around the hilt of his cock. "Would it be alright if I went now?"

You ponder the question he's really asking... Do you wanna get drunk on piss right before your big interview? Could be a test.... you run your tongue along the base of his shaft as you wonder what to do.