Family breakfast

Walking stark naked through the rooms and corridors you grew up in has a unique kind of naughtiness. Your state of constant arousal is quite visible by your glistering wet pussy-lips. When you step into the dining-room all eyes are on you, checking you out and enjoying the view of a horny, naked teenager. Being the only one naked adds jet another, slightly different form of humiliation to the chaos of your feelings, so you hastily step to your chair to take a seat. Only when you feel the cold wood against your butt-cheeks you notice that in front of you on the table the plate is missing. Just when you want to stand up to get one, your mom steps in.

"No honey, sluts like you don't need a plate. You are going to take your breakfast straight from the source."

When you look at her in confusion, she rolls her eyes. "On your knees already, stupid, the guys are waiting!"

You turn beet-red when you realize what she means when talking about a slut-breakfast, but you have learned to obey her, so you slowly slide from your seat under the table. Once on the floor you crawl towards the first person you see and clumsily undo his belt.

As soon as the cock springs free, the sight of it triggers something inside of you and a little voice tells you 'Dick means pleasure'. Just like that your lips are wrapped around the shaft and eagerly bobbing up and down.

While you are busy following your lust induced slut-instincts you can listen to the sound of cutlery rattling above you. While your family is enjoying a tasty breakfast, you are kneeling beneath the table, **** for their cum, because it does not look like as if you are going to get anything else for breakfast.

Your knees are already red and start to hurt a bit, when you hear the topic changing towards the plans for the day. A few ideas are discussed, but when you hear your mother suggesting spending the day breaking in their new fucktoy, you feel a wave of shame and defeat crushing you down because you know that the rest of them will agree to her suggestion.

While you are cursing them in your mind, your mouth is still busy sucking and licking the cock in front of your face, afraid of what might happen if you don't. But even through your fuming and swearing, the tingling in your wet pussy is making itself felt again, distracting you from your anger and reminding you of the pleasure you felt the last night and the delicious orgasm still denied. Oh, the sweet lust of your mom and dad edging you time and again... Remembering how horny it made you to be tied up, helpless and used is in stark contrast to your current furiosity. The wish for freedom and self-determination is fighting with the lust that submitting and giving up your old life would bring. Thoughts are shooting through your brain while the cock is shooting down your throat.

You crawl to the next in line and begin to suck. The question it all comes down to is; Will it really be so bad if you just give in and enjoy the rough treatment you have grown to like so much? Or do you want to keep fighting for your old self?