Maid

When I finished preparing dinner, Mother added handcuffs with short chains to my ankles.

• You're going to serve us like this; it's to help you avoid making any mistakes.

She made my tasks more complex at will, as if testing my limits. The small steps it required were exhausting and multiplied my efforts. I quickly became exhausted, which multiplied the slutty effect of my maid outfit.

Just as I had just set down the main course, Lilou grabbed my hair and pushed me under the table.

• Come lick me, and then you can do the same to Mom and Dad.

I saw her penis approach my face quite quickly before she crushed me.

• Take it easy and hurry. You still have takeout if you want to eat afterward.

The pungent, musky scent invaded my nostrils as her damp skin pressed against my mouth. I tried to open my lips, but she pulled my hair harder, forcing me to arch my neck.

"Faster," she growled, rolling her hips, grinding her sex against my teeth.

A salty taste trickled down my tongue as I finally tried to lick, every movement hampered by the chains scraping the floor.

I admit I was excited to be so degraded by my sister. I'd been looking for it for years, I'd done the worst things to her to be punished by my parents, I'd passed the point of no return. Her sex was delicious, my tongue worked hard to bring her pleasure, her clitoris was so soft and sensitive.

Her fingers dug into my hair, guiding each lick with an authority that made me shudder. A throaty moan escaped her as I gently sucked her clit between my lips, my saliva mingling with her already abundant wetness. The chain between my ankles clinked against the wooden floor as I involuntarily spread my thighs, my own desire becoming unbearable.

"Good," she murmured in a strangled voice, before arching abruptly. I pushed my tongue in, gently nibbling at her clit; it was too much for her, and she came despite her attempts to resist her urges.

Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice, her orgasm pulsing against my tongue as a trickle of hot pleasure flowed down my throat. I panted, my cheeks burning, the chains between my ankles vibrating with every spasm of her body.

"Now, Daddy," she ordered, her voice still trembling, pulling me by my hair to the other end of the table where her dark gaze awaited me, still on all fours.

I looked at Daddy for his agreement; he nodded. I unzipped his pants, from which his cock hung like a jack-in-the-box, almost fully erect. Seeing me treated like this seemed to excite him.

I stuck out my tongue, licking his head, my mouth closed around him in trembling submission. The taut, warm skin against my lips, the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum on my tongue—every detail humiliated me and inflamed me further.

Dad let out a low groan, his fingers digging into the back of my neck, stroking my red hair to encourage me to take him deeper. I wanted his cock so badly; it tasted like a candy that had been forbidden for too long, now offered to me until I was thirsty.

I took him in my mouth for a long time, sucking, licking, and swallowing his cock greedily, deploying all my talent to obtain his nectar. I eagerly watched for every sign of pleasure when finally his cock swelled further.

His hips suddenly lifted, pushing his cock deep into my throat. I gasped, my eyes watering, as he held my head in place with an iron grip. My tongue pressed against his burning flesh, each throbbing vein scraping the roof of my mouth. A trickle of saliva ran down my chin, mixing with his acrid liquid.

"Swallow it all and don't dirty the floor," he growled, pulling my hair harder. His cum was quickly replaced by his urea, with a salty, acrid taste that made me nauseous. I nearly choked as it lasted too long.

Tears burned my eyes as the warm urine flooded my throat, its powerful jet forcing me to swallow in gulps. My fingers clung desperately to his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as a final spasm shook me—my own body betraying my humiliation by shuddering with guilty pleasure.

"Don't spit it out," he growled, holding me tightly by my red locks, his raspy breaths echoing above me.