Too Cheap

“Fuck, this faggot's mouth is worth more than that,” Mister Miller grunts as he pumps his cock through your lips, sawing his shaft across your tongue and into your throat. Your body sways between him and your big brother as Brad continues to hammer into your ass, ravaging you between them, using you for their satisfaction.

I ... I ... fuck ... Your eyes see nothing but Allie's cum on them as you sway forward and backward, sucking as hard as you can on Mister Miller's prick as he tells your twin sister you're worth more than a fifty and some tens. You moan submissively, worshipping his meat with your every motion to the best of your current abilities.

“I'll give you a hundred an hour, and a twenty for each guest it serves,” he says as his hips continue to pump into your mouth, though he doesn't bother to call you anything other than what you are, “Fuck, yes. That's it, you little faggot. Suck that cock, fag.”

You do your best for him, worshipping your horny neighbour's cock with everything you have. It doesn't matter what he calls you, he's telling your twin sister you are worth more than she was charging, “You've done well putting this faggot in its place and reprogramming it. You deserve to be paid for your contribution to the neighbourhood.”

“One less stupid faggot piece of shit thinking it's a person!” your asshole brother says as he rams yours, slamming his hand down on your ass so hard you squeal in pain involuntarily on Mister Miller's prick. You feel Mister Miller's cock starting to pulse in your throat, before he looks toward your twin sister, your functional owner in all but law.

“Do you prefer your faggot being fed fresh cum or should I pull out?” he asked, and she must have motioned because his hips slid back and his cock pulled through your lips, and a second later a thick stream of cum hit your face. Another followed, and another after that, as your big brother continued to pound into your hole.

You groan as he wipes off on your lips, licking his crown desperately before he pulls it away and stuffs himself in his pants. You can't see anything but you can hear him buttoning, zipping, buckling, “Here's an added hundred. I'd like it clean for my son's birthday.”

“You got it, Mister Miller. When should I bring it over?” she asked.

“Right around three would be good. Make sure it's hungry, because it's gonna be eating a lot of meat tomorrow, and getting stuffed with a whole lot of cream,” Mister Miller laughed, and you groaned as your big brother continued to pound you. You felt glad you couldn't get pregnant no matter how big a bitch you are, as Brad's thick load pumps into your ass.

You hear the front door open and close, knowing you'll be getting dozens of loads tomorrow. You're feeling more and more like this is all you are, this is all you're good for, like your twin sister is the first person to ever truly see you and she did the right thing.

Your mind bucks against it, but you can't deny it. She's programmed you to be unable to deny the truth, you can only resist it for as long as you can, but you know the truth. Admitting it will set you free, if only in a metaphorical sense, but you still aren't ready to do that. As Brad slides his prick from your ass, you groan soft, helpless and unable to cum for yourself.

Allie's fingers caress your scalp, stroking through your hair, “Such a good little faggot. You're gonna earn me good money, my little bitch. Doesn't that make you happy to know that, slut?”

You hear footsteps moving away from you, as her fingers tighten in your hair, “I'm the only one who loved you enough to see you put where you belong, faggot. Suck my cock and show me how much you appreciate me.”

Her cock slides into your mouth again and you start worshipping her once more. Your beautiful, beloved twin sister who hypnotised you and reprogrammed you into a faggot sex **** for her pleasure and profit. You bob your head, moaning lovingly on her prick and offering her sensual vibrations, sucking as hard as you can.

Your velvet lips tighten around her prick, taking it to the hilt on your own, swallowing for her pleasure each time your lips reach the base. Your throat muscles constrict around her length, stroking down to the crown before you lift your mouth again. Slowly you ascend, grinding your tongue along the underside of her prick, inhaling through your nose to breathe in the heavenly scent of your twin's musk.

Your soft mouth wraps around her crown and you grind the tip of your tongue across the sensitive strip of flesh at the underside, your face buried under a thick layer of cum so dense you can't see her. Your mouth slides down as you worship her, taking her to the hilt again, even as you feel your ex best friend's hands on your ass.

You continue worshipping your twin sister's dick as Marty's cock slides into your ass, and he starts to fuck you gently, not for your benefit but to not disrupt your daily devotional to your twin sister. You tighten the muscles of your ass on his prick as he groans, “Fuck. This is the life, Allie. So glad you realised this thing's just a faggot meant to be used.”