“You are so fucked up,” I told him.

He groaned as I rocked in his lap, his hot cock felt so good buried in me. “You haven’t slapped me or said no, and you are still fucking me, so it can’t be that bad an idea.”

I moaned before he continued, “It’s a win, win. They get sex on tap, and we get to stay at a nice hotel instead of our shitty apartment. And I made them promise that if you said yes, they are paying for everything. The rooms, the food, the wine.”

He grabbed my breasts squeezing them as I continued to fuck him. “You do realise that would make me a sex worker right?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Not a streetwalker like your fantasy, but yeah, you’d be selling your cunt.” I shuddered and came over him. “Call it a trial run, maybe if you like it we can start selling you more.” He continued and I felt my cunt spasming in anticipation.

“How long are they here for and how long do they want me for?” I asked him, still struggling to believe I was even thinking of doing this.

He grabbed my arse and started to lift and drop me onto his cock, “Two weeks and two weeks.”

My hands grabbed his shoulders, him dropping me onto his lap like this was always one of my favourite actions, I couldn’t cum, but damn it felt so good. Between thrusts, I panted, “You really want me to be your family’s slut for two weeks,” I squealed.

He shook his head, “Nope, I want you to be my family’s slut for life. An easy slut for all of them.” I went to say something but couldn’t find my voice. “You’ve seen pictures of them, it’s not like their ugly.”

“Fuck,” I yelled, “alright, two weeks, then we will see.” He slammed me down hard one more time and I felt him unload into my cunt, I came with him as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

After a few moments when we were cuddling in sweaty bliss I said, “We will have to discuss some things, I mean the first week I would be safe, but the second would be getting close to my fertile time.”

He nodded, “Yep, So, we buy a heap of condoms, but the question is, how many you want me to sabotage?”

I shuddered again, “What if your dad or brother knocked me up?”

He laughed, “The kid would look a little like me so what’s the problem?”

I sat there for several moments, “A quarter of them,” I told him as my cunt continued to try and milk him, “and don’t tell them that the condoms are sabotaged, but we can tell them when I will be fertile.”

He nodded, “I will let them know, and you should go pull the box out from under the bed.” I frowned at him, “Dad wanted to give you a thank you gift if you said yes. There are some clothes and lingerie. He is happy to take you shopping for more as well.”

I quickly dismounted him and went to the bedroom as I felt his spunk dripping from my cunt.