Make a deal

Before he exits the room, you call out, "Boss, can I make a deal to keep my identity a secret."

He replies as he grabs a woman by the ass, "If he is willing to accept it, then yes."

He tilts his head up towards me, "Ms., I already said I wouldn't accept anything."

"Wait for a second, just hear me out. The boss said I an only required to put out twice a week. If you want more than that, than you have to accept my terns."

He groans, "there's no way I am going for the rest of my only life experiencing you with this blindfold on."

"I never said you have to keep it on. Here the deal. You let me cover myself from the neck up, and I'll make myself available whenever, however, and as much as you want," After the words left your mouth, you knew you had said too much, but it was too late to take it back.

He stops for a second and thinks before speaking, "So I don't have to wear the blindfold anymore."

You hesitantly say, "No, but I get to mask my face" You see his head tilt as if he was thinking.

"The rest of you will be uncovered, right?"

You reluctantly say, "yes, but you can't use what you see to try to find out my identity," he goes silent.

He breaks the silences with another pointless question "As much as I want?"

You angrily answer, "I already answered that!"

Excited, he says, "then we have a deal!" he pauses for a second before yelling, "dad, are the others gone."

Dad quickly replies, "yea, the last one just walked out your safe to go" your brother's hands quickly go for the blindfold, but you catch them before he could take it off. "Wait a second. I don't have anything covering my face yet."

"If you're going to use that to limit my times than I won't accept the deal."

You panic, "no-no. I said whenever you want, and I mean it. Just let me find something real quick." You quickly look around the room. You are in a warehouse, so all there are boxes, so you grab the smallest one you can find and tightly squeeze it on your head, closing the flaps around your neck. "Ok, you can take it off" You can almost feel his eyes fall on you, making your skin crawl.

"Dad, look here. She got a birthmark."

"Shit, I forgot got the butterfly birthmark on my hip" You try to remember the last time your brother saw you in something that would show the mark. You let out a shy of relief when you remember your brother hasn't seen you naked since you where kids, and it is in a spot that would be covered by any bottom strap larger than a string. You, of course, wouldn't expose anything with string straps in front of the family

You hear your father's voice boom "this way, son, I have a bed made up in the back."

He grabs your hands and quickly pulls you out of the room and towards your father's voice. He pulls you so hard that you step out of your panties and yoga pants. You can feel his eyes never leave your half-naked body as he does.

You walk through three hallways before he gently guides you to a soft bed. "I don't think you can get your shirt off over the box. So dad gave me a worker's knit mask." He tosses to me, "I'll leave while you put that on." You wait until you hear the door close before attempting to remove the box. True to his word, he left. You quickly look down at the black knit ski mask. If you wear it straight, your eyes will be visible, so you put it on backward. With it backward, your vision is blurred, but you can still make out most everything, so you take off your top and say, "kid, I'm ready."

You feel a rush of cold air, which makes your exposed nipples hard as the door opens. You see him walk and slowly closes the door. His eyes never leave your naked body once they have found you.

"How did my dad manage to get someone as good looking as you under contract. Never in my wildest dreams did I think you could look this good."

You feel your blushing "Thanks, kid."

You can only watch as He slowly crawls on top of your naked body allowing his cock to come to rest on your clit. "Dam, I am going to enjoy fucking you for the rest of my life."

The realization that you are stuck like this for the rest of your life set in as you heard what he said. You wanted to pull away, but you knew you couldn't. "Well aren't you the sweet talker."

You feel his cock slowly pressing into you, "I'm so happy that your mine Miss." His cock bottoms out inside You, "or should I say Mrs." He drastically changes pace. Pumping you out with all his might makes it hard for you to speak, let alone speak over the sound of wet flesh smacking together.

"I' m(whack whack whack) not (moan) …. married!"

For some reason, even though he is putting all his effort into fucking you, his words still flow smoothly, "but didn't you just fully commit yourself fully to a man."

All you can say is "Yes" even though you want to say so much more.

"Well, Mrs., it is simple. I want you to be mine and only mine. I want the whole world to know you're taken."

You moan at every word he spoke. "You can't know my identity, so we can never be married."

"I know that. You're the one who chose not to take me." He pauses just long enough for your wit to come back to you. He is using your own words against you. Though the mask, you stared up at his sly smile. It the same one dad had when he first got you to agree to the contract. You are in a one-way relationship with your brother. He may not know who you are, but you are his, and he is not yours. (Whack) His intermission concluded, and he began pounding your pussy again. You feel his right hand grab your hip, right on top of the birthmark while his left hands reach up and play with your bouncing tits. You can feel your milk, the milk that was intended for your daughter slip through his finger as he squeezes your hard nipples.

"Mrs. I can wait until you make some of that for one of my children." He licks your milk off his finger before kissing you through the mask. As his lips press into you through the knit fabric, he pulls you into him, allowing him to fuck you with even more ****.