The Paperboy

“Hey, Allie, here's ... whoa! What the fuck?” you recognise the voice of your classmate, Zeke, who had just turned eighteen a few days ago.

“Ignore that, it's just my faggot whore. How much do I owe you for the paper?” your twin sister asked, as you knelt in front of the recliner, her cum still masking your face.

“Whores are usually for sale. Maybe I should be asking you how much?” answers Zeke, and your cheeks warm underneath the thick layer of Allie's jism on your face, “Newspaper delivery hasn't changed. It's $30 a month.”

“What a coincidence,” Allie replied, “we're the last house on your route, aren't we?”

“Yea,” Zeke replied, as you simply continued to kneel there, your twin's cum covering your face. She hadn't even had you undress yet, but you heard her coming over, then felt her unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off.

“Tell you what. You pay for our newspaper and you can use his mouth once a day at the end of your route,” Allie said. You couldn't even object because by the time you registered her offering you up so cheap you heard his zipper.

“Hey, wai-mmph!” you started to try to object only to have the crown of Zeke's prick slide into your mouth, grunting as he kicked you in the nuts with his sneaker. Your eyes watered as he tangled his fingers in your hair and started to fuck your mouth.

“You better be fucking sucking that dick, faggot,” Allie said, as she yanked your hips up and your pants down. Your throat spasmed around his prick as Allie's hard cock slammed into your ass, and you squealed in pain on him.

“Fuck that's hot,” Zeke swore, “yea, the faggot's sucking now. He wasn't until you said something, though.” You winced instinctively wishing he hadn't said that, but Allie growled and slammed her hand down on your ass hard enough to make you yelp and **** on Zeke's prick. Your eyes watered and you yelped again as she hit the other side, leaving handprint welts on your ass.

“Sorry, fucking fag's still new to its role, I haven't fully reprogrammed it yet,” your twin says, as you suck Zeke's cock even as he continues to hammer your mouth, hard and ruthless, “You can cum in its throat or mouth or all over its face, whichever you prefer. Once a day, that mouth's all yours to do whatever you want to it to use it to get you off. As long as you're paying the bill for our paper, I don't care.”

You couldn't understand why, but you weren't even ashamed. You simply sucked harder, worshipping Zeke's prick with your velvet-soft lips and silky tongue even as he skull-fucked you for thirty bucks a month. She'd never actually see the thirty bucks a month, but it didn't matter. You were now officially and formally your twin's whore, earning something for her.

Every thrust slamming into your ass made her nuts slap against yours, and you whined in pain, vibrating Zeke's prick in the process, until you felt them starting to pulse. You groaned as your twin sister pulled out, pumping her load across your back and ass, wiping off on your hole, as you waited for Zeke's cream.