You find a use for yourself

Both your father and brother won't come around for a while after that. As a result, the error in your judgment quickly becomes apparent. You are still receiving your paycheck from the company, but you spent most of your saving on the outfit. It also occurred to you that while one of them was having 'fun' with you, the other was caring for your child or fixing things around the house—their 'care' for your child, including bringing her things that she needed. Without them always coming around, the cost of living snowballed outside your means.

Within a month, you realize that it would be nearly impossible for you to manage on your own with one child, let alone the second that coming in near months. Because of that date of your freedom that you have been so looking for to is now a date that you are dreading.

About four weeks from the end of your contract, you finally broke down and sneaked into your father's work. Sneaking into the CEO office of a large company in which everyone knows you, and with you limited by a large, heavily pregnant stomach is no easy task, but you manage it, if just barely. Your dad doesn't even look up from his computer on his desk as you in front of him in your blue maternity dress.

Without even looking up, he says, "I know your check arrived, so what could you possibly want?"

"I come to see if I could be of use."

He finally looks up from his computer and stares straight at your pregnant stomach. "Your contract ends too soon for you to be of any further use."

"What if we extend that contract so that I could be of further use?"

He frowns, standing up and walk around you, "There are far cheaper women out there and certainly far cheaper sluts," he pushes his hands through your dress and under your milk swelled tits," of which you have proven yourself unable to be anything but."

"I know there has to be a way that a slut like me can be of use" you grab the hem of your dress. He sits back down at his chair, Shovels some papers around his desk, and says, "There is a way for you to be of value again; however, Listen to me carefully because this might be the last thing I ever say with even resemblance of your father. Out there, you can make a life of yourself; once we do this, that option no longer exists."

Your hand rubs your stomach "' Dad'" it feels odd calling him that one last time after almost two years "our current contract has already made that impossible."

He writes down something on a piece of paper and hands it to you, "Then two days after your current contract end, opens up this letter and follow the direction."

Two weeks later, you gave birth to your second baby girl, and a week after that, your old contract expired. However, you still are receiving a paycheck; in fact, you got a raise. When you opened the letter, you know exactly why your father said you couldn't go back to your normal life afterward. It's not something you would ever do but it not like you have a choice.

The letter instructed you to be a drink dispenser and one of the parties that your father and his wealthy friends privately attend. By drink dispenser, I mean they had you kneeling on a table naked with your hands tied, and your legs were slightly split, giving everyone free access. It was your job to provided him or her any or all liquid that your body could produce. Most of the businessman asks for milk from your tits, which they would roughly squeeze out of your tender nipples and into a glass. One businessman that you knew since you were little wanted your squirts. It was hard to tell where he wanted to actually drink your squirt or just play it your clit until you came into a glass. One creepy businesswoman actually wanted your piss; to make matters worse, she drank it right in front of you. After drinking your piss, she drank the cum of a man that was tied up in the same stance as you one table way.

Despite how bad your job is, it wasn't the worse job that was at the party. Those that couldn't produce milk or cum had it much worse. Jenifer, the daughter of the man who drank your squirt and someone you grew up knowing, is kneeling naked on the floor in the corner of a smaller room, with her hands bound like yours. However, unlike you, her head is strapped in place with her mouth opened. The men of the party used her as a urinal all night long. If you would believe that actually wasn't the worst job, that job was for a few other women. One of which is the wife of the man the was bound next to you. These women are bound naked on their back with their mouths **** open, as you are, except the businessmen and women used said women as toilets throughout the night.

All the food is served and eaten off bound naked men and women. However, all the party members still received a menu. The menu consisted of a list of men and women available and all the qualities and fetish that they would fulfill.

Rumor has it this was a smaller party consisting of about only 12 or so quest; as a result, the menu only had about 16 options. Of which six were male. One bye businessman really took pleasure in fucking the straight males. The popular female item was the Asian pregnancy fetish. She was ordered four times during the two and half hour party.

There are about two to four parties a week that you are required to work at. Just under half of which your father or brother attends. Over the next month, you were a liquid dispenser five times, a food tray times 3, a plate for your father once, and a urinal twice. Luckily they reserved the toilet job for those that have gotten on the wrong side of the host.

A little over a month after starting, it was now safe for you to start having sex again. Right away, you knew you would be a menu item and a popular one at that. The first week that you are safe to have sex was also your fertile week. So you filled the impregnation fetish, the lactation fetish, the daughter of a party member fetish, many of the party members knew you when you were younger. The only thing you didn't have going for you is that you aren't some foreign treat.

Luckily there was a mother-daughter combo on the menu, or else everyone might have ordered you on your first night. That been said, you are ordered a total of six times during that four-hour party. An order work like this. They had you Naked and strap down to a chart. A waiter would roll you out to the party member. Most party members made sure to drink as much milk out of you as the cum that they put in. When the party member was finished having their fun with you, they would roll you back, and a group of men and women had to clean you off, with only their mouths, in under two minutes, so that the next party member would have a fresh experience.

As expected, a month later, you missed your next period, so the fetish changed from impregnation sex the pregnant sex. As a result, a few customers lost interest but not enough to drop you below an average of four per party.

You gave birth to a darker skin girl, which limited the number of options of customers whose seed could have won the race to your womb, but not by enough for you to know who the father was.

The was your life; you were systemically rotated jobs at these parties. Much to your pleasure, you only had to serve as a toilet ever once. And that was because you wouldn't moan one day for a guest who had an extra small cock and insist on slapping you. The night you were a toilet, your brother came to the party and used your services three times.

After sixteen years, you only had an additional three kids making for a total of 5. Your eldest daughter's eighteenth birthday party consisted of her being rolled out on a chart on top of you with her naked tits pressing into your naked tits and the both of you in peak fertility. Of course, your mother-daughter combo was order eleven times that night.

As each of your children eighteenth, the chart they rolled you out got bigger and bigger. Birthday Every single one of your children's birthdays was the same. By the last of your first round of children's birthday, your huge chart was rolled out with your and your child strap in a whole on orgy position. You lie down on your oldest son with his cock shoved up your ass, while your eldest daughter lay down on your youngest son, likewise with his cock shoved up her ass. Your youngest daughter's ass was left empty just in case a customer wanted anal. However, her pussy was position right by your face just in case a customer wanted his balls sucked while he fucked her. Your package has become the most popular because it had something for everyone. A gay or bye male could fuck your son's ass while driving your son's dick into either your or your daughter's ass. A Female could eat your sons' cum out of your ass if she wanted or take their dicks for their own. A straight male could fuck any one of the three available pussy and one available female asshole that was presented to him.

As a result, your family was ordered a minimum of seven times a night.