The Best Of Times, The Worse Of Times

Whenever I read that statement, “It was the best of times and the worst of times!” I always thought the writer was hoping to pull the reader in. And for me that would have worked until the last few weeks, when the saying became the best description of my life.

Like today as I was down in front of Jim, my new boyfriend, about to receive his load of cum over my face.

For the first time in over two months I was actually looking forward to be wearing cum. Unlike the beginning of May when like a naive fool I trust my brothers and his college buddies. They wanted a model for a business course project they were doing. A catholic schoolgirl looking into the camera and telling the viewer the benefits of an energy drink they were promoting!

So I stood in front of a white board in a white blouse, a checkered skirt, thigh high white socks and a pair of glasses, you know the stereotypical Catholic schoolgirl look!

I embellished the look by wearing a string of fake pearls as a bracelet on my right arm. I was doing my third take on the dialogue about the energy drink, when one of his so-called buddies came up behind me and tore my blouse open. “Christ, if she can’t get simple dialogue right at least she should look good in front of the camera!”

Of course that was the day I chose not to wear a bra. Then my own brother came to me, at first I really thought he was going to cover my naked breasts up. But stupid me all he did was place his hands on my shoulders and forced me down in front of him as he got his hard cock out. One of his buddies took a seat behind me, so I knew I only had one choice, suck his cock or get hurt.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually sucking his cock and of course I was so fucking naive in my thinking that I only had to suck his cock and no one’s else! Stupid naive me or what?