Father's Financial Obligations (Part 2)
All involved individuals are willingly participating adults.
If unaware of the previous installment, you should comprehend that my significant other (whom I address as Daddy in our dominant-submissive relationship) has permitted his sibling (known as "Uncle Brian") to violate my body for his sexual release twice a day while Candy is attending to her mother's care in Romania. I willingly accord to this (and secretly anticipate each occurrence) with my consent. Daddy has allowed me organismic satisfaction, albeit not on Brian's member, while simultaneously forbidding me from climaxing on Uncle Brian's penis. Wanda is a frequently mentioned character in my tales. She is a caretaker my spouse has contracted to monitor me in his absence. We refer to her as "examiner," as she acts as such, and because my partner revels in humiliating me (which I relish reciprocally) by projecting an image of my inability to care for myself.
Candy remains in Romania, thus Uncle Brian continues to assault my body for an hour at a time, until that point of satisfying his sexual desires, whereupon he exits, leaving me in a sobbing wreck for Daddy to restore vitality to me.
I appreciate Uncle Brian, especially when he offers me frozen desserts, though his member is of remarkable size, and his conduct is notably rough. I hypothesize on my capacity to survive fulfilling Brian's needs until Candy returns home.
Presently, I'm hueding a depiction for Daddy, awaiting Him to conclude work. Wanda relayed that Daddy must remain longer today, and she's unable to remain. Thus, I'll have to assume responsibility for myself for an entire hoar. It's been some time since I was entropy granted the allowance to oversee my own existence. Hence, I'm attempting to keeps tally of the clock, so that I can facilitatingly be situated at the entry to welcome Daddy with a fellatio.
I'm caught off-guard by a decisive knock at the door. I appreciate why I should not answer it. Subsequently, I discern movement at the doorknob. Now, I'm inundated with trepidation, comprehending it's possible Brian is attempting to inscribe his penetration inside my orifice. Nonetheless, his text diverges from expectations.
"Are you home, my pet? It's me at the door. Open up," Uncle Brian demands through my phone.
I escape my refugeous shelter and investigate through the entryway's lens, affirming it is Uncle Brian. Thankfully, I'm reassured! I open the door and allow his entrance.
"Where's your husband?," he inquiries. "I've arrived for dinner and some amorous pastime, but I observe his automobile is absent, and I know he would never allow you to answer the door. He isn't replying to my texts."
"My husband is confined to deliberations," I lament.
"Oh, darling, how vexing!" Brian reacts sympathetically. "Why didn't Wanda answer the door, then?"
"Wanda delegated me to manage myself!" I annotate with optimistic pride.
"Is that what occurred?," Brian interrogates smirkingly. "And did you prepare dinner for us?"
"I can't whip up gourmet meals autonomously, so Wanda concocted sandwiches for our supper this night," I divulge. "She further made me a pbj!"
"Wonderful!," Brian sympathizes. "Let's commence satiating hunger and stoically convey the lapse of time. My husband will undoubtedly wish for us to have dinner before he arrives."
I convey uncertificates but acquiesce, worried about potential reprimand should I disobey.
Uncle Brian and I mend to consume our sandwiches.
"Remove your top. You're apt to smear jelly on it," Brian encourages. "Let me guide you."
Brian permits the ruin of my apparel and progresses to fondle my chest.
"Your husband might not concur with your actions should he arrive home unaware," I argue.
"No cause for concern," Brian retorts. "I'll be making love to you the second he emerges. He would not object to discovering my exploring of your breasts."
I clasp unrest, yet he reproves, and I silence my inhibitions. When I terminate my sandwich, he requires I permit him to cleanse my palate. I foresee his intention differs, as he opts to carelessly lick the jelly from my pharynx and intrude his tongue within! I endeavor to discourage him, but he retaliates, insisting obedience. [
He holds my hair with one hand, tilting my head back while his tongue explores the inside of my mouth. With his other hand, he squeezes my breasts. I had never known he would get so bold because his sister, Candy, went overseas. My dad gave him permission to use me, but only with him present to ensure my safety.
Quickly, I alert Uncle Brian to the impending arrival of my father. "I've got to get to my mat!," I explain, urging him to step away.
My father arrives, placing his briefcase on the floor. He unzips his trousers before entering my mouth. "Sorry I'm late," he informs my uncle, checking on my safety. Uncle Brian grumbles about the wait. "What the hell took you so long?"
"I got stuck in a meeting," my father replies, ignoring Brian's rude tone. "Is my little girl still protected?"
Brian tries to mislead my father, brushing off the fact he'd just been kissing me and groping my breasts. "Wanda made her a PBJ sandwich, and she made a mess. Your baby girl isn't wearing a shirt."
As they chat, I continue sucking my father's dick. He cups his hands in my hair, pushing down on my head. When he finishes speaking to my uncle, he concentrates on me. "I'm proud of you, babygirl," he declares, smiling with a sense of achievement.
He pulls out of my mouth, and I show him the cum between my lips. "Keep it in while your uncle takes me," my father commands. "I'll let you know when you can swallow."
Brian takes me to my room, and I prepare for the assault on my body. My father watches them both before turning to me. "You're quite the sex toy, babygirl," he boasts with a smile.
My father returns to his rocking chair, Brian then grabs my skirt and yanks it off, following with my panties. His massive dick awaits entry. I prepare, holding my scream into my pillow, anticipating the worst. "You may swallow. I want you to scream," he instructs.
While I'm in the process of doing as told, I feel Brian rubbing his dick along my anus. The thought of the size taking me overwhelms me. "This is going to hurt, squirt," he admits before spitting on his dick again. I glance over at my father, praying for assistance. Instead, he encourages me, "Swallow my cum, babygirl."
I do so while Brian probes my rectum. Gasping, I ram my pillow into my mouth. He eventually penetrates me, eliciting even more screams from me.
"This is some tight ass, slut," Brian continues, asserting his enjoyment of raping his sister's underage captive. "Did you enjoy my pbj? You're not the little sex pot anymore, are you?"
The bitterness in his speech confuses me, but I assumed it was another part of the act. Brian pounds away, increasing in speed. I wonder how much more I can handle.
"Be my dirty whore, slag," he talks down to me, repeating the words he's used multiple times.
Some of his words I process, but his thrusting into my anus distracts me as I focus on my task. My mind races with the magnitude of the ordeal. "You're a dick tease, cunt," he grunts before using a more endearingly abusive name.
Hours feel like hours as Brian roughs up my insides. I'm not sure I can last any longer.
"Oh, that's it. You're a hot, little fuck toy, babygirl," he grunts mockingly, clearly enjoying himself. "Swallow every last drop of my spunk, cunt."
Unable to take it anymore, I begin crying in unique pain, feeling as though a runaway train crashed into me. Sensitive to my sobs, my father approaches. He helps my uncle from between my thighs. "You're doing a good job, babygirl," he consoles me, kneeling beside my uncle and caressing his chest. "You'll have me like this forever."
Reinforcing the notion that they will both use me, he coldly asks, "Brian, I want to know when you're done with my squirt."
After Brian finishes, this unknown amount of time can be a daunting experience. "Fuck, yeah. Consume my cum, little slut," he murmers into my ears.
Brian exits the room, and I learn my dad has been using me since Candy's trip. The realization fills me with a panicked sadness.
"Yep, sweetie, just keep yelling into your pillow and submit. Let me forcefully fill your pussy with my large dick. It's not necessary for you to voice your enjoyment. Simply scream into your pillow while I penetrate your hole. I'm about to flood your rear end with my cum, you pathetic cum slut."
Uncle Brian continues to rape my ass for roughly an hour before he eventually climaxes, tightly clasping my hips against his pelvis during that final push, shoving deeper into me during and after his orgasm. I cease to scream but cannot stop sobbing. Uncle Brian slaps my ass and remarks on how delicious it was. "Hmmm. Yeah, I might desire this again tomorrow for breakfast," he says. "See you later, little squirt!" And then he exits.
Daddy approaches the bed and wraps his arms around me, praising my performance, my tears making his rock-hard cock even harder. He kisses my brow, tucks strands of hair behind my ear, and wipes my eyes, examining my face earnestly.
He lays me on my back and situates Himself between my legs, sliding into my pussy and commencing intercourse, never breaking eye contact. In accordance with our understanding, I'm now allowed to cum as many times as I choose, and following the brutality with which Uncle Brian violated my ass, I'm going to enjoy as many orgasms as I can before Daddy climaxes.
And Daddy is incredibly pleased, ensuring I have numerous orgasms, giving me passionate kisses and repeatedly expressing his love for me and his pride in having me as his little girl.
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