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It isn’t an original story. My dad left when I was young and my mom had a string of boyfriends and husbands who treated her like shit. A few were pervs but never tried anything with me (although I probably would have let them). My stepbrother, Kyle, is 7 years older. He introduced me to his friend Jake when I was 20. Jake was the ordinary guy’s guy, just like Kyle. They talked about sports, looked at girls’ asses, and I knew they swapped porn DVDs (I’m aging myself).

I started hanging out with Jake when he would come over to see Kyle. Jake was 9 years older than me and made no effort to hiding his desire to fuck me. More and more, he would show up when he knew Kyle wouldn’t be home. I craved his attention, particularly when he told me what to do. Eventually we started dating and since I had no desire to live at home while saving for my own place, I moved in with him. We had fucked a few times but I had no idea the depth of his sexual darkness until we moved in together.

Now, I was no angel and basically let any guy do whatever he wanted. The older the guy, the more I allowed. Jake loved to control. I cooked for him. I cleaned for him. When he had friends over, I served them. He dressed me (all the time showing off my tits and ass). I didn’t have to work and other than gonna the grocery store and running the occasional errands, I stayed at home. When he got home from work, I was expected to be “dressed to please” in whatever bra and panty set his picked out that day.

The sex was insane. We watched porn together, with him showing me what he wanted and expected of me in return for the home he provided. He was my Master more than my boyfriend and I loved to serve him. I also knew if I acted out, he would punish me sexually. Sometimes it was a hard spanking, sometimes putting a big plug in my ass and clamps on my nipples. Once, I forgot to get his favorite salad dressing and he cuffed me to the bed, hands above my head and my legs spread to the bottom corners. For good measure, he shoved a massive vibrator inside my pussy and turned it on. He told me he was running to the store for some beer. He came home 3 hours later, turned me over, and fucked me in the ass with the vibrator still in my pussy. His cock was thick and he loved to pound me. He also loved to face fuck and the sloppier I was, the more turned on he got. Face fucking was my favorite punishment.

One night, when Kyle and a couple of other guys came over to watch football, Jake dressed me particularly slutty. Kyle knew what he was like and Jake told him I was a little slut (which didn’t bother Kyle). At the beginning of the 4th quarter, all of them were shit-faced drunk. I knew that would mean Jake wouldn’t be able to get a hard-on which annoyed the hell out of him. I was in the kitchen getting them some snacks and he came up behind me. He turned me around and pushed me to my knees, shoving his cock in my mouth to get him hard. I tried but it didn’t work which pissed him off. He told me to stay in the kitchen, went upstairs, and came back down with a bottle of lube. I had no idea what he was gonna do until he went to the refrigerator, grabbed a plastic bottle of Coke, turned me around, lubed the bottle up, and shoved it in my ass. Now Jake was not long but he was thick so I was used to taking a big cock in my ass but the bottle stretched me so much that I let out a yell. As he pushed it deeper and deeper, I noticed a reflection of Kyle in the window. He was standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching. Jake was so drunk and so into fucking my ass with the bottle that he didn’t notice Kyle or that fact that he was jerking off.

Fast forward a few weeks and I was feeling particularly bitchy. I was misbehaving on purpose because I wanted to be punished. After about a week of pissing him off, Jake didn’t take my punishments to the level I wondered he would. Another week passed and we were on the couch watching a show. The doorbell rang. I didn’t know anyone was coming over so I looked quickly at Jake. He smiled and said, “you thought you weren’t going to get anything, didn’t you? Go open the door.”

I walked hesitantly to the door, not sure what was about to happen. When I opened it, Kyle and two other guys were standing there. All three pushed their way in and I turned around to see Jake standing in the hallway with a massive smile on his face. He looked at the guys and said, “have at it!”.

For the rest of the night and into the next day, I was relentlessly fucked by Jake, Kyle, and the two other guys. I was tied up, gagged, and spanked. They took turns. Sometimes all of them, sometimes only a few. I was never alone. I was watched when I was told to take a shower because I was covered in cum. During the second shower, Kyle came in with me. He smiled, told me he had been waiting for this chance for years, pushed me to my knees, and commanded me to suck his cock, which I did and swallowed.

This went on for years. I served Jake as a fuck toy for him and whomever he wanted. He took me on company trips and I fucked clients. I fucked his boss, then we fucked his boss and his wife. He bought a condo at an adult resort and became a regular fixture and the center attraction on most of our trips there. No one and nothing was off limits. In cities we traveled to regularly, Jake arranged for a regular bull (or two). They were all the time hung, all the time aggressive, and all the time did as they were told by Jake. I was born to be Jake’s whore and loved every minute of it.

NSFW: yes

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