The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twenty-Four
Jamie’s Journal: It sounds worse when I think about it than when I do it

**Note to reader: This is Jamie’s journal from Tuesday around 12:45pm shortly after her mother and her wrote on each other. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

She was not where she had been.

She was not where she was going...

But she was on her way.

--Jodi Hill

CASH EARNINGS TUESDAY

WENDY: $1,320

JAMIE: $1,370

I feel like I sort of turned a corner into what the most intense and truest forms of depravity and humiliation must feel like.

I thought I knew when we danced nearly naked at the county fair or got sloshed with tomatoes while we were in stocks. I thought I had an inkling when my brother rented me out to his geeky friends who fumbled over my nipples but they were more afraid of me than I was of them.

Tonight has been a new low in a series of lows for me. I would say I am numb to it, but that isn’t true because wave after wave of fresh goose bumps and butterflies in my tummy keep assaulting me.

Once I have truly been a whore for money, there is no way to not have been one. I guess it’s time to live up to the tattoo I got at the county fair.

They say you cannot physically die from embarrassment but those people were not living as slaves for their brother and father. The strange thing is it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would to reach this low and that is where the depravity must be kicking in to dampen the effects. It could be the mind’s basic instinct to protect me from the massive doses of humiliation I am receiving.

After Chris took my mom off to enjoy a nice reward of using the bathroom without discipline for losing the race my Dad wasted no time getting me down on all fours taking me to the fence and making me piss like a male dog by raising my leg to piss on the chain link fence.

Rahjid was delighted watching me pee hiking my leg like a dog – his laughter was so dirty it was almost psychotic. It wasn’t a carefree laugh of someone who was amused. It was more the laugh of a deeply perverted mind. I half wondered if this was the ‘Bates Motel’ and he likes to dress up in his mother’s clothes – that’s an odd thought.

At first Rahjid took issue with the idea of me squatting to shit in the weeds of his pool but Dad quickly reminded him to look around at this place and he acquiesced to my father. I was allowed to squat with my legs apart and keep my buttplug in my mouth. I at least had the mild satisfaction that the balance of power had shifted between him and my father in Dad’s favor.

“That is it? You don’t have more to do?” Rahjid asked me of the small squishy turd I had just deposited on his pool deck.

“Yes Sir, thaffs it, all I hadffs” I hate how I instinctively answer like this little positive ray of sunshine but that is how my words came out with the plug clenched between my teeth.

“So what happened to ‘I take Big Stinky Shits’, AHAHAHA!? You barely left a rabbit pellet.” Rahjid laughed enough at his own joke that it was obvious he wasn’t expecting a response.

My Dad reached down and yanked me by my sore tits, forcing me to my feet, “He asked you a question, why didn’t you take a big stinky shit, Ass face?”

“Oh Sorry Master, I thought he wuff joking” I croaked with the buttplug in my mouth muffling my words.

“Position two, now!” Dad turned me over and had me spread my ass cheeks for him. You would think he had enough of looking at my poor pink, puffy hole or that I would be used to this by now but it slaps a fresh coat of paint on my humiliation each time I am ordered to ‘spread em’.

I think it didn’t help that Rahjid was jeering and giggling at my discomfort.

“Momfff and I were permiffed to shiff beffffour we leff the house, Maffer.” I could almost see the spit bubbles as I talked like I had a mouth full of crackers around my plug.

“You always can check by sticking one finger in there and fishing around for little turd balls, in case the little bitch is lying and holding some back.” Dad plunged two (not one) fingers into my asshole without any resistance and fiddled around causing me to arch my back slightly. He slapped my ass and told me to hold still until he had finished my inspection.

“What about the sides of her asshole, I see a little doo-doo brown cream around the edges of her butt” Rahjid sounded like a dandy afraid to get his hands dirty as he described my backside to my father.

“The little slut and her cunt mother will clean their own juices and creams off each other, it’s not a big deal, just make sure they do a good job washing you when you are done. Open your big mouth, sweet heart” Dad mocked me as he pulled his fingers out of my ass and removed the butt plug from my mouth. I kept my mouth open knowing he expected me to clean his dirty fingers.

You would think I would be horrified by tasting my own cunt juice or ‘ass cream’ to use Rahjid’s colorful term but it’s a little like taking a spoonful of horrible cough medicine. If you just close your eyes and get it over with –the taste does not linger for long. It sounds worse when I think about it than when I do it.

“The little bitch sucks your fingers like a cock,” Rahjid observed as I opened my eyes. I am not sure how long I had been cleaning dad’s fingers but I bet it was a full thirty seconds that I was thinking about something else – in my ‘happy place’. That quiet refuge in my mind where I go when I have to do unpleasant and disgusting things some times as my only escape from the vulnerability of being naked and on display.

“You like sucking daddy’s fingers, slut?” Dad was standing over me and looking down at me with a perverted stare in his eye. I could see from the bulge in his pants that I had been pumping my mouth up and down and in and out on his fingers and he enjoyed it.

“Yesss Masster, I am a good little cock sucker for you.” I sounded so pathetic as those words slithered out of my mouth – like a bimbo in heat but I was trying to sound sexy and do a good job. I at least was able to talk around his fingers without sounding like I had a mouth full of marbles which says something for the merits of practice makes perfect.

I could see from the look on Rahjid’s face that he is a fan of bad acting because he was grinning like a cat that had two canaries for lunch.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, Master?” I asked as seductively as I could. I even boldly moved to unbuckle my father’s pants since it seemed like a no-brainer he would.

I was shocked when he reached down and slapped me hard across the face. “This is prime earning time, you will suck my cock when I give you permission and not before… is THAT understood slut?”

“Yes Master, thank you sir for reminding me I overstepped my bounds. May I have my license returned to my asshole so I can get back to work Sir? ” I instantly felt stupid for having been so aggressive.

“No, you dumb cunt. You will clean each other up and eat some of the cold wings we brought back for you as soon as your mom gets back from her reward."

I know the guys have made us bend over backwards to let them have more than just a little payback for the things we did and we sort of brought all this on ourselves by agreeing to their rules. I wonder sometimes if it is only my sense of obligation, duty and fairness that keeps me exposing myself to new and awkward humiliations?

Then my mom comes hobbling back from our ‘cabana’ with my Brother pulling her by two cords tied to her nipple rings and I realize that it is not just about me. If I ran screaming from this waking nightmare and saying that this is too much, too far and too extreme (which by every right, any sane person probably would) then my mom would do this alone.

She is not the type to give up or quit, especially if it is something she agreed too. I remember the week she went to an extreme Pilates class that she was teaching assistant at even though she had the flu – this is like that week except times ten and with a butt plug up our asses, lol.

I could see my mom’s stubborn tenacity by looking at her with her hands cuffed in front of her, whimpering and naked with a wad of toilet paper stuck in her mouth while my brother slaps her ass as he leads her through the darkened parking lot to where we were. I wonder if she thinks I am half as strong as she is?

“Okay, spit it out, cow tits” Chris finally said when the two of them were back in the pool area. I could see he had taken the time to wrap the same cord he had around my mother’s tits around her legs so she was hobbled and around her wrists to bind them together.

My mom obediently spit out the toilet paper on to the ground helplessly letting drool drip down her lip as it splattered on the cement.

“Tell them what you did, dumbass” Chris demanded.

“I asked for permission to use toilet paper Sir, because I thought that I was getting the privilege of using the toilet.”

“Oh, we are going to start this again? You WERE given the rare privilege of sitting your fat ass on the toilet. A glorious benefit a slutty whore like you doesn’t deserve and for which you should be thankful. But that wasn’t enough for you. You think you deserve even more reward for such a measly performance tonight. I was being merciful to you and you sought to take advantage of your young Master by asking for something you knew you didn’t deserve. I see he at least had the good sense to punish you appropriately. Well done son.” Chris had already chastised her back in the bathroom and I could see fresh pink hand slaps all over her face and tits even in the barely lit pool area.

“I am thankful sir. Thank you so very much for permitting me to experience what I’ve been missing.” My mom stammered out in response, sounding contrite and appreciative of small favors like that.

Somehow even though I had not had the “privilege” mom did, I wondered if it wasn’t just easier to continue to shit on the ground like a dumb animal than to get a fresh taste of what I was missing only to have to go back to the normal way. Then again I am such a creature of habit, maybe that’s just my subconscious resisting change now that I am used to something.

I just realized I chose the words “the normal way” to describe the disgusting and degrading way my brother and father insist we squat down to shit right in front of them so they can laugh – so what does that say about me?

“Don’t interrupt me when a Taylor man is talking! You keep your mouth shut! Is that understood slut?” Chris gave my mom a slap across the face so loud even Rahjid felt it. I’ve been on the receiving end of those slaps and while they sting they sound much worse than they hurt – that or my tolerance to pain has increased from this training. Mom took it with a wince and a submissive look of acceptance like a champ.

“Yes Sir,” my mom stood silently at attention only slightly shivering.

“You know that sluts like you should not waste good toilet paper on your dirty assholes when you’ve got tongues to do the job of cleaning your fudge bakers, right?”

“Yes master,” my mom obediently said with her hands out in front of her and a little bit of drool still on her lip.

“Is being around all these greedy whores affecting you so much already then that you would dare to ask for toilet paper when Assface here was waiting for you to come clean her little piss-pocket and shit-hole like a good doggy?”

“I guess so Sir,” my mom wasn’t sure how to answer that one but added “I am sorry, I should have not been so greedy, will you please forgive me Sir?”

“You let me shit first and squatted in front of me for my amusement when we went to that bathroom because you know I am your superior, right skank?” Chris was going into affirmation mode.

“Yes Sir,” my mom admitted without hesitation.

“You sucked my dick while I was shitting because you are my slut aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes sir, that is my obligation to be a cocksucker for you,” she was swallowing because she probably could see what he was driving at already. My mom was an expert at reading between the lines and predicting where things are going to go – much more than I can ever hope to be.

“You know that sluts like you don’t waste toilet paper when you can just use your tongue to clean out each other’s pussy holes and shitters right?” he asked impatiently.

“Yes sir, I admitted that already,” my mom sounded calm, subservient and attentive.

“So as a slut who has whored with her daughter, that believes sluts don’t get the same privileges that are reserved for people above their station, are you going to use toilet paper after the training is over?” Chris had never really asked a question quite like that. I was glad I wasn’t the one getting the affirmation because I wasn’t sure how to answer that one.

“Would I be allowed to again once our payback is up and the training and education is complete Sir?” Mom asked politely.

“Yes you would,” Chris grimaced while offering his permission as if it was an imposition to him to tell her what she could use – even though he never paid a dime for anything in the house.

“Then I guess I would since I can Sir,” my mom had followed the line of logic to its conclusion.

“So then you really don’t believe that toilet paper restriction applies to sluts, just sluts with an obligation to be obedient and not wasteful?” Chris asked in a demanding tone. I would have been caught flat-footed without an answer if I had been the one on the spot.

“Eyes front, shoulders back, tits out!” Chris slapped mom across her bulging tits as she searched for an answer. Mom’s body popped with a crispness for lack of a better term as her tits bounced up once from the slap and then she shifted back into place back straight and legs close together with her hands at her side with precision.

“So tell me, slut? Will you continue to waste toilet paper after this is over and you are released from your obligation to me and Dad?” Chris reiterated his question more impatiently than before as my mom’s eyes sort of welled up with indecision.

My dad had been standing in the background silently with his arms folded. He intervened before my mom was forced to answer. He tapped his phone and said “Look, we gotta get these bitches cleaned up and fed so they can make us some money. They’ve had enough affirmations to get them in the right mood I think, we need to stop babying them every time they need a little motivation.”

Dad sounded gruff and impatient but I wondered if he was just trying to avoid making Mom answer right then because he felt sorry for how far Chris was pushing her?

“Get the dumb bitch’s legs untied and put her on the ground with her slut daughter so they can eat this chicken and clean each other off, fucking mosquitos are biting.” He slapped his own back hard.

Then I noticed the little bugger buzzing around my ear. I was dutifully in position on all fours with the butt plug rammed up my ass. Then without thinking I felt a mosquito land on my ass and I reached behind myself and slapped it hard.

“Oh, see what you did? Now the little twat is so jealous of the big twat getting attention she has begun spanking herself!” I couldn’t tell if Dad was joking or seriously thought I was spanking myself but I was sure of one thing – that I was about to be punished.

“Why ya spanking ya self, Why ya spanking ya self” Chris moved my hand twice over my ass to make me spank my same ass cheek as he mocked me sarcastically. “I agree with you dad, the two cunts don’t deserve an extended affirmation, but you have to admit they both need punishment?”

“Oh I never said they didn’t. I just don’t want to get eaten up out here all night by skeeters.” Dad replied matter of factly while swatting another one.

Mom was already next to me on all fours and we looked at each other with a silent glance that was half amusement and half hysteria. The kind of conspiratorial glance you give to someone who is sitting right next to you right before you take the plunge on a roller coaster. I smiled at her and she smiled at me and that gave me renewed strength to accept my punishment whatever it may be.

“I was going to let you two cunts eat chicken wings off the ground, but because you’ve been misbehaving tonight, I think as punishment you can eat them out of each other’s filthy pussies and assholes while you clean each other up.” Dad finally decided our fate as he announced the punishment.

I don’t know if the feeling I had was disappointment or not – that hardly seemed like a punishment compared to some of the corrections they normally did.

I just realized I admitted I was disappointed the punishment was not more severe for merely slapping a mosquito on my ass – who am I?

Mom was the first to get ‘stuffed’, she was directed to lay on her back and spread her legs apart. Chris crammed three chicken drumsticks in her pussy and one in her ass with the meat part facing out.

I was told to kneel between her legs and lick the meat off the bone with my tongue while I kept my hands behind my back. I did not hesitate to obey – I was starving and greasy fried wings would do as well as anything at the moment.

Dad pulled my hair before I could put my head all the way between my mom’s legs to restrain me like a leash. “I know you are eager to eat your mom’s cunt, but let the sauce do its work first.”

I did not know what he meant until I saw the first spasm in my mom’s thigh and then she started to shake. She had her hands above her head and as she started to reach down between her legs Chris stepped down on them and held them in place. Then he took my mom’s ‘passport’ buttplug and drove it into her mouth to keep her from screaming out.

Hot sauce.

All I could do was think about how much that was going to hurt when it was my turn. I felt a wash of embarrassment when I realized I hadn’t instantly felt sorry for my mom instead of thinking about my own fate as I watched her squirm and jerk on the slab cement around the darkened pool.

My dad asked me if I was hungry and I replied dutifully that I was thankful for the way I was being trained. He laughed and released my hair and I tried to eat as quickly as I could but they kept kicking me with their shoes in the crack of my ass anytime it looked like I was gobbling instead of licking and nibbling at the spicy meat.

The wing sauce burned my tongue. I wasn’t sure how mom was able to take it jammed inside her most sensitive parts. She was quivering when I finished the first half-eaten chicken wing. “May I remove the first bone from my mother’s cunt and start on the second, Master?” I asked dutifully without taking my head from my mother’s crotch.

I was given permission and proceeded to bone number two. Rahjid asked about our slavery and how it was that we were permitted to cuss. “I do not let my niece have the cuss, why do you allow this talk?”

“Tell him shit-lips.” My father kicked my ass with his shoe and I stopped eating for a moment.

“I used to use polite euphemisms as a form of vanity, as if I was above using more vulgar terms and the vulgar nature of the act. I am no longer allowed to do that Sir, and will be punished if I try.” I swallowed hard as I said the words. I’ve been such a goody-two-shoes all my life, that when I did cuss it was pretty tame, and what we are doing now had become second nature to me.

“You talked like that when you bossed around you father and brother like a little bitch?” Rahjid asked me in his clipped Indian accent.

“No Sir, I was still a goody-two shoes who didn’t have to be obscene. The things I did pushing them around were obscene but my speech was not.” I replied as my mom quivered intensely as the sauce dripped down her thigh onto the sidewalk.

“You WILL lick that off the sidewalk when you are done.” My father kicked my ass to remind me and I agreed with him.

“So you think it obscene what they do to you?” Rahjid asked me.

I thought for a long moment about how to answer that and then I said “No sir, we agreed to this treatment and brought it on ourselves. They are making it harder on us than we did them because we started it. I am sorry they had to stay in your motel for so long.”

“You sorry? You trying to say my motel is not nice place to stay?” Rahjid asked incredulously.

I had really stepped into it that time. It was a bug infested dump that only whores rented out. I didn’t want to say that, but at the same time I had just preached about not sugar-coating my words and saying the truth.

“No offense intended sir, but my father and brother deserve better than this.” I decided was about the most diplomatic thing I could say while staying true to the whole honest and vulgar thing.

“You deserve better than this?” Rahjid asked me.

“No not at all sir. This is perfect for two whores like my mother and I.” I wanted to beg him to let me finish the chicken wings because I knew it was hurting my mom but it almost seemed that she mom had gotten her shakes and grunts under control from the hot sauce.

“Good, you two stay here to work day shift tomorrow afternoon?” Rahjid said.

“That’s not up to me Sir, my owners make those decisions about where we stay.” I said.

“Let the dumb bitch finish eating,” Dad said as he pushed my head forward into my mom’s crotch. “I will give you one of the girls for day shift tomorrow, but the other stays home with me.” Dad said shrewdly.

“Yes, whoever makes the least amount of money, can work it off during the day tomorrow.” Chris added while I finished the second bone in my mom’s cunt.

It felt unfair that I was already earning the most money and now mom and I were in competition. I wondered if being home in the backyard would be worse than dayshift here. My ponderings about that got me through eating the next two bones and licking the sauce and everything else off my mom’s thighs and the sidewalk. I rimmed her asshole and cunt driving my tongue all the way inside her at the very end more to please the ones watching us than with the belief that I was providing any sanitary cleaning.

Then it was my turn to lie on my back. Mom’s eyes were red from the pain as she hovered in place between my knees as Chris pulled out a few more half eaten chicken wings and dabbed them with hot sauce right in front of me.

“Finger licking good, right sis?” he joked.

“Yes Sir, it was and thank you for the meal. Can I ask that you hold my hands down before you insert them in my cunt and asshole Sir?” I felt obliged to say cunt and asshole given I had just told Rahjid that was the rule.

“Why? You don’t want us to see you flopping around like a fish on the cement?” He giggled.

I don’t know why but I joked, “I might just accidentally flop around and punch you in the gut.” I thought he’d rise up and punch me in mine for talking like that but he just laughed, kneeled down on my hands and bent over me to insert the chicken wings. There were times we could be sassy and playful with the guys but this hadn’t felt like one. I wondered if maybe I had turned a corner or if maybe Chris just hadn’t really thought about the fact I should take this more seriously.

Maybe he just thought it was funny.

I didn’t have time to think about it because instantly a searing sensation went up and down my spine. “Watch this, we call it pulling a Jamie.” Chris slipped the other bones in my cunt and ass but I barely felt them as I started to shimmy and pulse on the ground fighting his weight to struggle from the hot sauce boiling in my skin and causing my clit ring to pulse like it was on fire.

My mom’s butt plug was unceremoniously plopped into my mouth, after they yanked mine out to insert a chicken wing up my ass just in time to cut off my gasp for air. I could still taste that creamy yet spicy wing sauce on my lips but now I was feeling it on my pussy lips and the sensation was far more intense. I knew I was having a chain-reaction orgasm and shuddering. I also knew my mom was doing her best lick the chicken in the most sexy way possible for the guys. I knew that she was going to have to eat me out when she was done eating but none of that seemed to matter as I mewed and cooed and tried to hold myself still so I didn’t choke my mom while she licked the half-eaten chicken meat off the bone.

“These girls like the sex.” I remember Rahjid saying as I jiggled – my tits bouncing while my ass gyrated in a manner Mrs. Waxerman would have declared “obscene” without a doubt.

“Yah, can you believe my tease of a daughter had us buy her a fucking three hundred dollar chastity belt so people couldn’t fuck her precious little twat and now she can’t seem to get enough dick?” My dad complained about me. I was too distracted to do more than bite my lip and struggle under my brother’s weight while my mom worked over the last remaining chicken bone. I knew she was savoring every bite before she had to clean me up with her tongue.

My eyes were half-open and half-rolling in the back of my head as I struggled against pain and pleasure, but I noticed her wiggling her ass back and forth like an eager puppy – a nice tough mom, the guys probably loved that! I wish I had thought of that when it was my turn.

“Three hundred dollar? I thought you had the money problem?” Rahjid sounded disgusted at the excess spending.

“Yeah, how do you think I ran up that much of a bill? All the fucking shit these two assholes want and need, those engraved butt plugs, it all costs.”

“Tut, tut, tut” I could hear Rahjid say condescendingly as my mother’s tongue began to slather my tender cunt. I slowed down gyrating and began to move my hips in a rotation with her tongue.

I wanted to call out something but my mouth was gagged.

I wanted to grab her hair and hold her in place but my arms were under my brother’s weight.

I could do nothing but lay back and let my mom lick my entire pussy and asshole and when she was done, she looked up at me and winked. I was sweating and in awe of how pleasurable, it had been. She had been generous with her tongue using it to caress and kiss but also to touch on spots no one had touched before and it tingled in a new way – like a soft gentle rain had washed over me.

“Do you want to inspect my daughter’s cunt and asshole Sir? It’s clean now.” Mom said to my dad.

“Oh it better be, after you used that suction hose you call a mouth on it for ten minutes.” My dad sounded impatient but there was a hint of his approval in the tone of his voice.

I continued to lie on my back with my legs spread while my mother remained kneeling between my legs waiting for him to check. He realized we were waiting for his response and added, “No, it’s just going to get filled up with cum anyway, isn’t it?”

I nodded yes. I could feel that my forehead was sweaty. I bet I had that ‘freshly fucked’ look on my face like my world had just been rocked - because it had. Way to go mom for the extra effort! I mean you have to do it anyway so you might as well do it really, really well, lol.

I guess I really am pretty selfish. I’ve spent two paragraphs explaining how awesome my mom ate my pussy just then and all of it about how thoroughly she had just gotten me off. My nipples were also aching, not only because of the intensely primal sexuality of what had just happened but because I had not been permitted to milk myself. My father kicked my hand when I absent mindedly reached up to stroke my nipple ring between my finger and thumb.

“Don’t make me punish you again. You can play with those in front of customers, if you can find any.” He was staring down at me with a half-grin on his normally serious face.

“Yes Sir,” I gulped obediently as I started to regain my composure and sit up. I rose to my feet and stood obedient next to my mother, lit only by the moon and a flickering street light in the darkness.

My father threw a wet sloshy pile of clothes at my mother’s chest, “Put this on beast, it’s your reward for out-humiliating your daughter tonight.” The clothes hit the sidewalk but she obediently bent at the waist and started to dress in the clothes she had on earlier.

I don’t know if you can imagine the sound of duct tape being pulled and ripped coming from over your shoulder, but it can be a startling and scary thing when the sudden realization hits you that it is all you will be permitted to wear.

“Well Sis, time for a little fuct tape,” Chris applied a single grey strip between my legs and up my ass crack and then two smaller ones across my nipples before slapping my bottom and telling me “go get my money, slut.”

“Yes Sir, thank you.” I looked at my mom who was still trying to slip into her shoes and I realized that most of what I wrote was entirely visible on her body.

Her top was all wet and slung down enough you could almost make out all of Ask me about my Candied Titted Bitch who used to be on the honor roll’

Blacks please fuck me in the butt! asshole’ was almost entirely covered up by her skirt.

But ‘I am a whore for my son and husband who own my ass. If found running loose please call 555 -7374, so I can be punished and returned to my owners.’ was perfectly legible in red marker on her back because of the low-slung nature of the half-top she wore. You would have had to lift up the shirt a little to read ‘And I love every fucking second of it’ which may come us a humorous shocker to anyone who did.

I guess it may be also a funny reveal when they remove her mini-skirt and see ‘When you are finished fucking me, Piss all on my back’ and the concentric rings I drew like a target in a burst of inspiration (and mean-ness). I think it has helped us that we are so competitive at times, but other times we end up pushing each other in ways I think the guys would never have thought of - I guess it’s a double edged sword. In retrospect though, I intended the target to be funny and not really mean.

I took stock of what was on my own body as well.

There was “Milk, Milk’ between the separation of my tits.

‘I just popped my cherry’ right above my clit with a little drawing of a cherry. The duct tape covered up only part of the word ‘popped’.

Caution, I leave big, stinky shits’ with the dog turd and fly illustration, was most likely still very visible around my tattoo on my ass.

You could see ‘Hip’s don’t lie, I am a giant fat-ass.’ For her tramp-stamp.

‘SNOOKI TAKES IT UP THE ASS LESS THAN ME’ in big capital letters with flowery dicks on either side just above the waist bone where a tramp stamp would be and the letters ‘DTF’.

I love nigger dick up my ass almost as much as my dad’s and brother’s cocks, written below my tattoo with only a little bit of the duct tape covering up the words as it ran between my ass crack.

“Well Jamie, you’ve got no school tomorrow but I guess you are about to get a lesson in African American Studies tonight.” My brother quipped. I gave him sort of a ‘hardy-har-har’ lemony look to laugh it up and he just grinned.

They had us hook, line and sinker and we were already half-way through. In for a penny, in for a pound I suppose.

I started in one direction down the sidewalk and my mom in the other. I wanted to talk to her about all that had happened and apologize for some of the things I wrote in case she didn’t realize it was in the same spirit my brother teases me.

However, it was probably for the best that we didn’t spend time chit-chatting and got to work. I couldn’t believe I was really in the worst section of town, walking down a sidewalk wearing nothing but duct tape and a dog collar in my bare feet and I was getting away with it.

Even walking through my own neighborhood in the super skimpy bikini I felt there was an element of plausibility to what I was doing. I would appear to people as just a dumb teenager who is a little liberal about what she wears. This however was worse than walking naked I think because it was obvious I came out here intentionally like this.

Then again I wasn’t streaking down the sidewalk, so maybe I should count my blessings before I try to imagine what it would be like to work the track in the nude.

A few cars passed by with a horn honk and a couple ‘looky-loos’ slowed down to get a gander at what I was wearing. I smiled at them invitingly and they just drove on – rejection does suck. I am starting to get a taste of what Chris must have felt when dealing with girls. It is hard not take it personally.

I was standing in front of an old Quiznos that had long since gone out of business when a cop car whisked by me.

I held my breath.

“Oh god, what will I say?” I am a very truthful person, but at the same time I realized that I needed to be very careful how much truth I said so I don’t get the whole family in trouble. I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder to see if the cop had pulled over, thoughts running through my mind of how messy this was going to be.

He was gone. The streets were not that busy – there was no way he could have missed me.

He didn’t even slow down or stop.

I guess they are used to hookers working out here at night, but the other girls said the cops do hassle them some times. I let out a long breath of relief that this time I had missed the bullet. I think as awful as everything was there was this weird adrenalin rush building in me from the excitement of walking around outside like this in public and from the chance of being caught by the cops.

Maybe I am getting twisted? The old Jamie would have pissed herself at the thought of being caught littering or walking on the grass at the park.

I am definitely getting twisted because the other thought in my head was that I couldn’t wait to get the duct tape off my boobs so I could milk myself.

It looked like I would be getting my chance, a nice old man stopped where I was walking.

“You look like you could use a lift?” he said as he rolled down his window.

“You know, I could use a date actually.” I winked channeling a little of my fake sassy southern accent.

“Get in, and we can talk about it.” he offered.

He was mid 40s, close with cropped blonde hair and glasses. “Hi, my name is Alan.”

I almost said, “My name is Ass face” but instead I caught myself and said, “Hi, my name is Jamie”

“You aren’t wearing much,” Alan stated the obvious.

“Yes, because I don’t like to waste time, Sir.” that wasn’t technically a lie but I didn’t think he wanted to hear how I lost a bet and my mom got to wear clothes and I didn’t – I will leave that just between me and my journal.

“You look like you have something written on you, between your boobs?” He glanced over at me while continuing to drive.

“Here is my motel,” I smiled while guiding him into Rahjid’s parking lot and thinking about what I wanted to say about that.

“It says Milk, Milk,” I decided to fall back on plain old simple honesty – I am really predictable that way.

“Oh?” his eyes lit up as he parked the car and looked over at me.

“Yeah, as in when the duct tape comes off, you can suck on these and milk, milk them.” I cupped my almost completely exposed tits and gave him a sexy smile.

“What I like about you is how completely naïve and innocent you look.” He stroked my hair with his hand. I have to admit my heart was beating fast and I was nervous, so much so it finally dawned on me this guy could have a knife and this was something he was about to say to his prey before he reached out with a knife or something. I could feel my adrenalin pumping in fear.

I had been going for ‘sexy’ but I knew deep down that when I give those big goofy smiles I look more like a Taylor Swift polly-anna type than I do a sexy Megan Fox.

“Relax, relax, it’s cool, so how do I get to suck those titties of yours?”

Well, Sir I can do a 10 dollar hand job right here,” I started to go through the prices for him.

“Hon, a word of advice, start high and go low, what does it cost for everything?” he sounded like he knew the game and wanted to cut to the chase with me.

“Well, everything is 100 dollars sir?”

“Super, and you will give me at least 20 minutes?”

I didn’t know how long I was supposed to give him but I said “Or until you cum, Sir.”

“I like the Sir stuff, okay do you have a room here or is the reason you are charging so little, I got to pay a little man for the room?” he looked over his shoulder in the parking lot.

“No sir, it’s all inclusive, I just have to see if the room is not occupied,” I opened my car door and led him over to the room.

“Oh you share the room with your boyfriend or something?” He said as we walked towards our cabana.

“This may sound weird, but I share it with my mom sir.” I told him like it was totally normal.

He took it that way too – “Yeah, hard times falling everywhere. We all have to do what we have to do to make ends meet.”

“That is so true, Sir.” I realized that explained everything about why my mom and I had suspended the training and were working as whores, and in a funny way there was probably a metaphor about our ‘ends meeting’ together when we are tied up ass-to-ass.

“Can I ask, does your mom also work the streets as well?” Alan was very businesslike but polite.

I could hear my mom croaking and grunting in the cabana as I stepped up to the screen door and so could he. “Fuck me harder, that it’s, I am such a naughty whore for you” I had heard her all my life telling me about her exercise class or asking me about school and so it was a little off-putting for me to hear that same voice talking dirty while she was getting fucked hard.

I looked at him and he already had the answer to the question, “I guess the room is occupied.”

“I could probably fuck you in there with them. There is enough room for all of us if you don’t mind.” I could tell before I finished the sentence he wasn’t okay with that. “We could go back to the car and fuck in the backseat.”

I could feel him getting apprehensive and suspected I was about to lose this customer when I felt someone pinch my ass hard from behind.

“Surprise Betch!” It was Maya who had just goosed me from behind.

“Oh hello Maya,” Alan said politely.

“Hello Alan, I see you are trying someone new tonight?”

“Well I do like to sample, but you know I think you are hot.” Alan said a little less convincing then he probably should have.

“Oh can the crap Alan, this one is sweet but she doesn’ t have a little something extra between her legs.” Maya swiveled her hips like an old time movie star and released an exaggerated sigh.

Alan was quiet for a moment as if thinking about his words carefully.

“I am just busting your balls, champ. I can see your mom has a live one in there, or maybe two.” Maya smiled as she listened to my mom repeatedly chant ‘Oh, Oh, Oh’ over the creaky mattress sounds. “You two love birds can use my cabana. I need to drain the main vein anyway.”

I thanked her but she was already walking away and tossed a hand over her shoulder to express it was really nothing while she puffed a cigarette on one of those long stem cigarette holders like that sexy vixen in Roger Rabbit.

Maya’s cabana was nothing like our stinky little fuck hut. It was lit in soft red light and candles, decorated with ornate wall paper, crystal lamps and bawdy paintings from the 1800s and early 1900s of women with their backs exposed.

The bed was much softer and the sheets looked clean. I smiled at Alan who now had a chance to look me over.

“How old are you may I ask?” he looked me up and down impressed and then added “Eighteen, I am hoping?”

“I am,” I lied because I assumed the question of my age might lose me a customer after all this.

“You are a terrible liar, little girl but let’s get you out of that outfit.” He sat on the bed.

“Can I have the money first, Sir?”

“I can see this isn’t your first time, you know a little something - very good.” He pulled a crisp one hundred dollar bill out of his shirt pocket. It looked like one he had put there for the express purpose of paying for sex and laid it down on the night stand.

“You mind using a condom, Sir?” I saw that Maya had a small collection of latex gloves, condoms, baby powder, A&D ointment and the like delicately arranged on an ornate silver tray near the bed.

“I would mind not using a condom, but maybe not so much with you. How long have you been working out here?”

“Well, I know better than to lie to you now Sir, so um, this is actually my first night.” I said.

I could see his dick rise visibly in his pants and I decided it was time to be a little more forward and unbuckle him.

I started to remove his pants before he took over and slipped off his shoes. “So how do we take your outfit off?”

“I guess it just rips off, Sir.” I swallowed thinking about how brutal that must sound.

“You are kidding, right?” Alan looked at me with disbelief.

“That’s how my brother takes it off. Just a quick rip. It’s really not that bad. Would you like me to do it Sir?”

“Your what?” Alan seemed even more skeptical.

“I am sorry, I don’t understand the question Sir.” I said innocently.

“You said your brother rips off your duct tape? He lives in the cabana too?”

“Oh, um well actually no Sir.” I realized I had just casually mentioned my brother without thinking about how that would sound to someone who had just entered this part of the story of my life. I was about to try to explain when I felt a sudden tear on my left tit as the duct tape peeled away revealing my sore and puffy nipple with its ring.

“Your first night as a whore, but you’ve got nipple rings?”

“A lot of my friends at school do sir, it’s more popular than you may think these days” I offered while putting my hands behind my head so he could release my other breast.

“Yes, at the COLLEGE where you go to school with other 18 year olds, right?”

“Yes Sir, there at that college,” I didn’t even wince this time as he pulled off the other strip of duct tape from my tits.

“You have an amazing body!” he said as he admired me standing in front of him.

“I am glad you like it sir,” I said waiting with my fingers interlaced behind my head.

“Do you want to do the middle strip, I don’t want to hurt you,” Alan smiled.

“You can if you want, Sir.” I said. The duct tape hurt but I’ve had that kind of short term pain almost every morning for weeks now, it was nothing compared to some of the things I’ve been through.

“I can hurt you if I want, or I can remove the duct tape?” Alan asked playfully as he gingerly peeled my duct tape up enough to give him enough to rip down.

“Both Sir.” I said honestly just as he was pulling down on the strip between my legs and I think my comment totally started him.

“You mean I could spank you?” He said.

“You are paying one hundred dollars, if you want to spank me, you have twenty minutes.” I reinforced the time limit he himself had suggested and then offered, “Do you want to spank my tits, pussy or ass Sir?”

He didn’t say a thing. He quickly ripped the duct tape from my cunt and the pain seared through me. He then stood up and he had this, and I can only describe it as somewhere between mischievous and evil, grin on his face. As I focused on his face I was suddenly surprised by a sharp pain on my right tit as he slapped it hard. I gasped from the surprise more than the pain. My tits were so swollen and full from having not been milked that they already hurt and the surprise of the slap caused me to make more noise than I normally would. It also had the result of causing milk to spray out of my tit which really surprised my customer. Suddenly he was all giddy and slapping my tits with both hands just to watch the milk spray out. I hate to say this but as the pain grew from the slapping, because he was slapping harder and harder as the spray started to lesson, but the pleasure was growing and growing slowly. Finally my tits stopped spraying milk, after what seemed like an hour, but was only a couple of minutes and he threw me over his lap. He started spanking my ass hard. That glorious feeling that I now associated with a building orgasm continued to grow. It felt like he spanked me a hundred times but it was only twenty or so and then he threw me on the bed on my back. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there but he pulled my legs up and out and slapped my pussy. I screamed through clenched lips in pain because it hurt like hell but it also built my arousal higher than it had ever been. It seemed that I was on a cliff but couldn’t go any further no matter how much I tried. I could only lay there as he spanked my pussy hard. The pain both built my arousal higher but kept me from cumming. I thought it had been going on forever and had lost track of everything at that point. He could do anything to me and I would have been too out of it to really do anything to stop him if he tried.

Finally he threw himself down on top of me and I thought he was going to fuck me but was pleasantly surprised when he leaned over my tits and started sucking on one, like he was a baby suckling at its mother’s breast, while he pinched the other nipple hard, causing pain in that tit while the other was causing intense pleasure. It only took a couple of minutes for him to finish sucking the milk out of that tit I think. I guess he had forced more out than I thought by slapping them, before he switched tits and repeated the process. As I said before, I had lost track of time because I was so close to orgasm by the time he finished, all I could do was moan, more…more.

That’s when he immediately forced his averaged sized cock into me. I was so on edge from what he had done so far that I immediately went into one of my patented ‘Jamie Orgasms’. What was it Master Chris called it at the County Fair, a ‘Jamie Gasm’? God I can’t even keep from writing Master when I’m writing in my own journal when talking about my brother or father. Anyway, as I said, when my customer started fucking me, I immediately went off with one of the best orgasms I can remember. I don’t know why my body reacted that way and I didn’t even think about it at the time. All I did was wrap my arms and legs around the guy like he was my long lost lover and screamed out, “Oh God… Oh God… Keep fucking me. Oh, Oh, Oh, More… More… More…” Then I began to scream as the orgasm climbed beyond my being able to speak and I just screamed out my pleasure. The guys didn’t try to kiss me or silence me. He could tell I was having a real orgasm from the ecstasy written on my face and the sound of my voice and I think he wanted the world who could hear to know that he was a super stud or something. I don’t know what he looked like but I’m sure he had a big shit eating grin on his face as he fucked me. I lost all awareness of anything going on around me. Suddenly the glorious feelings inside me had built up so much that it overwhelmed me. I had some notion of a warm feeling spreading within my cunt but I was too out of it to realize at the time he had fucked me without a condom and was coming in me. That feeling was what put me over the edge into sweet oblivion.

When I became aware of my surroundings, I was lying on my back, on the bed with what seemed like a river of cum flowing out of my cunt. As I slowly sat up, he was just finishing buttoning up his shirt. I was still too out of it to say anything and quietly watched as he took his wallet out and pulled out 2 extra 50 dollar bills and laid them on top of the 100 and said, “You’re the first whore who ever had a real cum while I used them. I’m here in town on business once a week. I left my business card with the money too. If you and maybe even your mother would like to entertain me and my customers for some extra cash, I’d surely love to have you. Or if you just want to have another go by yourself with just me, just call me and we’ll arrange something when I’m in town. I don’t trust the other whores around here to be disease free and act properly but I can tell that you’ve been raised to be respectful and if you are I’m sure your mother is that way as well. I have some customers that would love to have a chance at a mother and daughter combination and I know it would help my business. You made my night little girl.” After that he finally walked out the door.

Twenty minutes later on the dot he emerged from Maya’s cabana with a grin from ear to ear. I quickly struggled out of bed and wobbled out after him, cum dribbling down my thighs and completely naked. My tits had been milked, my pussy, ass and tits were rosy pink and sore and okay journal between you and me - I had a grin from ear to ear.

I don’t think I could do justice to what he did to me from moment to moment during those twenty minutes but suffice it to say he made a lot of eye contact with me and for a fourty-year old man he not only had a lot of stamina but it was small things he did like caress me between spanks and brush back my hair with his hand as he was squeezing and kneading my tits.

It was an intensely intimate experience, even though it hurt and in the end I found myself wishing we had longer than twenty minutes. It was about as much time as he needed because when he finally came he filled me up with his semen, more than anyone ever had by the way, and he had this intensely relieved and relaxed look on his face.

He even thanked me again as we walked out the door and said that he normally just comes to hookers for sex but “That was something else.” He said it with as much passion as I’ve seen in anyone and knew he really meant it. He left it at that but I think the word he was looking for was despite all the spanking and rough handling there was this element of affection between us while he did it. My body responded well to him playing with it and the more he gave it attention the more it seemed to turn him on to see me get turned on. I hate to say it but I was kind of daydreaming about having a lover who would treat me like that. Love me but give me the kind of mix of pain and pleasure this total stranger had given me. I almost wish I could keep his business card to myself. But I knew that if I didn’t give it to my masters that I would be severely punished.

I was shaken out of my revelry quickly though. Maya was outside after we left, smoking her cigarette and only said, “Took ya long enough, hope you didn’t leave too big a mess in there, toots.” He had a big grin on his face but also seemed to have a bit of a worried look, like he was going to lose a good steady customer. He also held out a just filled condom and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I peaked in when you quick making any noise to be sure you were all right and saw that he was fucking you without a condom. I didn’t want to see you punished like your mom was so I gave ya a little sample of mine. Here.”

I could only nod my thanks as I took the condom and stuck it in my mouth quickly knowing I needed to report to Rahjid’s window. I immediately tasted the cum he had spread around the outside of the condom with the taste of the latex. When I glanced at Maya he shrugged as he said, “I just wanted you to have a taste of my cum. I knew I’d never get those sweet lips of yours around my cock.” He left it at that and went into his cabana.

Rahjid’s wife was at the little counter sitting expressionless. “Money first,” she commanded and I slipped the hundred dollar bill under the window, I kept the tip for masters. There is something intensely humiliating about charging people for sex, but I would say twice as much for having to turn around and hand over everything you just earned after sex. I was so high on endorphins from the last one though I really did not care.

“Condom next,” she said robotically through the thick plastic window.

I bent down a bit so I could drop it in the space where the money was supposed to go, doing my best to hide the money in my hand.

She looked only mildly disgusted as she removed it and put it into a bag, “Thank you” she announced the end of our transaction.

I wondered why Rahjid wanted us to give the condoms to him for but on the other hand I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask.

“May I have another duct tape, Ma’am?” I asked awkwardly.

“No,” she said without a second thought.

“I am supposed to work the rest of the night in the nude, Ma’am?” I questioned again because I had been told I would get new duct tape re-applied. The one I had been wearing was already in the garbage and folded on itself so it wouldn’t stick even if I went back and pulled it out of the trash.

Without looking at me Rahjid’s wife turned her head and let out a string of hindi. There was a short pause while I anticipated a response from Rahjid but couldn’t hear it and then his wife turned back to me and said without any expression “Ing ge pan di kut teh.”

“I am sorry, I don’t understand what that means.”

“It means, I have no duct tape. I cannot help you.” and with that I could tell the woman could care less that I was standing naked in her parking lot.

“Okay then, I can just work naked I um guess.” I was half-smiling at the woman as I backed away into another goose from Maya.

“Hey sweet-cheeks, we gotta stop meeting this way” she said releasing the squeeze on the ‘taint’ between my ass and pussy.

“Oh yeah… thanks so much for letting me use the cabana I said aloud, and especially for the filled condom Ma’am, I whispered so Rhajid’s wife couldn’t hear. Have you seen my father or brother around?” I said this all a little less surprised at the awkward goose than I probably should have been.

“Your brother is cute, he looks like the kind of guy who would like to play with me some time.” Maya said ignoring my question. I am not a jealous person and I can’t remember ever having envy or jealousy but a tiny part of me felt possessive of him. I wanted to tell her to keep her mitts off him for some reason but I suppressed that urge and just repeated my earlier question.

“Why, you don’t want to work naked?” she teased me playfully.

“Am I allowed to do that out here?” I asked in a tone that made me sound more wet behind the ears than I intended.

“You would do that, wouldn’t you?” Maya didn’t give me a chance to answer her rhetorical question before answering “You may not have too for long, Mister moneybags just arrived.” She pointed to a caddilac pulling into the motel parking lot.

“I don’t mind you taking a regular customer like Alan for a spin, but if you take this one, then I will cut you, you get me?”

“Yes Ma’am” I said taking her warning to heart.

“Lighten up Girly, I am just teasing. Come on, everyone will be lining up for this guy, he is weird, but he has a lot of cash. The bars must be closing down the street because he is usually the big whale payday for one of us.”

I didn’t hesitate to follow her even though I was naked. I supposed a customer in this parking lot would think that was pretty normal.

My mom was already there along with other girls Ronnie and Doris. My mom’s hair was totally fucked up and tossled every which way and she looked like she had been put through the ringer. “Wow Mom, you look like it’s been rough tonight.”

My mom turned to me and smiled unexpectedly and said “Hey, at least I am not walking around the parking lot without a stitch on, ho”.

“Oh it’s like that is it?” I put my hands playfully on my hips forgetting for a moment about Mr. Bigshot the bigfish.

“Ladies, Oh my god, it’s so nice to see all of you again!” a man stepped out of the car and his voice sounded instantly familiar.

He had that hippy-dippy tone to his voice like Tommy Chong from “That 70’s Show” and the same goofy smile on his bearded face. It was our old friend ‘Buford’ and he immediately recognized us too.

He brushed past Ronnie, Maya and Doris and walked over to us “Oh my god, Rock and fucking Roll, that’s so awesome that you two are here, do you work here now?”

“Yes Sir, I guess we do.” I said to him.

“And you are fucking naked in the parking lot, what a rush, how did that thing go at your high school?”

“You don’t remember I sucked your dick right after the half-time show Sir?”

“Sometimes my memory is a little bad,” he admitted.

“I remember you telling me all about the chastity belt my father bought for me, Sir, every little detail.”

“I did? That is so fucking cool, I love when I do that!!” he made an air-guitar riff motion with his hands while he silently jammed to his own internal groove. “Look, can I play with both of you or is that not allowed?”

“Yes sir, it’s definitely allowed.” My mom looked at me as if I might have objected but I gave her a broad smile of agreement.

“Holy motherfucking shit, that is so awesome and you two are like sisters right, like the Judds?” we walked him towards our cabana leaving the other girls disappointed behind, while my mom reminding him who we were.

I could hear Ronnie say ‘Talk about a bitch, aint that some shit? They first night and they get that big spenda!” in the distance.

“You know he aint never gonna choose you,” Doris squealed in her Brooklyn accent in response.

“No, he may not, but he aint gonna pick your fugly ass, nee-ver” I could hear Ronnie say as we stepped into the Cabana.

“So would one thousand cover it, ladies? If not I can go to the ATM.” He smiled generously. He was wearing a denim jacket and a tye-dye shirt with a red banana around his long black hair but the thing you notice about him was his thick bushy black beard tinged with a little grey. How the beard makes his teeth look so white when he smiles - which is just about all the time.

I whispered to mom, “We are only allowed to charge one hundred a piece”.

“I know but one thousand dollars? Can we afford to pass that up?”

“Mom, it is dad’s rule.”

“So tell on me, and let him punish me for getting him more money.” She whispered impishly.

“Should I come back later, ladies?” Buford was happily stomping his foot to play an invisible kick-drum only he could see and what I would only assume was bass guitar. “Born to be Wiiiilld” he sang “Head on the highway, looking for adven-churr, and whatever comes our way…” he spun his strumming arm in a wide circular motion on the air guitar he was playing.

“Oh darling, we can make it happen!” My mom grinned as she sang the same tune. This must be a golden oldie from their generation because I had no idea what the lyrics were. She was stepping out of her clothes as she sang along. Her face was greedy with lust as she danced to the silent tune he was playing that only they two could hear.

“Take the world in a love embrace!” Buford’s face lit up with pure exultant happiness. My mom wrapped her arms around him and began to stroke his beard while she reached for his belt with her other hand.

“Fire all of your guns at once” she sang while I stood there looking awkward at this.

“Oh God damn, And explode into space!!!” Buford’s glasses were fogging up and he was smiling orgasmically like he was stoned out of his mind. He always looks slightly stoned, this was much different – this was such a distilled moment for him that he seemed to have reached some internal nirvana.

“Come on Jamie,” My mother invited me to lay on the bed with him. She had already slid her own buttplug out and laid it to the side without cleaning it with her mouth. I was almost going to do it for her, but there was an intensity to how they were playing with each other, that I joined in and soon had mine out.

I will say that usually when we’ve been fucked together it’s near each other but nothing like what we started doing with Buford. I was reluctant at first and the only word I can use to properly describe it was we “double-teamed him”

My mom took over and started to writhe on his dick once we were all undressed but she continued to lead me down to suck on it. She made no attempt to make him use a condom and she had no problem kissing him. I guess Buford was a special kind of customer and I had several encounters dancing for him and sucking his dick before.

We both lay on either side of him and kissed each other with him in the middle. This seemed to make him squeal with words that I can’t quite find to describe the intense gratification he seemed to be getting from it. As mom concentrated on giving Buford the fuck of his life, I reached over and pinched her nipples gently with one hand while reaching down and caressing his balls and mom’s cunt where his cock was fucking in and out. They seemed to really like that.

If I had made Alan a happy man, I had made Buford a MOTHERFUCKING HAPPY man. In fact, he was quite literally fucking my mother like no one I’d ever seen or experienced, and I was helping him to put his dick in her ass and pussy and she was riding and grinding on it ways I had never even thought about it until then. She did this sort of dance with her waist when she was riding dick that wasn’t like my awkward hula-hoop wiggle-butt routine. It was more like this fluid grindy dance where she moved in different directions. It reminded me of the way my dad moved his stick shift when he was changing gears for some reason – there was an almost organic motion happening.

I found myself wishing she would teach me how to do that but quickly reminded myself, that I was only sixteen and I wasn’t supposed to know those kinds of things at my age. I know diary, I’m beginning to worry that I really am becoming too much of a whore and less like what everyone considers to be a normal girl. I hate to admit this but I’m thinking I kind of like some of this stuff, but I think of myself liking it and I think it’s horrible and how I shouldn’t be this way. I’m so mixed up right now and I can’t even begin to express it.

My mom guided Buford’s tongue or fingers into my ass and pussy or even into my mouth. I didn’t mind, it felt wonderful and I was glad she had taken over because Buford seemed content to ride this out and let it take him wherever he wanted to go. As a matter of fact it felt wonderful because as out of it as he seemed to always be, he knew what to do to make a woman feel good. I actually felt like I might even get an orgasm out of it. I know I was doing my best to give mom one while we did this. She deserved a little pleasure for all of the hell she has been through and how much we will go through if he really gives us the thousand dollars. It seemed that her little gyrations and my little extra help actually did push her over the edge. I don’t know for sure, she never told me. All I know is that just as she started to silently shake and stop her erotic little dance, Buford started really grunting. I was very close myself and hoped I’d get at least a little orgasm out of it and actually felt guilty for wishing it.

When Buford finally came it was inside my mom and he howled like a wolf who had just been castrated, but in a way that it seemed to like it. Mom quit shaking just before he stopped howling. I was left frustrated because I was so close to cumming but didn’t quite get over the edge. I almost wanted to beg him to keep going but I realized we had spent way more than twenty minutes with him. I also knew that we would be punished for taking so much time so it looked like a major punishment coming soon. We lay there for a few moments in one big cuddle.

“Did you enjoy that Buford?” My mom asked him with the same tone of voice she would have asked me if I had enjoyed my pancakes when I was 9 years old.

“Oh yes, yes I did!! I will never forget this. It was the best night of my entire life.”

“Well, that is so flattering, we’ll be working every night for a while if you want to come back, but we have to get back to work now.” The clock was already past 3AM and I was thinking about how much punishment we were going to get for taking so long and over-charging him. I had completely forgotten the extra hundred dollar tip I had been given by Alan. I can’t believe I keep calling him by his name. He is really the only customer I had besides Buford who I remembered. I even think of him fondly and almost dreamily like I’m in love with him. I have to remind myself that he is over 40 years old and I’m only 16 and it would never work out. I guess that is because what has been ingrained in me as normal. If I think about it I realize that history is replete with cases of men that old or older marrying young teenagers. I even remember a little episode in our own family history where my great grandmother, way back when in the 1800s was 13 when she married my 35 year old great grandfather. I thought that was disgusting at the time. But now I don’t know.

I was broken out of my reverie again by mom, “Okay, so that’s one thousand dollars, is that what we agreed on, Buford Sir?” My mom said like she was talking pleasantly to a child she was trying to humor.

“If you say so, then that is how much it costs.” Buford seemed to have forgotten how much he had agreed to pay but he pulled a thick wad of hundreds from his jeans and began to count them out, “One thousand each, God damn thank you so much.”

Even my mom looked like she was having second thoughts about charging him that much.

I gave her one of my ‘looks’ to warn her that this was beyond greedy.

“You know Buford, that’s probably too much. We enjoyed it as much as you, how about just five hundred a piece?”

“Nonsense, I already counted it. Here you go, Ladies. I shall speak with you tomorrow. I must be going now.” His voice sounded different – lucid and completely in control of his emotions. He straightened himself up as he pulled on his boots. He looked at the leather biker boots almost with disgust for a moment as if to say to himself ‘Why did I pick this outfit’ before shrugging and wishing us a pleasant good morning as he walked out into the night air.

“What was that?” I asked after he let himself out the screen door.

“That was one thousand dollars EACH!! That’s what that was!” my mom was excited and clapping her hands.

“I mean at the end, he totally changed into someone else. He wasn’t his happy-go-lucky goofy self at the end.”

“I really didn’t notice, dear.” My mom had squatted on the floor and was holding the condom under her. “Here let me fill these up real fast, so we can go turn in the money. Get your buttplug back in. We may have time for one more before the end of the night.”

I couldn’t believe she didn’t notice the change in Buford, but I didn’t have time to say anything more because Dad and Chris were standing in the doorway and looking pissed off.

“Oh Honey, don’t be mad, we each made a thousand dollars off of him.” My mom said casually while continuing to squat over the condom, even though they would obviously know she was dribbling cum in it after he left.

“Honey?” Dad asked sternly.

“I am so sorry!! I mean Sir and Master, it’s just I was so happy that this money will go a long ways. I know you are going to punish us for charging more than we should have, and taking too long to fuck him for a regular customer, and for not having our condoms full to turn in, but I think it was all worth it to help save our house, don’t you Master?”

I was thinking the key word in that sentence was ‘us’ as in punish us both. None of that was my idea, but at the same time I had gone along with it. I was afraid to even admit Buford hadn’t taken out our butt plugs and that we hadn’t cleaned them – but in my heart I was hoping mom would do that. I know I am such a goody-two shoes and it gets me in trouble but I felt so guilty. And then I remembered I had that extra hundred I had been tipped that I had quickly put on the night stand and it dawned on me that I hadn’t charged Alan extra but that I should have refused the tip if I was going to stick to the rules. I felt double guilty then and doubly so as I remembered that he also came in me without a condom and had been bailed out by Maya giving me a full one. I realized I needed to come clean. I immediately went, “Ummmm’ my last customer actually gave me an extra hundred dollar tip for how good I was for him. He… uh… also came in me without a condom. The one I turned in was one of Maya’s that he gave me when I left his Cabana. He didn’t want me to get in trouble and he also wanted to taste his cum. My customer also gave me his business card and said that if mom or I ever felt like earning a little extra money, he would happily use us to help promote his business with some special customers.” I quickly picked up the money and business card, handing it towards dad as I continued to lay in bed.

He seemed to ignore me and focused on mom, “Your SON has school in three hours, and you think we have time to punish you two sluts that extensively right now?” dad demanded.

I turned my head towards my brother, still lying on the bed, “I am so sorry Master Chris, I lost track of time!! No, I don’t think there is time to punish us right now, Sir.” My mom’s casual fuck-crazy lustful side was fading quickly as she reverted back to a woman under her husband’s thumb right before my eyes.

“You forgot you also called me ‘Honey’, you stupid cow. Stand up and stop trying to fill that condom with your dick squeezings.” Dad invaded the room and stormed over to me “And you, what are you doing laying on a bed? Your horny little ass get lazy now and think you can put your snail trails on furniture?”

“No Sir, I am sorry!” I stood up next to my mom to face his wrath.

“You are only to lay in a bed long enough for someone to fuck you, unless otherwise told, you get me, little whore?” Dad got right up in my face and actually seemed angry.

“Yes Master,” I squeaked out a tiny response.

“You are going to pick up all your mom’s bad habits. Then what will you do if your husband isn’t as generous with discipline as us?” I did not know how to answer that but he answered for me, “I will tell you what you’ll be, you’ll be a lazy, selfish, materialistic cow who puts her career before her family, and doesn’t care how little sleep the men of the family get while she does!!”

I said nothing - my father was on a roll with one of his legendary rants. He decided instead to pick up our money and pocket it and leave us each with a hundred bill. “Take those hundreds to Rahjid, and you tell him that is all you earned. I don’t want any of your polly-anna ‘But I have to tell the truth’ bullshit, either.” dad was staring at me and I nodded.

I felt like I was going to tear up a little.

It was close to 4am now and pitch black outside. There wasn’t a car on the road and the other hookers had all gone to bed. I thought I saw the orange light of Ronnie’s cigarette in a dark corner but I wasn’t sure if it was just the lights playing tricks on me but suffice to say that there was a quiet stillness outside.

We were both completely naked except for our dog collars when we reported to Rahjid’s window.

His wife did not looked surprised in the least that our naked tits were bouncing in front of her window. “Money first”

We slid the money into the slot under the window and though she looked slightly skeptical she added only “Condoms next”.

“I am sorry Ma’am, this is all I have.” Mom took the very empty condom from her mouth and put it into the slot.

The woman made a face of disgust and slipped it into a bag. I desperately wanted to ask what on earth they wanted them for but instead I just asked politely “Free to go?”

“Thank you and goodbye,” Rahjid’s wife expressionlessly stared at us until we turned and walked away from the window back to Chris and Dad.

“We’re ready to be trussed up in the truck, Sir.” My mom said with vigor to her husband.

“Oh, but I thought I told you, whoever earns the least gets to stay and work day shift. You earned 40 dollars less than your slut of a daughter, how does that make you feel?” Dad said while making us stand in the middle of the parking lot bare-ass.

“Actually, good. I thought Ass-face would do much better than me. I am glad I was able to come close to her earnings Sir.”

“You actually are a good slut, you know that?” Dad said smiling at us both.

“I do sir.” My mom admitted with a smile back.

“But you know you have to be punished for everything you just did with Buford, right? And then he turned to me and added and you for what you did with your customer.”

She answered quickly for both of us, “Yes Sir, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. We willfully broke the rules. I did want to say one thing though?”

“Say it while you follow us behind the cabana. There may be a few truck drivers still out on the road and they don’t want to be blinded by your big ass if they happen to ride by.” Dad led us behind the cabana where the trash cans and power meter were.

“Earlier I said we should be punished, but actually Ass-face had nothing to do with my decisions to over-charge Buford, and take all that time. She shouldn’t be punished for my mistakes Sir.”

That was unexpected of her. I remember feeling something in my stomach when my mom had said “punish US”, that might be more like ‘why you bitch, I’ll get you back for that one’ but not in an angry way. I had accepted I would be punished and it was more like a friendly rivalry almost.

Dad was already lining her back up against the faded yellow siding of the cabana and putting her hands above her head. He attached a plastic tie to her wrists and then connected that to some cables and wires that went into the house. “Oh she shouldn’t, eh? That’s just like you to try to weasel one of yourselves out of punishment. Ass-face did you fuck Buford?”

“Yes Sir.” I admitted.

“Did you let him pay you 1,000 dollars for the privilege of depositing that dick down the same cum-hole you let midgets, blacks and whatever else use tonight?”

“Actually, he technically didn’t fuck me, Sir.” I admitted to gasps.

“What?” Dad said. It bugs me when people heard me but they ask me to repeat myself, but obviously I am in no position to say anything about that being a personal issue of mine. I probably should be more upset when people tie my naked mother up to a rickety old motel wall – it’s funny how while my dad continued to lock her spread eagled against the wall neither of us really paid it that much mind.

“I um, well he fucked mom a lot, he mostly played with my pussy and ass Sir. He only had one dick.” I added.

“I know how many dicks he has,” Dad said with disgust. “You really think you deserved to charge someone 1,000 dollars and they didn’t even get the satisfaction of playing hide the sausage in your precious little pee-hole? How much do you think that cunt is worth?”

“I guess fifty dollars, since that is how much it costs for half and half sir?” I was unsure of the answer.

My dad reached between my legs and pinched my clit hard between his fingers. “This wet cum flap is worth fifty dollars for one throw? I blame Obama for the inflation.” He laughed as he let it go and turned to my mom.

She was now like a fly caught in a web, completely immobilized against the back wall of the cabana and spread eagle. He took a dirty towel and said “Assface, wipe your mom’s sweaty thighs and ass down before we leave her here to start her day shift.”

I dutifully obliged and when I was finished he stuffed the cloth in her mouth to gag her. Then he slapped her titties in an underhanded motion before giving her clit a slap.

“You won’t have any dicks shoved in that cum hole for a few hours, but you can practice kegels if you want to keep that pussy tight, let me see one.”

My mom obeyed and winked her pussy at her son and husband while they laughed and walked me towards the truck.

Dad ignored her as he walked away but then turned and added “I’ll call Rahjid and tell him you are back here when I wake up and take a shower tomorrow. I’ll expect you to tell him all the naughty things you did and beg him to punish you before I get here with your whore daughter to start night shift. If he doesn’t punish you hard enough for everything, I will. Is that understood?”

She meekly nodded as they walked me to the truck.

“You are lucky Sis, back to the house for you to lay around with Roscoe all afternoon.”

“Yes Sir, very lucky.” I was thinking about poor mom left like that. She was going to have it so much worse than me. I thought I had seen plastic Tonka trucks and such laying out on one of the cabana patios. If someone’s kids wakes up to see that – well then again, they live in a motel with hookers, drunks and crack whores, so maybe that wouldn’t surprise them so much.

“You seem upset.” My dad asked as they were loading me in the truck.

“Am I going to be punished for everything, sir?” I asked meekly.

“I dunno Dad, she was a pretty good slut.” Chris stood up for me, and it only made me feel even guiltier.

I blurted out, “Well also, Buford didn’t take our buttplugs out, we had to take them out for him and then we didn’t clean them until the end.” I had my eyes shut tight as I admitted another of our mistakes.

“I’ll tell you, I’ll probably punish you for scrunching that nose up like that as well,” Dad chuckled and slapped me on the butt to get me on all fours in the back of the truck. “I’ll think about it and tell you after I’ve had some sleep. We can’t get too soft on you, but I do appreciate you telling me what your whore of a mother wouldn’t.”

The cool night air on the drive home whisked over my body like a cool shower. The relaxed feeling I had alone on all fours in the back of the truck actually made the night’s debauchery slip away like a dream as we headed for home. Every now and then he would stop and I could see the glow of a red light as it changed to green but either I was now over-tired or I was completely relaxed and putting my mind at ease.

I tried to think about my mom tied up on the back of the motel wall and what it would be like as the sunrise greets her naked body and rises over the morning while she waits for someone to untie her so she can be punished. How the anticipation must be driving her crazy, but it seemed surreal. I could only think about returning to ‘normal’ at home and resting in my own backyard. See diary, I don’t even think of normal anymore as sleeping in my house in a nice warm bed in my own room. How sick is that?

My tits were sore, my pussy was sore, my ass was sore but the night air had whisked the cool breeze along the sweat on my skin and nothing hurt or ached.

I suppose being a whore isn’t so bad. I knew it wasn’t going to be the glamorous fairy tale of Pretty Woman where a hooker in stockings meets her Bradley Jenkins who whisks her away to five star hotels, fancy dinners and Tiffany’s. Don’t get me wrong – I saw some really weird shit tonight, but having spent a night working as a whore, I can honestly say it doesn’t scare me so much now. I guess I’d have to wonder if life can throw anything worse at me?

Speaking of which, the guys stopped at Denny’s.

Yes, that is right. Dad had just preached about getting Chris home in time to get a little sleep before school but they pulled into Denny’s with me naked in the back of the truck.

“Want to come inside, Sis?” Chris chuckled over the truck wall as they got out. It wasn’t very busy there but I was feeling particularly vulnerable without Mom next to me and naked in the truck bed

“Please just hurry back sir?” I pleaded.

“What’s that? Are you making demands on our time?” I couldn’t see him, but I could picture Chris cupping his ear like he hadn’t heard me correctly.

“Well, just that you said you needed to get some sleep before school, Sir.”

“Oh suddenly concerned if I get enough sleep are you? Not that you have to stay just like that while we eat?”

“Well, okay that too, Sir.” I admitted with a laugh while staying on all fours and looking straight ahead.

“You know sis, if you were a cookie, you’d be a Whoreo, you know that?” Chris joked in response.

“You know if the shoe was on the other foot, I’d call you a double-stuff right now, Sir.” I said laughing.

There was a quiet pause. I wondered if I had offended him by bringing up when Mom and I were in charge.

“It used to be on the other foot,” Chris said quite seriously “But I like using this foot to shove up your ass, now stop talking because I am HONGRY!!” he laughed at the end letting me know he was just fucking with my head. He added “If you are good, maybe you can share some left-overs with Roscoe.”

I had forgotten about Roscoe. As a Dog the sight of a naked female woman on a leash doesn’t surprise him. If he saw an elephant or a dinosaur or anything his dog mind just processes it as ‘another thing’ and he probably doesn’t think too much about it. I wish I could be that simple at times.

It was desperately quiet in the stillness of the Denny’s while I waited for Dad and Chris to finish eating. I heard the loud rumble of a truck pull into the parking lot every now and then but no one saw me. I thought about how I’d explain myself if they did but I couldn’t come up with many plausible excuses that I could probably say with a straight face.

I was starting to get really tired now that we were not moving and nothing was happening. I could barely hold myself up on all fours when I felt a hard slap on my ass. Through bleary eyes I turned around. We were already home and now the sun was starting to peak out.

“Get up, lazy bones.”

Dad had parked in the drive way and hadn’t backed in. There wasn’t anyone out yet but it wouldn’t be like before morning joggers and little old ladies come out to pull in the newspaper. I had spaced out for the entire ride back to the house and Dad’s spanking had startled me.

I jumped out the back of the truck quickly, wearing only my dog collar and the smudged words my mom had written on me.

“Hello Mr. Pewterschmidt,” Chris waved at our neighbor.

“Hey, nice to see you.” He was getting in his little red sports car as he called back to us.

“Say hello, Sis.” Chris nudged me with his elbow.

I turned to face him completely naked, “Hello Mr. Pewterschmidt.” I waved.

He had apparently fucked my mom this weekend and knew all about our situation so it didn’t surprise him. Instead, he just looked down his dark Raybans at me and said, “You guys are still playing your game, that’s great. I’d stay but I’ve got to jet.” with that he pulled out of the driveway as if this was merely something mildly amusing – which I am sure to him it was.

Crises averted and now after the guys got me with one final humiliation I could crawl into the backyard and crash out for a while.

“Hello Mrs. Waxerman, it’s nice to see you this morning.” Chris said and I whipped my head around my shoulder, this was going to be a whole new level of weird on top of everything else!

“Hahah, you nearly pissed yourself!!” Chris was doubling over in laughing. He had just been fucking with my head. Dad was tired and he was being somber and quiet while Chris had his laugh.

“Chain your sister out on the lawn and make sure there is enough food for her and Roscoe, then get yourself ready for school, okay?”

“Yes Sir, boss-man.” Chris answered sarcastically.

“It’s not like that Chris, I am just tired and want to lay in my cushy bed, it was a rough night. You know we are partners. ”

When we got inside Chris ordered me to heel, and I dutifully got down on all fours and walked behind him into the backyard where he chained my collar to Roscoe’s dog house.

He set out dry dog food and clean water, and then slapped me on the ass playfully.

“You are lucky you aren’t in school, lot of big exams next week.”

I had to smile at the subtlety of his joke about how I would prefer being left outside tied up like a dog to the grueling nature of studying and exams. Then again, maybe my brother wasn’t joking. “I am going to cuff your hands behind your back, so you don’t get any ideas about playing with your pussy or anything.”

“Naturally, Sir.” I gave him that lemony smile to indicate I knew it was to make me uncomfortable and he was just having his fun at my expense. He clicked the cuffs behind my back and now I could only awkwardly remain on my knees with only my chin and my tits hitting the ground.

“Stay just like that, don’t sit up, and don’t lay flat unless it’s curled up in a ball –remember, you are a dog now.”

“Woof, Woof” I said slowly as if sarcastically acknowledging the way he was leaving me, while he walked back in through the sliding glass door. Chris turned back around and walked out to me. Had I stepped across the line?

He took Roscoe’s rubber bone and put it in my mouth “Good doggy” he patted me on the head and said, “This better be in here when I get home.”

He left me out there with my thoughts and got himself ready for another day of school. I was done with the popularity games, the extra-curricular, the rushing from class to class at least for a while. I wasn’t sure what life would be like when I got back to school, but it would never be the same again – of that I could be certain.

I was starting to drift to sleep on that thought when I felt a nuzzle from Roscoe. That was cute, he wanted to snuggle with me and keep me warm. What a good doggy – it was nice that he could be a comfort.

My thoughts shifted back to how hard my mom was going to have it. I know how I am and I would feel even more guilty if my mom gets punished without me, so I made a mental note to tell my dad that…what is this?

“Roscoe No.” I thought to myself at first because I was shocked his nuzzling had turned into licking. He licked the sweat and (everything else) off us from yesterday, once I realized it was happening again I just accepted it.

He didn’t know any better and dogs love to sniff asses. He was licking and sniffing mine and I was too tired and too worn out to really do more than wiggle it in defiance - which he took as a playful invitation to continue.

I would have to learn to grin and bear it, and honestly he wasn’t as skilled as mom with his tongue but it was broad and just a little bit prickly and wet and it felt good. There were worse ways to fall asleep.

There are however not many worse ways to wake up.

The first thing I heard were the ‘Pooper Snooper’ Waxerman boys laughing and egging me on from above the fence. They were no longer so shy they would hide behind the fence and just talk to me, but they were not coming in the yard either.

Instead, I saw their grinning faces popping over the edge of the wooden fence and laughing at me. This didn’t surprise me at first because they’ve seen me in a lot of humiliating situations and laughed every time. My first clue there was more to this was how intensely they were laughing.

I still had the dog bone in my mouth as I raised myself up. I knew I had fallen asleep on my nose and it was probably red but there had to be more than that to make them laugh that hard.

I didn’t feel it at first, but there it was.

The prickly feel of a cold, wet little nose? No finger? No it was Roscoe’s dick like a red lipstick that had risen out of its case and it was pressing against my inner thigh. Roscoe was on my back and he was desperately humping me while I had been asleep to the delight of the Waxerman boys.

I shook my head no at them. They had seen me getting switched, get an enema, they had all fucked me, but this was a new disgusting low and as I wiggled my ass to shake Roscoe he only took this as a cue that I was encouraging him.

“What are you boys doing on my lawn?” My dad’s voice was like a thunderbolt shooting through me as it emerged from behind me.

The Waxerman boys disappeared like rabbits down their hole as soon as they heard it. My dad chuckled after they were gone.

“Reminds me of when I was a kid, one summer I remember seeing my babysitter sunbathing in her backyard. I was never sure if she did it every day at the same time because she knew I was watching or not.” He said in a voice like he was remembering the heady days of his youth with awe.

I grunted into the rubber bone for dad to help get Roscoe off of me now. He wasn’t inside me but he was fucking reasonably close enough that I could feel the slimy wetness of his cock on what my Science teacher might have called ‘The Femoral Triangle’, and what Chris would call the ‘Crotch-Bone’.

“Yeah, of course you do.” Dad answered my muffled murmurs as if he understood me, laughed to himself and shuffled back in the house wearing his robe and drinking a cup of coffee. “It sucks making your own coffee in the morning, but the things I do to accommodate you two.” He chuckled to himself as he was bemused by seeing Roscoe go to town on my rump in my helpless state.

I admit it probably did look pretty funny at first glance – but Dad c’mon, shoo Roscoe off like you did the Waxerman boys!! (PLEASE?) – no luck.

I could hear him start up the computer from inside the house as the familiar windows startup sound played I realized Dad knew Roscoe was humping me and thought it was funny.

Suddenly, a thought flashed across my mind – It is not one I am proud to admit. I could have imagined myself in my ‘happy place’ where I go when awful things happen to me. I could imagine myself trading places with Chris and dutifully studying for my exams or Dad and I’d be working on the computer. Of all the places I could go in my mind, I just wished I could trade places with mom strung up spread-eagle back at the motel.

Having felt so bad to leave her out there, I now suddenly would gladly trade places with my mom if my dog would stop humping me and coming so close to my pussy! It was really driving me bonkers and remember when I said I had sunk to a new form of depravity at the start of the chapter? Well, I just went one more notch further than that.

All the wishing in the world wouldn’t change one thing though – this was just the start to my day and Roscoe was horny as hell once he started humping.