Being Mr. Miller’s Slut – The End

As we drove home from the city Mr. Miller explained to me his plan to get my parents to let me go live out at the farm with him on a full time basis. I knew what he was talking about was wrong, but I also knew it meant I’d be able to fuck and suck as much as I wanted and I was excited. Not only about that, but about how we were going to do it. From the car Mr. Miller called my parents and apologized about getting stuck in the city, he told them we were on our way and he’d bring lunch for all of us as an apology to them. My parents still thought the Miller’s were just nice guys watching out for me. They were about to find out that wasn’t true.

When we got home there were hugs and kisses all around, and as Mr. Miller spread out the food he’d bought from a local caf?I went upstairs to take a shower. I came down dressed in a skirt and a t-shirt, having left my bra off as Mr. Miller instructed. My heavy 32C breasts were swinging and my hard wet nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton of the t-shirt. I hoped that Mr. Miller’s plan was going to work because once I walked into the kitchen dressed like this there was no going back. My parents were going to freak if he hadn’t done his part. Of course I shouldn’t have worried.

I stepped into the kitchen to find my parents still sitting at the table, though Mr. Miller had cleared all the food away. My mother was laying on the table, just like the girl last night. Mr. Miller had drugged them both, and mom was out cold. Dad wasn’t, but I could see his eyes were glazed over as they tried to track on me. Mr. Miller just smiled and motioned me to stand at one side of the table facing my father. I could see the confusion in daddy’s eyes as he mumbled. “What…is happening?”

Mr. Miller walked up behind me and put his hands on my waist. He looked at my mother’s prone form on the table, then he laughed. “You’re about to get what most father’s only dream of. How the fuck does your daughter have such great tits when your wife has none?” He moved and pushed my mother back in her chair, then roughly ripped her blouse open. Mom does have tiny tits, she doesn’t even wear a bra. Her little A tits popped out as Mr. Miller ripped her shirt away, and my father’s eyes widened but he was too drugged to do anything but verbally protest. “Stop it Charles, what…what?” Mr. Miller ran his hands roughly over my mother’s little titties and shook his head, then looked at me. “Show us your tits cunt, let’s compare.” My father groggily turned his head to look at me, and I pushed my t-shirt up, letting my large tits fall out into the open. “Hmm …” Mr. Miller said as he pinched one of my mother’s nipples making it hard. “Pinch your nips slut we need to get a good comparison.” I raised my hands and began rubbing my tits, then pinching my nipples hard. My father’s eyes were bugging out of his head, but I realized he wasn’t looking away. He swallowed hard when Mr. Miller said “Enough, come here.”

I walked to stand by Mr. Miller and my half naked, unconscious mother. My father’s eyes tracked me the whole time. Mr. Miller lifted a hand and cupped one of my big tits, he rolled the nipple and roughly squeezed it while doing the same to one of my mother’s smaller tits. “I still don’t see it. Put your tits closer to hers whore.” I heard my father make a strangled sound as I straddled my mother and leaned over. I pressed my hard nipples up against hers and started rubbing against her. I moaned as her perky little nips rubbed against mine. Mr. Miller laughed. “Well isn’t that a sight, but I still don’t see the resemblance.