The Making of a Slut – Part 3

Part 3


I thought that Dad and Derek would be the only ones to use me day in and day out. I grew very attached to the idea of being their sex toy, their daily convenience. Never a day wemt by, unless Dad was away at a conference or something, that I didn’t get my pussy stuffed and my mouth filled with cum. I had orgasms all the time. And that dildo I wore to school, on Dad’s orders, kept me hot, very hot. I often squirmed in my seat trying to get a little more of a thrill. ANd I thought my antics went unnoticed, but I hadn’t counted on my brother Derek, or his evil little plottings to pay off his gambling debts with a little bartering. He traded me for a tidy sum he’d lost at a card game. I didn’t know at the time, of course, that Daddy was in full agreement with the plan, or that Derek would never have dared set it up without permission. No, that day, I thought my brother had just gotten completely out of hand.


The school day was over, and I’d been to the girls bathroom to readjust the strap that held the dildo in place so I could walk home. It made me walk just a little bowlegged, but it still felt good. Apparently I’d been longer than I thought because the hallways were empty of kids. I headed down to the second floor and just as I was walking past the doors that led to the swimming pool area and the locker rooms, my brother Derek jumped out in front of me. I was startled, and he laughed. “What’s the matter, slut? Spent too long diddling yourself in the loo?”

“Oh, shut up,” i said, thinking that the rules were only for when we were at home. But he got angry instantly.

“Don’t you talk back to me, bitch. Now get your ass in here.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the boys locker room. “My cock’s hard,” he said. “Strip off and get on your knees.”

“Not here,” I protested. “Someone might come in.”

“Like I care,” he laughed. “You’re a slut cocksucker, and I want my cock sucked. Now do it, or you’ll be sorry.”

I had become so accustomed to obeying, and my pussy so ready to be used, that I dropped my bookbag and quickly took off my shoeis, socks, blouse, bra, and skirt. I wasn’t allowed to wear panties at all anymore. So all I had was the strap of the dildo around my waist and between my legs. Derek scooped up my clothes and tossed them into a locker, and shut it.

“What are you waiting for, bitch? Suck my cock.” I assumed the proper position in front of him, on my knees, though the linoleum was hard and cold. He was good and hard, and once I’d freed his cock, I immediately wrapped my lips around it. I was nervous, listening for the sound of anyone, and trying to get him off quickly so we could get out of there.

“You like my dick in your mouth, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I mumbled, slurping away, licking and stroking.

“And you like getting your twat stuffed full of cock?”

“Yes,” I nodded, dropping one hand to my clit.

“Good, because you’re going to be plenty of that.” He grabbed my head between his hands, and suddenly I felt another pair of hands cup my tits. I yelped and tried to back away, but Derek held me tight, his cock buried in my mouth. “Don’t even think of disobeying me,” he hissed. “We’re gonna have some fun with you, the kind of fun whores like you really like.”

A voice behind me said, “Oh, man, this bitch is hot. But she don’t need a dildo up her twat when she can have the real thing.” The strap was unbuckled and the rubber dong yanked out. Instantly I felt the bulbous head of a cock pressed against my cunt lips.

“Remember guys, not in the ass.