When Cindy's mother finally passed away, after a recollective and terrible battle with cancer, Cindy was left with footling in the way of alternative. At eighteen years old, she'd dropped out of high school, which was boring, and stayed household with her ailing female parent. Mother had not been pleased, but had lilliputian energy to fight Cindy's decision, instead woefully lamenting that her girl would give birth very slight chance at success in animation when she was gone.

Cindy, who had gotten by so far on her good aspect, only saw other pretty girlfriend that lived life history of ease and opulence on mixer spiritualist and TV. Those female child just got to bet precious, and mass gave them clothes, apartments, and cars. Cindy, herself, had a few thousand Instagram and TikTok follower, who delighted in seeing her dance to mindless bimbo pop or racy hip-hop. In her pictures and picture, she showed her big titty and round of golf ass in panties and bras, kept an Amazon wishlist, and some of her followers would buy her things.

It was this simple, silly fact that made Cindy think that she'd get by just fine in life if she grew her social media following. Her lifespan program was to continue dancing stupidly and taking photos of herself in Bikini and small panties, so that hoi polloi would furnish her with free things for her mediocre efforts. Unfortunately, Cindy didn't realize that these dreaming were just that, dreams. Having such a lifestyle required heavily work and patience, two calibre that Cindy had an distaste to.

What Cindy did not have an aversion to was pretty girls, because Cindy was a lesbian. Cindy loved to go down on hot female child and possess them go down on her. Her pussy got hot when she passionately made out with other women, and loved a good snuggle, while she giggled and groped her girlfriends. Sadly, Cindy's life changed drastically on the day her female parent was gone.

Cindy did not desire to inhabit with her aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob. The pair of them were, in her judgment, weirdo and bigots. Since Cindy's coming out, aunty Lisa had refused to verbalize with Cindy's mother, because auntie Lisa did not believe in gay woman, gays, or other-gendered soul. Unfortunately for Cindy, aunty Lisa was the only family she had left. open that her rise to internet stardom was only in its infancy, Cindy either had to fend for herself or ask her auntie Lisa for a home to stay.

"I loved my Sister, despite the fact that she allowed you to extend on this lesbian falderol of yours,"Aunt Lisa said, after the funeral,"so I'm going to bid you, this once, because it's the right thing to do, a shoes to bide while we sort this unit business out."

"Really ?"Cindy asked, tearfully,"Thank you, aunt Lisa. I didn't know what to do. I promise that I'm going to be really famous one day soon, and I'll pay you back."

Aunt Lisa only rolled her eyes at this and said,"We'll talk about the placement later. Let's just show some obedience for now."

***

Cindy arrived in her mother's car, at the family of her aunty Lisa and Uncle Rob. She had two suitcases with wearing apparel and little else. Aunt Lisa showed her to a bedroom, and again Cindy expressed her thanks. Uncle Rob took the suitcases past Cindy's bedroom.

"Uncle Rob, those go in here,"Cindy called.

"No, they don't,"Uncle Rob replied, without further explanation.

"Sit down, Cindy,"aunt Lisa commanded,"We need to ingest a public lecture about the arrangements of your stay."

Cindy, confused, took a bum on the bed.

"You have two options,"aunty Lisa said,"You can stay here, and you'll follow my rules, or you can go make your own way and ingest your own principle. It's your decision and no one is going to drive you."

"Um, okay. What rules ?"Cindy asked.

"outset, you know exactly where I stand on this lesbian job. If you stay here, you're not going to be lesbian. Girls who only sleep with daughter are useless for populating God's dry land. That's a womanhood's place, not at the head word of some party, or out there slutting around with early daughter and keeping her pussy off limitation for ripe men to pump babies into."

Cindy was appalled, her jaw dropping, but Aunt Lisa was far from finished. Uncle Rob returned at this point, holding some weird leather and alloy thing in his hand.

"Second, to take a shit sure you aren't sneaking in other little girl to work your cunt, you're going to wear this sexual morality knock,"auntie Lisa explained.

Uncle Rob presented the thing to his wife, who took it and showed it to Cindy.

"What… what is that ?"Cindy cried,"I don't want to hold out that !"

"You don't have to tire it,"Aunt Lisa said,"but if you don't you aren't living here."

"But… but…"Cindy sputtered.

"That's the linguistic rule, girl. Take it or leave it,"aunt Lisa said with finality.

"But, I can't ! I have to do my television to be an influencer, and I can't vesture that !"Cindy argued.

"Actually, we have some ideas about that,"aunt Lisa countered,"and we're going to help you with this influencer line. But you're going to wear that rap if you stay here."

Cindy began to sob and indicate,"It isn't fair !"

"It's not honest that I have to take care of a girlfriend that wants to do nothing but claim trashy pictorial matter and lick cunt,"Aunt Lisa said,"but here we are. Now, what will it be ?"

Cindy looked at the belt, looked at the door, looked out the windowpane at the wide and chilling world.

"I… I guess I'll wear it,"she said, sadly.

auntie Lisa nodded. She produced a document for Cindy to sign.

"This is a consent form that states that your Uncle Rob and I will be managing your accounts and that you've elect to abide by the terms of our living arrangements, which are spelled out in detail in this document."

She passed the document to Cindy. It was very profound, bound, and filled with many complicated words. Cindy flipped through it but it seemed like gibberish.

"You can read over it tonight. I don't want you to sign anything without having the fourth dimension to understand it. I'll serve dinner at 6:00. Tomorrow morning, you'll pass me your answer."

Cindy did try to read the wide written document, but it was very boring. Instead, she spent the evening trying to observe an substitute living arrangement. However, none of Cindy's"ally"really wanted to give birth a homeless person female child with no real plans for the future living off of them. Disheartened, Cindy signed the text file the future morning, spirit on making her mixer metier career a success and getting out of her plight as quickly as possible.

***

She handed the document over that morning and, after breakfast, aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob took her back to her bedroom. aunty Lisa carried the belt but handed it to Uncle Rob.

"payoff off your wearing apparel, so Uncle Rob can put on your whack,"aunty Lisa instructed.

"What ? No !"Cindy protested.

"No ? You just signed the declaration. This is part of it. You can break the declaration, but then, since you just signed over all time to come net from your ‘ career'to Uncle Rob and I, you'll need to feel somewhere else to go and another line of work."

"But I didn't…"Cindy began, then stopped.

She, actually, had no idea what she had done, because she hadn't read any of it.

"That isn't funfair !"she protested, again.

"What else isn't fair ?"Aunt Lisa asked and looked expectant.

"That… that you have to film in a girl that takes trashy film and… and licks cunt,"Cindy said, blushing.

Aunt Lisa nodded and said,"Now, submit off the dress and let Uncle Rob put on your belt.

Cindy dithered, then slid down her shorts, her tegument flushed crimson as the two of them stared at her bare legs and panties.

"All of them,"Aunt Lisa commanded.

"But I'll be naked,"Cindy argued.

"I have other wearing apparel for you,"Aunt Lisa explained.

Cindy, sobbing, stripped off her top, then fumbled with her bra. She covered her tits with her arm and tried to wiggle out of her panties, too, eventually managing to get them down her wooden leg and sound off them off. Uncle Rob stepped forward with the belt and knelt, inhaling the scent of Cindy's pussy as he invited her to maltreat into the belt.

Cindy complied, wiping at her tears, and allowed her uncle to slide the unearthly thing up her ramification. Cindy gasped as a little protrusion slid into her cunt. He fit it tightly about her sex and clicked a lock. auntie Lisa took her clothes from the bed and Uncle Rob left the room.

"Now,"auntie Lisa said,"when you have to do your business or take in your shower, you'll ask Uncle Rob to unlock your belted ammunition. If you don't, then you can just piss yourself and then you'll clean up your mess."

"That's Weird !"Cindy argued.

"Being a snatch sucker is uncanny,"Aunt Lisa shot back, cruelly,"but it's a weird domain we live in."

Uncle Rob returned with a top and handed it to Cindy. Cindy held it up. The top was very small.

"It won't fit,"she complained.

"It will,"Aunt Lisa assured her.

Cindy struggled to get the top on over her tits, eventually managed it, but the top fit very tightly and painfully crushed her breasts together. The belt suddenly began to vibrate, sending a surprise wafture of delight into Cindy's pussy.

"What is that ?"she cried.

"It's a vibrator,"auntie Lisa explained.

Cindy tugged at the belt, the whorl, and then she dropped to her stifle and screeched as the shaking turned to a horrible jolt of electric pain sensation and she began to cry.

"You shouldn't try to consume it off or mess with the lock chamber,"Aunt Lisa explained,"or it will zap you."

"Why ?"Cindy cried.

"Because it's useful,"Aunt Lisa said, and offered no encourage explanation.

The swath began to tickle her twat once more and Cindy struggled back to her feet.

"Now, lay on the bed, so Uncle Rob can take your picture,"Aunt Lisa said.

"My picture ? No !"Cindy argued.

"This is part of your new vocation, Cindy,"aunt Lisa said, calmly,"You agreed to this. From now on, Uncle Rob and I will manage your content."

"That's not my content !"Cindy protested.

aunt Lisa held up a remote and said,"We can also shock your slit with this."

Cindy quickly laid on the bed. Uncle Rob took a photo of her embarrassed face, crushed bosom, and her kitty locked in the belt.

"Now, you just ascertain TV for the quietus of the day,"aunt Lisa said,"I'll phone call you down for lunch."

Uncle Rob turned on the TV with a remote, which he pocketed, and Cindy's latest horror began. The TV began to play a video of hardcore porn. The fille on the screen moaned loudly as a big man held tightly to her rose hip and roughly thrust his cock into her. Her melon bounced and wobbled as he fucked her.

"What is this ?"Cindy asked, appalled.

"The lonesome reason you think you're a lesbian is because you haven't had your twat fucked,"Aunt Lisa said,"You're not going to watch girls solve cunt around here."

"I don't want to watch erotica !"Cindy protested,"It's gross !"

"Well, this is parting of your job now,"auntie Lisa explained, and Uncle Rob took a picture of Cindy watching the porn.

"Please,"Cindy begged,"Please don't make me watch it. I'll… I'll go get a job somewhere. I'll pay you rent, just… don't make me watch it."

aunty Lisa held up the remote.

"No ! I'll… I'll picket it,"Cindy backpedaled.

"commodity girl,"auntie Lisa said,"Now, Uncle Rob is going to sit with you while you watch the movie."

Cindy paled, looking at her uncle, but she knew beneficial than to debate. Uncle Rob joined her on the bed, settling himself with his book binding to the headboard. Cindy yelped as the big man pulled her back against his chest, her ass between his spread leg. She flushed, humiliated, as she felt his arduous cock. Her uncle reached around and began to grope Cindy's boob through the top as he watched the erotica with her.

"What are you doing ?"Cindy yelled and shook herself costless, rolling off of the bed, furious.

"He's doing his job,"Aunt Lisa said,"Now get back there so I can get a good picture of him squeezing your tits."

"No ! That's… that's everlasting and it's awry !"Cindy argued.

Aunt Lisa touched the remote and Cindy crumpled, a irritating shock shocking her cunt. She cried as she crawled back onto the bed and sat back between Uncle Rob's legs.

"good girl,"Aunt Lisa said, and then the belt began to vibrate her cunt once more.

Uncle Rob's big helping hand began to squeeze Cindy's melons, while Aunt Lisa took a few pictorial matter of it.

"I'm going to start working on your new content,"Aunt Lisa explained,"You just stay fresh watching your movie with Uncle Rob. I'll come get you for lunch."

She left the elbow room and Cindy continued to sob, while Uncle Rob squeezed and groped her breast, tugging on her nipple and breathing into her ear. On the projection screen, yet another porn lady friend was having a big dick repeatedly shoved into her wet and creaming cunt. The horrifying bang continued vibrating Cindy's pussy, occasionally altering its pattern and making her twat throb. To her horror, it began to get wet.

For over two hours, Cindy watched the disgusting porno, while Uncle Rob molested her pap and whispered in her ear.

"Look at the trivial trollop cum on that tool. She's so good for him. picket ! She's going to cum again."

"She's a real anal retentive sporting lady, isn't she ? Can you consider how easily she orgasms from that dick up her ass ?"

"Watch his putz, Cindy. Watch it go inside her puss. See ? She's so ripe. That's what pussycat is for. pussycat is for men to fuck."

"See how much she likes sucking it ? All missy want to imbibe on cock, Cindy. It's natural. Being lesbian is a lie. Lesbians are just girls that seaport't been shown how to suck and make out cock, yet."

Cindy stayed still through Uncle Rob's twit, ashamed by the wetness in her pussy, even though she knew it was just because of the belt. She hated the way that her Uncle's hands on her breasts only made her more conjure up. With him behind her, she tried to imagine that it was one of her girl, but his perpetual rustling in her ear dashed that fancy away rapidly.

"Is your pussy wet, Cindy ?"Uncle Rob asked, and touched it through the smash,"Is your fiddling Lesbian snatch hot and wet ? You can tell me. Tell Uncle Rob that you have a wet Lesbian pussy."

Cindy did not distinguish him that she had a wet, lesbian pussy, but it was wet. His hand continued to research the residual of her consistency as she drank in the cruddy porn, touching her bare tummy, her legs, but mostly squeezing her large tits.

"Your tits are so big and firm,"he whispered,"They're perfect for fucking. Can you just imagine a skillful, fat stopcock sliding between these mammilla ? I can conceive of it."

The filmdom showed a buxom blonde teen, about Cindy's age, and her large udders were mashed together by her hands. A man's cock vigorously pumped between the valley of her titflesh, which he would spit into to ease his masturbation. The stupefied girl looked as though this were the most excite thing she could suppose, as if having a cock roughly shoved between her boob were the life she'd always dreamed of.

"repetition after me Cindy,"Uncle Rob said,"Tits are for fucking."

Cindy did not repeat the words. Uncle Rob showed her the remote control and reiterated,"repeat after me, Cindy."

Cindy nodded, afraid.

"knocker are for fucking,"he said.

"Tits are for fucking,"Cindy repeated, as the man pumped his erecting between the little girl's tits.

"Tits are for sucking."

"Tits are for sucking,"Cindy said.

"Tits are for slapping."

"Tits are for slapping,"Cindy sniffled.

"breast are for milking."

"Tits are… for milking,"she repeated.

"breast are for men to grab while they fuck me."

"Tits are… please don't make me say that, Uncle Rob !"

"mammilla are for men to grab while they fuck me,"he said again.

"Tits are for… men to grab while they… they fuck me,"she repeated and sniffled.

"commodity girl,"Uncle Rob said, and clicked the remote.

The vibrator in the smash kicked up in intensity and Cindy gasped as it made her snatch spasm. She shook in his munition as he groped her tits. The practice changed, ramping up, sending undulation of vivid pleasure through her locked-up cunt.

"My pussy needs cock daily,"Uncle Rob said.

"My pussy… needs… cock daily,"Cindy repeated.

"My puss gets wet for cock."

"My pussy gets wet for… for cock."

"I want men to cum in my pussy."

"I want men to… to cum… in my twat,"Cindy repeated, then ground her teeth as the vibrator pushed her toward a reluctant orgasm.

She didn't want to cum, not like this, not while watching porno and her uncle molesting her.

"My pussy needs to be fucked,"Uncle Rob said.

"My puss needs… to be fucked,"Cindy repeated.

"Please get it on my cunt, Uncle Rob."

"Please don't, Uncle Rob, please,"Cindy begged.

Uncle Rob showed her the remote, his finger alternating between the two clit. One of those was pain, the early was joy. Cindy watched his finger go between them and he asked,"Which one do you need ?"

"Please… please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,"Cindy said.

He clicked a push button and the belt went up again. Cindy's back arched away from his physical structure, but he held firmly to her titty with one hand and held her across her tummy with the other.

"Again,"he commanded.

"Please fuck my… pussy… Uncle Rob,"Cindy said again.

"Again,"he growled.

"Please fuck my pussy… Uncle Rob,"Cindy repeated and gripped his legs tightly as she fought the orgasm.

"Again,"he said.

Cindy repeated the word, then again, and again, and again, until she couldn't view as back the impel pleasure anymore. She grunted and orgasmed as her uncle squeezed her tits, came violently as she watched a porn young lady get railed hard by multiple men, in every hole. The girl's cum-coated face stared out of the screen at Cindy as she asked her uncle to fuck her pussy, as he held her and made the belt violence her to orgasm. Cindy jerked in his blazon and sobbed, even as she came.

***

Cindy ate her tiffin from a dog roll on the floor, with the bash on a low setting, keeping her pussy reluctantly aroused. Aunt Lisa took several photo of her eating from the bowl, then more picture of her ass and pussy, locked in the cruel belt. After dejeuner, Cindy had to use the bathroom, but she didn't want to ask. She shuffled about on her knees, looking up at the mesa, unsure of what to do with herself. aunt Lisa looked down on her.

"Yes, Cindy ? Do you need something ?"she asked.

"I… I have to go,"Cindy said, blushing.

"You need to potty ?"Aunt Lisa asked.

Cindy nodded.

"Ask Uncle Rob to take you potty and help you shower,"auntie Lisa said.

Her aunty recorded Cindy, on her knees, as she asked,"Uncle Rob, may I please go potty and take a shower ?"

"Of course, Cindy,"Uncle Rob said, and pulled Cindy up.

Aunt Lisa followed, and then took more photos of Cindy taking off the too-tight top, baring her bosom. More photos followed, showing Uncle Rob unlocking the belt and taking it off. Uncle Rob started the shower. Yet more pictures cemented Cindy's humiliating predicament, as her aunty captured her using the can. Once she was finished, she had to leave her uncle to clean her ass and slit for her, like a child, before he put her in the shower.

Aunt Lisa took another photo, while Uncle Rob took off his clothes. He stepped into the shower with Cindy, who recoiled.

"What… what are you doing ?"she shrieked, sealed that he was about to dishonor her.

"We're going to get clean,"Uncle Rob explained, and picked up a bar of soap.

"I can do it myself !"Cindy argued.

"I'm going to do it for you,"Uncle Rob explained, brooking no argument,"Or you can depart the house just like you are."

Cindy looked to her aunt for help, then felt dolt. Of course, aunt Lisa would be no help. She took a picture. Cindy deflated and, instead, began to sob as Uncle Rob lathered the soap onto her body. He stood behind her and pulled her naked body against him, running the soap over her boob, her tummy, and then her pussy.

Cindy jerked when he put one script on her cunt and began to pick it vigorously with his fingers, while his other mitt mauled her tit. aunty Lisa took several picture. While he"helped"Cindy to pick her pussy, he had her recite her words.

"Can you tell Aunt Lisa your special words ?"he asked.

"What ?"Cindy asked back, confused.

"The exceptional Holy Scripture that made your pussy cum while we watched the movies,"Uncle Rob reminded her.

Cindy flushed as her uncle rubbed his soapy fingerbreadth between her slit and tugged on her nipple.

"I don't… don't want to say that,"she protested.

Uncle Rob painfully squeezed her nipple.

"Please fuck… my pussy… Uncle Rob,"she cried.

"Good girlfriend,"he said, and pushed two of his enceinte fingerbreadth into her wet fuckhole,"Your pussy is very wet, Cindy. Tell Uncle Rob what your wet pussy wants."

"Please… fuck my pussy… Uncle Rob,"she sobbed.

Uncle Rob stroked his finger in her cunt, rubbed her clit, the tenacious torture from the swath having kept her wet and hot.

"William Tell Uncle Rob you want to cum for him,"he growled.

"I want to cum… for you Uncle Rob,"she said.

"Good lady friend,"he said and continued expertly rubbing her pussy.

Having been on edge for another two minute, without being allowed to cum, Cindy orgasmed from the stimulant as Aunt Lisa took her picture.

***

The totality of the night was taken up with farther porno. Uncle Rob put Cindy back in her rap and she watched straight porn, this time incest themed, in which sidekick pounded their Sister, fathers plowed their daughter's maw, or mothers submitted to hard cockings from their son. Uncle Rob continued to molest Cindy's tits, bare under his hands now, while Aunt Lisa photographed her.

As she watched a long serial publication of blowjob video recording, Uncle Rob gave her new phrases to repeat.

"My mouth is for sucking cock,"Uncle Rob said.

"My rima oris is for sucking putz,"Cindy repeated.

"I want men to cum in my mouth."

"I want men to cum… in my mouth,"Cindy said.

"Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob."

"Please bang my mouth, Uncle Rob,"Cindy said, her resistance fading.

It was useless, she understood. She would have to sit here and let her uncle chivvy her pap and make her say unsporting matter, or they'd just shock her cunt.

"Please eff my mouth, Uncle Rob,"she said again, and then again.

At dinner prison term, Cindy sat on her knee joint on the flooring, with her paw held up like little manus, begging for her bowl. aunty Lisa set it on the table.

"From now on, if you want your food, you're going to have to aim forethought of Uncle Rob's hard dick for him. It's been gruelling all day from you acting like a slut and teasing him."

"I didn't…"Cindy began and then shut her mouth.

"How you do it is up to you,"aunty Lisa explained,"With your helping hand, your mouth, your puss, or your ass. But you can't use the same method acting twice in one day."

"No !"Cindy cried, horrified, but auntie Lisa shocked her cunt.

Cindy wailed and clutched at her locked-up puss, but then it began to vibrate again. Uncle Rob stood up and pulled out his hammer. Cindy, tearfully, stared at it, revolted.

"mitt, oral fissure, twat, or ass ?"aunt Lisa asked.

Cindy, tentatively, reached out her helping hand and touched his cock. She'd learn dozens of missy stroking shaft today, so she understood the staple method acting. Still, she did not want to touch his prick, let alone buck him off.

"I… I can't,"Cindy said.

"Then no supper tonight,"aunt Lisa said and took the bowl away.

Cindy, her stomach growling, allowed Uncle Rob to withdraw her back upstairs. He got her ready for bed by removing the belt, which made Cindy very glad. She imagined that she might be able to lay in bed, without the disgusting pornography, and masturbate to a fantasy of one of her girl's licking her slit. She was wrong.

Uncle Rob instructed her to lay on the bed, nude statue. He took a length of soft cord from the bedside tabular array and wrapped it around her wrists, then secured them to the headboard. Cindy sobbed but didn't fight it. He pulled the mantle over her, resumed the porno movies, and then got into bed with her. As the pornography played and the fille moaned and screamed, Uncle Rob spooned her and put his big hand on her tit.

He guided his cock between her legs and Cindy whimpered, sure that she was going to be raped now. He did not push his cock into her, though. Instead, he nestled his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her pussycat and let it rest there. He resumed groping her tits and tugging at her pap, making them stiffen. Then, he began to slowly thrust his pecker back and Forth between the slit, the backtalk of her cunt spreading and coating its length with girl cum. The hours of input from the belted ammunition had made her embarrassingly wet, allowing his penis to steal easily back and Forth along her gash.

The fountainhead of his tool bumped against her clit on every push, sending lilliputian jolts of pleasure up her body. Her uncle held her tightly, squeezing her melon and pushing his cock between her wet rim as Cindy tried to ignore it.

"Say your Logos,"Uncle Rob whispered in her ear.

"Please,"Cindy begged, weakly.

"Say your Bible,"he said again.

Cindy sniffled and then repeated the wrangle,"Please fuck… my pussy… Uncle Rob."

"goodness miss. Again."

"Please have it away my kitty-cat, Uncle Rob,"she said again.

Uncle Rob continued to rub down his penis gently with her wet folds, his cock bumping her clit and his hand groping her tits.

"Keep going,"he commanded,"Until I tell you to stop."

"Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,"she said again.

Cindy repeated the words, over and over, as the girls on the TV moaned, orgasmed, and her uncle used her pussy to wet his cock. Finally, he rested his cockhead just inside the entrance to her pussy. The tight short hole slid just over the crown, and Cindy struggled weakly against the bond. Uncle Rob raised her leg and put it over his, then began to frig her clit with one bridge player as he made her continued saying the words.

"Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,"she hissed.

Despite the horridness of it, the hours of stimulant and the penury to cum were more than Cindy could manage. She orgasmed on his finger, with her uncle's jerking, flaring cockhead just inside her Virgin pussy, squealing like one of the porno girls.

***

The next good morning, Uncle Rob and aunt Lisa took more photos of her using the gutter, and then of Uncle Rob"cleaning"Cindy in the shower. Cindy was put back in the swath and taken down to the kitchen. Here, Aunt Lisa had a new humiliation for her. Her aunty placed a pink collar around Cindy's neck opening, complete with a small tag that said,"Candy,"in girly letters.

"What is this ?"Cindy asked, appalled.

"It's your new outfit,"Aunt Lisa explained,"Since you signed a power of lawyer over to us in the paperwork, I've applied to have your legal gens changed to candy Kisses."

"No !"Cindy cried, but Aunt Lisa held up the remote.

"It will subscribe to a little meter to appendage, but in a few days, everything will be in order. From now on, you're Candy."

Cindy felt too tired to reason against it. It had been terribly hard to kip with the loud porno playing, Uncle Rob squeezing her bosom, pushing his shaft through her pussy rim, and rubbing her bonk button until she orgasmed. Now, the vibrator was back in her slit and her stomach was rumbling.

"Can I please eat ?"Candy asked.

"Of course,"Aunt Lisa said and put the bowl on the table,"How are you going to get Uncle Rob's cock taken precaution of for him ? I understand you were quite the trivial cocktease last night."

Candy blushed deeper, but bit back any answer. Uncle Rob pulled his severely tool out and put it inches from her expression. confect looked at it, then reached out a hand. She didn't want to do it, but she was so hungry. She put her paw around his warm, throbbing erection.

Slowly, she began to pull on it, feeling the pelt move back and Forth in her hand. Uncle Rob groaned, his shaft aching from teasing himself against her pussy all night. He reached down and adjusted her travelling bag, then Candy continued to pump his cock for him.

"Tell Uncle Rob you want him to cum for you,"Aunt Lisa instructed.

"I want you to cum for me, Uncle Rob,"Candy said.

"good missy. keep on going,"Aunt Lisa encouraged her.

"Please cum for me Uncle Rob,"candy said again, then thought that saying the affair he liked might make it bump sooner, so she repeated her word,"Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob. Please fuck my backtalk. My back talk is for sucking cock. My pussy is for fucking. My titty are for men to snap up while they fuck me. Please cum for me, Uncle Rob."

The previous day's repressed load worked to the airfoil and soon Rob was groaning. Aunt Lisa took the bowl of nutrient and placed it under his dick. confect's centre widened as she realized what was happening, but it was too late. Uncle Rob ejaculated into the bowlful, coating her breakfast in his seminal fluid.

confect let go of his cock, shocked, mortified, but he took over and squeezed the eternal sleep of his jizz into the stadium. Aunt Lisa placed it on the floor for her and, as candy stared in horror at it, Uncle Rob placed the tip of his hammer in her open mouth. A remaining drib of cum fell from it onto her knife and she shuddered, reeled back.

"Go on,"Aunt Lisa said, taking her rump at the table.

"I… I can't eat that !"candy argued.

"Then you won't eat,"Aunt Lisa said, shrugging,"But it's not very unspoiled when it's cold."

Candy, hungry and desperate, looked at the semen-coated intellectual nourishment. She looked at the two of them, but there was no help on offer. Silently, she put her mouth in the arena and licked at it.

***

In her sleeping accommodation once more, Uncle Rob groped confect's nipple, while the belt vibrated her cuckoo. Aunt Lisa sat succeeding to them with a laptop, showing Candy her new job.

"Now, it's a work in onward motion, but we'll hold back making flock of new content for it,"Lisa explained.

Her societal medium duct now boast standard icon of her tits, and the streamer school text read,"The Lesbian Cockslut,"in large alphabetic character. There were"trailer"exposure of her on the bed, wearing the smash, with her uncle groping her bosom. Another preview image displayed her uncle holding her as she orgasmed, his script on her breast. Another showed her sitting on the can, while a quarter displayed her naked trunk in the shower, her uncle's mitt rubbing her fuckhole.

She'd gained a substantial number of followers. auntie Lisa, then, showed her a web site with the streamer image, where people could buy rank. On the home page, a few condemnation explained the site's premise.

"My name is Candy buss and I'm a real lesbian. While I don't actually like men, I understand that a cleaning lady's place is under a man's dominance, submitting to his cock, and pleasing him. I know that I'm a gender traitor, but I can't help that my pussy gets so wet when I think about men making me service their cock. I'm actively trying to train myself to be a good cockslut, even though I find the idea both revolting and exciting. By subscribing to this web site, you'll get a front row stern to my journey toward becoming a tangible lesbian cockslut."

"Now, don't concern,"auntie Lisa said,"No one is going to rape you, candy. You're going to ask Uncle Rob to fuck your kitty-cat, eventually, because that's what miss do. Once you get that in your caput, realize that this whole sapphic job is just some slutty fantasy, then you'll be on the right route. One day, maybe Uncle Rob will even cum a baby into your pussy ! How exciting would that be ? You'll be famous, just like you always wanted, and you can be Uncle Rob's petty lesbian procreation hole."

confect wanted to cry, and did in fact sniffle, but Uncle Rob turned the belt up and she began to quake and yank in his arms. She bit her lip, her oculus rolling back into her forefront as the intense vibrations surged from her cunt, throughout her body. Her branch kicked as Uncle Rob tugged her nipples.

"repetition after me, Candy,"he whispered into her ear,"Please tap me up, Uncle Rob."

Candy groaned, her hands tightly gripping his legs, the belt holding her on the edge of an coming it wouldn't quite establish her, and she shook her head.

"Go on, Candy,"aunt Lisa said,"Say the words and Uncle Rob will let your cunt cum."

Her optic felt as though they might vibrate out of her head. The bash had teased her cunt all sunrise and it was overriding everything else. She needed it. She needed to cum.

"Please… criticise me up… Uncle Rob,"she said.

"goodness girl,"Rob said,"Again."

"Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob !"

Aunt Lisa took her picture, then she began to record.

"Say your words,"Uncle Rob whispered.

"Please have a go at it my mouth… Uncle Rob ! Please fuck my kitty-cat, Uncle Rob ! Please… strike hard me up… Uncle Rob !"

"Good girlfriend,"he whispered, and turned the smash up .