All characters in this story are fictional and 18+
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APRIL, PRESENT DAY (6 months after the glory hole incident)
Désirée and Emily sat in a black SUV that used to belong to Logan, Emily's father. Désirée sat in the driver's seat with one gaudy leather boot on the seat, and the other draped over Emily's back. Emily was serving her purpose, laying across the center console and attending to her mistress' cunt.
Désirée twisted the chain leash in her fingers as her whore sucked and lapped at her clit like a good dog.
The rain had mostly stopped but the two 18-year old girls were concealed behind the water droplets covering every window into the car. The parking lot of the Paradise Motel was slick and reflective in the dull yellow light of the street lamps. Désirée checked her phone again. Her clients were late. She felt her pet's tongue slide down to her ass and smirked wickedly.
Headlights painted across the windshield as an SUV pulled into the parking lot making Désirée duck on instinct. A notification on her phone. She tapped the screen and smiled.$4000 was just deposited into her account. She watched four men between the ages of 40-50 hop out of the vehicle as her slave sucked her slit. They walked into the office and Désirée looked down at Emily's eyes rolling in the back of her head while she made out with her bald cunt.
She was rolling hard. Three full doses of MDMA and a Klonipin made sure of that. Désirée closed her own eyes and rocked her hips against Emily's hungry mouth. Visions of what was in store for her little slut carried her over the edge, and she creamed and leaked against Emily's happy little tongue.
A few minutes passed and Désirée watched the men exit the office and head down to the last door at the end of the building. The parking lot was almost completely empty, but they were going to need as much seclusion as possible for what was coming. Désirée pulled her purple thong back in place and opened the door. "Come on, bitch," she said sternly. She yanked the leash and Emily was forced to clamber over the center console of her Daddy's car.
It was starting to rain again and both girls' makeup began to run. Désirée led her doped up slave across the parking lot and over to the room the four men had just entered. The men were fathers of kids Désirée used to babysit for at one time or another. When she turned 18, she decided it was time to make some of the nastier fathers her clients.
Emily was stumbling behind her Mistress. The street was wet and she was having a hard time walking in her platform stripper heels with a head full of drugs. Désirée knocked on the door and a black man in his late 40's answered.
"Hello, boys..." Désirée said, flashing her slutty smile as she led her whore inside. "I've brought you something very special tonight."
Emily saw the three other men sitting on the bed. They were all looking right at her. She was starting to realize that Desi wasn't just there to buy drugs. Emily looked at Désirée and her heart sank as her Mistress opened a prescription bottle and began handing each man a blue diamond shaped pill. "Desi... What are we doing here?" Her voice was shaky.
"You're here to do exactly what I tell you to do." Désirée stared coldly into Emily's eyes to make sure the message was received.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily's voice was meek and shameful. She tried to cover her body unconsciously but there wasn't much she could do. Désirée had been dressing her like a whore for a couple months now. She was wearing a hot pink and blue micro bikini with a silver mini-skirt that let everyone see her cute little ass hanging out.
The men on the bed stood up and were surrounding her now. A couple of the dads Emily knew, friends of her father. They seemed to take a sick pleasure in having that connection to her. The men began to touch her body, pulling her arms and groping her tits and ass. Emily let out a little yelp that turned into a soft whimper. The Ecstasy made the contact feel really good.
Désirée moved behind her slut and wrapped her arms around her lovingly. She kissed her ear as the men started pulling out their cocks for her. "Remember, you're working tonight, Em. Make sure these men have a lot of fun with you." Désirée kissed the nape of Emily's neck. "Now get on your knees."
OCTOBER - 6 months prior
It was a Saturday night and Désirée was staying over at Emily's for a change. 12:01am and Emily was fast asleep, per usual. Désirée wasn't tired. She had business to attend to.
She got up out of the bed as quiet as a cat and slinked her way out the door and down the hall. She found Emily's father in the kitchen, sitting in a chair with his phone in his hands. "Hi Daddy," she said with a wry grin. "Did you like the video I made for you?"
Logan didn't look up. He just hung his head, dejected. The video of him unknowingly getting throated by his Emily, his own daughter, at glory hole was playing on his phone on repeat.
"How could you do this to us, Désirée?"
Désirée circled her prey, "I didn't do anything, Daddy. I just filmed it and stitched it together."
She stopped in front of him and lifted his chin to look her in the eyes. "You, on the other hand. You did something very bad, Daddy." She pushed him back against the chair and reached for his lap. Logan grabbed hold of both her wrists.
Désirée looked at his hands and back into his eyes. "Get your fucking hands off me."
She didn't need to threaten him. They both knew that she owned him at that point. Logan let go and leaned back in the chair. Désirée pulled his thick cock out and started to pull on him softly. "I'm not here to negotiate, Daddy. I'm here to tell you what you're going to do if you want to keep your daughter from finding out what you did to her. Do you understand?"
Logan scowled at the goth slut standing before him. He was still getting hard for her, all the same. "Good boy, Daddy." Drool dripped in a long strand from her lips to the tip of Logan's cock as she continued to pump him up and down.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, Daddy."
APRIL, PRESENT DAY
They'd been going at it for a couple hours now. It started with groping and slapping, teaching Emily her place in a room full of older men. She was their plaything for the night and they relished the reluctance in her eyes. And so they took turns forcing their thick cocks down her little throat. One after the other, after the other. Forced to gag for perverts as they roughly passed her back and forth. If it was just two of them, it would have been easier.
But Emily couldn't keep everyone satisfied with her mouth, and the men were starting to get frustrated with her lack of attention.
Philip was the first to cum. He grabbed her hair and yanked it back. "Open wide." She did as she was told and all the men began spitting in her mouth and on her face. Philip started to spurt warm cum, first across her chin and nose before dumping the rest in her mouth.
"Don't swallow until we say." It was a warning from Bill. He was an electrician in his early 50's and he was next. His load didn't shoot, it just oozed out. He made sure to stroke himself so all of his seed dripped right onto her tongue. Emily gagged as the mix of both men's cum started pooling against the back of her throat.
Marcus was 49, a Haitian lawyer who kept himself in excellent shape. Scott was the other of her Father's friends, in his early 40's. They were up next, feeding Emily two more loads at once. Désirée held her phone directly above Emily's mouth to capture the total desecration of this once good little Christian daughter.
This was her world now. One full of sex, drugs and humiliation. It made Désirée's hole leak.
Finally, mercifully, she was given permission to swallow, but not before Désirée dropped another pastel colored pill in with that mouthful of cum. Emily gagged it all down, one gulp at a time. Her eyes were watering as the men all laughed and teased her about whose flavor was stronger. Désirée made sure to get the perfect shot of the shame on her slave's face while she ate her only meal that day.
Now the Viagra was starting to kick in, and it was time for them to stretch all of her holes at the same time.
Désirée bit her lip as she recorded the scene playing out in front of her. Emily was straddling Bill with his big cock buried in her little pussy. Marcus was behind her now, splitting Emily's asshole in two from behind with long deep strokes from his thick dick. Scott and Philip were in front of the poor girl, taking turns fucking her face. Philip had her by her pigtails to make sure she kept her mouth available. Scott fucked his meat down her throat for a while as her eyes rolled back.
Emily came again while tears streamed down her face and her body convulsed. She'd lost count how many times her drugged up cunt had cum since the rough gang bang began. It didn't matter. These men seemed to be having fun. That's all her Mistress cared about. So that's all Emily cared about as well.
NOVEMBER - 5 months prior
"I just wish I knew what they were fighting about, ya know?" Emily wiped the tear from the corner of her eye as she confided in her best friend what was going on at home. "Dad's been so different lately. He stays out all night and when he comes home he reeks of booze. And my mom just sleeps all the time." They were at the University library and she had to keep her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wish there was something I could do to help them reconnect."
In a rare moment of compassion, Désirée reached out and took Emily in her arms. "There, there, Em." She had to keep her voice controlled so it didn't betray the smile breaking across her face. "It will all be alright. A lot of parents get divorced after their child goes off to college. The tension between them had probably been building for a long time."
Emily began to sob softly. Désirée stroked her back in a sweet, almost big-sisterly way. "Listen, Em. I know I've been a little wishy-washy about the whole 'girlfriends' thing for a couple of months now." Désirée started.
