One of the Guys

Chrissie sat there in stunned silence after the events of this morning and the night before. All of this had escalated far beyond whatever she could have imagined just 24 hours ago. Had this been coming for a long time? Was she really a bad enough older sister that she deserved Paul treating her this way? She had never considered herself a mean person, but perhaps she was, if she had somehow driven her brother to doing all of this.

Paul smiled at Chrissie, picked up her phone, and left the room without explaining why, leaving her alone with Chris and Darren. Luckily, Chris seemed tired after his enthusiastic blowjob. For the moment, they seemed content to ignore her as they explored her room. She sat there in silence as they went through her clothes, pictures of her friends, and other personal belongings.

She was still in shock from last night and this morning. She had gone from the older sister desperate to patch up a rocky relationship with her younger brother into... well something not quite that. Giving head and hand jobs to her brother's friends certainly wasn't her original plan to make the relationship right, even if she did recognize that in a twisted way, her brother was enjoying this, which she supposed was the point of spending time with him.

She noticed Chris mutter something with the word "slut" in it as he found old costumes in her closet she had worn to parties, including a slutty looking referee, rave girl, and bunny outfits. At the same time, Darren chuckled as he found a vibrator she had hidden in her underwear drawer. "I bet she'd look hot using this," he said, turning to Chris with a smile.

Darren walked over to the bed and tossed the vibrator to Chrissie, who just looked at it. "Well, you know what to do with that right? Let us see," he said matter of factly, trying to hide his excitement. Chrissie shook her head, and looked at them pleadingly.

"Look, you can do this, or we can find something ELSE to do with you," Chris added. She hesitantly picked up the toy and turned it on a low setting before lightly touching it to her pussy. The boys were instantly captivated. "Lean back, spread your legs, push out your chest, turn it on a higher setting," and on and on they piled the commands. Before long, the beautiful older girl was leaning back with her eyes closed, her amazing tits rising and falling with deep breaths as she tried not to be too aroused from the attention of the toy.

"God... this is even hotter than watching porn, I could do this all weekend," Darren said.

"Wait..." Chris said, before leaving the room with a grin. Chrissie continued to play with herself while Darren watched. The time ticked by slowly, but every time she tried to stop, Darren prompted her to continue, completely captivated by the scene. Finally, Chris and Paul returned.

"Good news sis, Chris had a great idea," Paul said as Chris walked into the closet. While he was doing that, Paul handed his sister a crumpled paper with something written on it, telling her to hold it. As she did, he took a picture of her. Finally, she looked at what was written and saw "YourSluttySis" today's date, and some website name. She wasn't sure what to make of it yet, and it didn't help that her head was spinning a little from being close to cumming for the last 10 minutes. No matter how much she disliked her situation, that level of stimulation was impossible to ignore.

Paul cleared his throat to get her attention before he spoke, "So, I was thinking that it could be fun for us to do something together, as a team. We went ahead and made you an account, and now you get to perform... and we'll be the directors". She started to yell her objections, but was silenced by him raising a hand as the other boys gathered around her. "Listen, you can perform in a mask and costume, or I can upload the videos from last night, and spend the rest of the weekend making a few more. Now that I think about it, we'd probably make more money from that anyway, and probably have more fun."

As Paul started to turn, his sister finally gave in, stammering "Okay, fine, just calm down okay?"

The boys exchanged glances and high fives, and then worked to set up a webcam in the room. "This is awesome!" Paul yelled, flashing his friends a bright smile. They let Chrissie leave for a while to take a shower, and put on makeup. She took so long in the shower, trying to delay what was coming, that she let the water turn cold. Was she really going to do this? It didn't seem like there was much of a choice in it... at least the boys seemed really happy about it, especially Paul. She looked at the black mask on the counter, thankful that it would be really hard to recognize her face.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. Soft, then again, then louder. "I'm coming!" She called out, finally putting on black panties, a bra, and the mask. She walked back to the bedroom, where the boys had set up a bit of a scene. Her bed was nicely made, and laying on it was the vibrator, and her old Halloween outfits. Chris was sitting in a chair holding the laptop, and Darren seemed to have taken over the camera. They motioned for her to climb into the bed, and she did.

Sitting there was strange. There was some initial excitement as they logged in for the first time... and then nothing. She sat there awkwardly, fidgeting, unclear of what to do. A few times she started to lay down, and Chris would snap at her to sit back up. This went on for a while until she heard a "ding" noise. She could see the boys huddle around the monitor, clearly excited. Darren turned to her, and mouthed "Someone is watching, he says play with your tits," and waved his hands at her pantomiming.

Chrisse flicked her long hair back, and started to massage her perky breasts. The boys eventually started writing commands on paper which they held up so she could see without the person watching knowing. "Smile, look happy, talk to him!" And on the commands went. She heard the same "ding" a few more times, slowly coming in faster. Whoever was watching was now seeing her run her hands over her tits, along her smooth tight abs, and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Slowly, she got better at making seductive fuck me faces, from the constant feedback from the people in chat, to the guys, to her.

They had her start answering viewer questions. "No, she wasn't a virgin, but had only slept with a few guys. She was on this site because..... Because she really liked attention." She giggled when someone asked about the biggest cock she had ever sucked. The more questions she answered, the more she fell into a persona of a bubbly enthusiastic young girl who loved teasing people. In one way, it helped her create mental distance from the reality of the moment, but it also seemed to be how the boys and audience wanted her to act.

Chrissie paused, as she saw the guys get excited, and begin typing something on the computer. After a pause, she heard a different noise, and then Darren motioned for her to take off her bra. As she hesitated, she saw Chris point to the mask she was wearing in a threatening way, so she kept going. As she took off her bra, she tossed it to the side and kept playing with herself.

The "ding" noise kept coming faster and faster. The boys looked so excited, and it was starting to rub off on her. She wanted to make her brother happy, and reconnect, and she hadn't seen him this excited about anything in a very long time. Suddenly, it seemed like the boys were talking about something a little more seriously. They kept glancing at her, and then went back to discussing things. It was jarring, and not knowing what was going on was annoying her a little. "I'll be right back," she said smiling into the camera.

She stood up from the bed and moved out of the frame of the shot. "Are we done?" she asked them.

"Not exactly," Paul said. He pointed to the laptop screen, and she saw what they had been discussing. Up until now the viewers had apparently been making small donations. However, one of them was offering $150 if she would answer all of his questions, and say what he wanted, while touching herself for 5 minutes. The idea terrified her, but clearly the guys saw this as an easy way to make some money. This is when it really clicked with them. Chrissie wasn't just an incredibly sexy older girl, she was valuable. Though the realization lit up the faces of all the boys, Chris seemed the most excited.

"Do it," Chris hissed, and she was shocked by what appeared to be a real threat. She stumbled back to the bed, after the boys told the viewer she agreed. As she turned back, she saw Chris whisper something to Paul, and then Paul took out his phone. Moments later, she heard a noise, which she now knew meant a big donation. The audience loved it. The person who made the donation had a pattern. He would ask a question, and when he didn't like the answer, he would make her tell him the lies he desired by accusing her of lying until she sang a different tune. And so things went.

"No I've never done a gangbang... but I would totally love to."

"I've only really hooked up with guys my age... but I find older men incredibly hot."

"I've never cheated.... But I'd love to try or, or help someone else try it."

"Nope no anal, but yes I'd love a cock in my ass."

"God.... Yes, I wish I had a cock to suck right now."

At the end of the 5 minutes, other people added smaller donations to keep the game going for almost a full two hours. Playing with yourself and saying things like this for that long does weird things to you. What had started as forced lies had at least in part, become part of this new persona. She had basically agreed to every type of perversion imaginable for a live audience, and that, coupled with her fingers slowly playing with her clit was leaving her more aroused than she had been in months.

Chrissie wasn't the only one getting turned on by this. Behind the camera the guys were constantly looking back and forth between the laptop and her. On multiple occasions she saw them rubbing themselves a little. It was almost funny. These three guys basically did everything together. They didn't have that many other friends, so they played games together, went to school together, shared hobbies, and now, touched themselves while watching the same girl. It really felt like she was part of the life they all shared together, like she was being included in some special click. She thought this as they ended the stream, having her tell the audience "I'm done for now, but I'll be back on soon, don't forget to send me mail and subscribe so you can see when I'm back online".

"God, that was awesome Chrissie," Darren said as he walked across the room to join her on the bed. "And the people online love your tits," Chris added, taking a seat next to her as well, and cupping her breasts. Driven purely on habit, she thanked him for the compliment.

As she listened to their praise for what she had done during the live stream, Chrissie couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by it all. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed playing with herself in front of others and even more so when they started talking about her tits being the highlight of the show. As Darren cupped them gently while sitting next to her on the bed, she couldn't help but feel a warm sensation spreading through her body. Chrissie had never been one for showing off, so this entire situation was completely foreign to her. But as they all continued encouraging her and praising her, something inside of her began to shift. She found herself wanting more--more attention, more acceptance from these guys who seemed to have formed an attachment to her online persona, and the role they were making her play. There was some weird unspoken collective agreement to not bring up the fact that she had no choice in any of this, and it certainly wasn't a part she was playing willingly.

"And how cool is it we have Chrissie here to take care of this" Darren said, as he guided Chrissie's hand to his cock. She barely hesitated at all as she took over stroking him. Edging herself for hours, and talking about cocks non stop made this feel natural, and easy. Chris joined in and started to play with her pussy, encouraging her to play with his cock as well. The three of them sat there, mutually masturbating, while Paul was curiously absent, for reasons unknown.

They sat there for a while, drawing her into their fantasy. "This is so much fun. I can't wait to see you get online again. God... I wish you could see all the things people were typing about you..." and on, and on they went before Paul finally returned.

"We're going on a quick trip, get in the car," Paul said as he returned. Chrissie, red in the face, panting, and impossibly horny barely objected as the two boys near her helped her up. She threw on a hoodie and shorts before she went to the door. Paul packed a small bag, before he followed them out of the room. The four of them got into a car, with Chris and Darren in the back with Chrissie as Paul drove. He ignored her questions about where they were going, but assured her it wasn't far.

About 10 minutes later, after a car ride with non-stop soft groping, they parked in the driveway of a secluded home in the suburbs. "Chrissie, I was doing some thinking. Today has been amazing and I don't want it to end when our parents get home, so I was thinking you could get your own place."

"With what money?" Chrissie responded. She had a job lined up, but she wasn't starting for a while. She had actually talked to her parents about moving out, but was staying at home to save a little bit more before the start of her career.

"Don't worry, I found someone on Craigslist renting his guest house. I sent him a link to your show earlier, and he would be more than happy to give you a deeply discounted rate. Of course, if you aren't able to get the discounted rate, one of the viewers who lives about an hour away said he would pay $3,000 if you spent the night with him and his friends".

Chrissie's stomach dropped. This was all becoming too real. The approach wasn't all stick though. Even as Paul stared her down with the implied threat, daring her to argue with him, Chris and Darren sat there encouraging her. Finally she worked up the courage and got out of the car.

It was a short walk to the front door. She knocked, and after a brief wait, the door swung open. "Come on inside," said the heavy set man in sweatpants and a tee shirt, who appeared to be in his 50's. "I'm John," said the older man. As Chrissie slid by him to get inside, she couldn't help but feel small. John was at least a foot taller than her, and probably almost 100 lbs heavier. He wasn't quite obese, but he was clearly taking "dad bod" to the extreme.

She followed him through the spacious but somewhat messy house until they reached a window looking into the back yard. He pointed to a small building about 60 feet away from the house. "That's my guest house. There's not much to it, but it has a bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, small living room, and an internet connection, which I think you probably care a lot about." She noticed he grinned as he said that last part.

"The only problem is that I'm not sure you're the person I have the room reserved for." He eyed her up and down. "The uhh, picture the agent sent me earlier wasn't wearing a hoodie, or shorts." He continued to run his eyes over her, and the message was quite clear.

Chrissie sighed, thinking about the implied alternative Paul had presented her earlier. She lifted the hoodie over her head, and kicked off her shorts, until she was standing in just a bra and panties. John took a step forward, and it took every ounce of self control not to sprint like a frightened gazelle. He grabbed one of her tits and muttered "I guess you weren't lying about having a thing for older guys." She wanted to die of shame, now knowing he had watched most of her show earlier.

"Yah, they're um, super hot. I love that they know exactly what they want." She replied. They chatted for a few more minutes, dancing around the topics from earlier. It honestly felt easier to Chrissie to play the role that John was expecting instead of trying to explain it was all a huge mistake, she wasn't a slut, and she was being pressured into doing all of this. Trying to say all of that felt so tiring, and quite hard to believe any way.

"Well, the place is furnished, and it's yours. I'll work out future payments with your agent, and let you go on and get settled in, we just gotta take care of that first month's rent." She looked at him a bit confused. "This should be easy, I already know you've really wanted to suck a cock today." With that, John reached into his pants and slowly pulled out a cock thick enough it matched with the rest of his body.

The guys in college, and Paul's friends didn't prepare her for John's cock. It was only half hard, and it was clearly thick. Guessing dick sizes was never an exact skill, but it looked like it was going to be at least 8 inches when it was fully hard. John reached out and placed one of his large hands on the side of her face, gently gripping the back of her head, and slowly applied downward pressure.

It was awful knowing what she was "supposed" to do, and who she was "supposed" to be. She was "SluttySis". A big titted hot cooed cam girl. For "her" sucking a cock for rent was easy, and more than that, it was exciting and fun. She had been that girl for so many hours today, what was the harm for doing it a little bit longer?

She sank to her knees and took his cock in her delicate hands. She looked up at him with a dazed look and licked the underside of his cock as she slowly stroked him. As she felt him get fully hard, she kissed the tip of his cock, and then began to put it in her mouth, slowly at first, and then more and more. Soon, she was taking more than half of it as she bobbed back and forth.

Slowly, he worked more and more cock into her mouth and before long he was on the verge of making her deep throat it. "Fuuuuuck, you're not half bad for your age, you know that?" he added in a deriding voice.

She heard John moan as he started to thrust into her face faster and faster. She felt that same surreal feeling as earlier, as if she was playing a character, and not doing any of this herself. It made it all so much easier to know what to do when she reminded herself that this was what she was supposed to do.

She tasted his pre cum, and smelled his sweaty balls as she was held in place, giving an increasingly rough blowjob. Finally, she felt John grab a hand full of her hair, and pull her in tight. He moaned loud and she felt thick hot cum gush into her throat. She gagged on it, but more and more came. Thankfully, he pulled out somewhat, and instead let it spill out down her chin, and onto her bra and belly.

"Fuck!" he cursed, seemingly angry. "Why the fuck did I cum so fast... fuck your mouth feels too good. I won't make that mistake next time," he said looking down at her.

She smiled looking up at him and replied "Oh, I hope not" knowing it was the correct next line in her script.

John walked away from her, muttering about what he was going to do next time, clearly convinced that it was going to happen eventually. Chrissie tried not to worry about whatever deal Paul had worked out with him as she put her clothes back on and walked out to the car.

"I have the room, we can move in," she told the boys, skipping all the details about what happened. However, as Pual looked at her and smiled, she knew that he was aware of what she had done to make this happen.

The four of them walked through the backyard into the guest house. Paul entered first and flipped on a light. As it turned on, it revealed a fairly dingy living room that as promised connected to some other spaces. "Welcome home Chrissie," he said as he set the bag down. The other three walked inside and began to look around. Chris and Pual began talking about how awesome this was, and how great it was to finally have some space to hang out without being watched all the time.