This is a fictional story. All characters are over 18. The story includes sections of incest, forced-bi and cuckoldry. If you are not into those type of things you do best to read something else, but if you are -- go nuts and enjoy!
If you haven't read the previous chapters you might enjoy starting at the beginning.
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I love the feeling of my bare toes digging into our lush wall-to-wall bedroom carpet. Feeling my toes bade in the soft, furry warmness of the sun kissed floor. Especially when the rest of my body is cold it feels like a warm and tender hug from the carpet beneath me. I'm so glad we invested the additional three grand to get the deluxe version.
For a few seconds I lose myself reminiscing all the choices we made when remodeling our master bedroom a few years back. The king size bed, the oak cupboards, we didn't cut any corners. The full-size mirror standing next to Jessica's dressing table. I see my pampered feet in the mirror and let my gaze wander up my naked legs and land on my penis. That's when I snap back to reality.
I see the red ribbon I've been instructed to tie around the base of my package for the purpose of this evening, like a kid's toy. So embarrassing. Yet, there it is, standing on high alert, glistening with pre-cum running from the tip. I still haven't been allowed to cum. It must now be at least three months since the last time. But I'm forced to jerk myself right up to the edge every morning, making me constantly lubricated. Constantly eager for release. Constantly hard and never able to put my predicament behind me.
I've been sent to our bedroom to get myself ready, while the others make the final preparations downstairs for "the main event". This was a concept I first heard when Tyrell and his niece Shanice took me, my wife, Jessica, and my daughter, Emma, to a nightclub a few weeks ago. Since then, I've tried to get Jessica and Emma to tell me what "the main event" is, but to no avail. Until this morning.
At the breakfast table, my daughter told me that this evening, Tyrell and his crew will bring in a bunch of people that will be allowed to fuck her and my wife, for a fee paid to Tyrell. The words had me in a state of shock. I've experienced a lot of degrading things over the past year and half that I couldn't even have imagined before being cuckolded by my daughter, and later my wife, but this was extreme.
The woman I married and the daughter we brought into this world would willingly be prostituting themselves to serve the dom Tyrell.
"You cannot be serious!?" I said at the breakfast table. "Are you doing this by free will?"
"Of course we are, daddy," Emma responded as if this wasn't controversial at all. "It's going to be soo hot. Just imagine, having a bunch of horny men eager to give us their cocks."
"But the money!" I tried. "This is prostitution. You guys are always going on about empowering women. This can't be ok?"
"You're so clueless," Jessica filled in laughingly. "It is empowering when the woman wants it. Besides, what can you even do to change it?"
"I don't know," I replied. "Maybe we can just get in the car and drive as far as we can. Start a new life. You don't need to do this," I tried in desperation.
Both Jessica and Emma giggled. "We know, but we want to," Emma cooed while biting her lip.
I knew there was no way of talking them out of it. They were both drunk on the black cocks they got to enjoy from Tyrell and his crew. Later, I would find out that this is how Tyrell made all his money, that had a whole community treating him like the godfather or something. He and his team would get white families drunk on black cock, and when they were in too deep to go back, he would pimp them out as willing sex slaves.
From an outsider point of view, it was genius. I had always thought that Tyrell was getting his money from drugs or stealing or whatever. But instead of falling into black systemic traps of drugs and gang activity, they gave the white middle class families what they really wanted and what only black guys could deliver. And they made the white sluts so addicted that they even agreed to whore out for free, just to get some more black cock.
It didn't take long after breakfast before Shanice entered our house with J.D. and Dion and started bossing us all around. We had to move furniture. Out with our sofa and dinner table, in with two flat sofas, an ottoman, something that looks like an emperor chair and lots of other stuff. I felt so embarrassed helping with all of this, knowing the purpose. The only comfort was knowing that no one cared enough about me to even bother contemplating my situation. Emma and Jessica, on the other hand, were all too eager to help and I could see their lusting eyes lock in on the two black studs flexing their muscles as they moved our stuff out of the way.
Later in the afternoon, Emma's friends Amy and Lisa came by to help, setting up drinks and snacks, and whatever else the waiting customers could imagine wanting. The two young girls had been instrumental in cuckolding me in the first place. Lately their involvement had trickled off a bit, as more and more attention was given to us as a family. I can't say that I was happy to see them, given what I knew would transpire in a few hours. The fewer witnesses the better I figured.
"Hi little man," Amy, the more sadistic of the two youngsters, greeted me when she arrived. "How's our favorite cum dumpster feeling today?"
"I'm fine," I said, keeping it as short as possible.
"Looking forward to seeing strangers satisfying your wife like you never could, I imagine?"
"Yes, Amy," I said again, lying through my teeth. She knew just how to push my buttons.
"That's a good little cuck boy," she laughed and walked off.
As day turned to dusk, I was sent up here to our master bedroom by Shanice, with the instruction to get naked, tie this satin ribbon around my "tiny white package" and wait for someone to come and get me.
This was more than 30 minutes ago. Since then, I've heard more furniture being moved around downstairs, women giggle excitingly, and muffled manly voices. The last five minutes or so, I've heard cars pull up to our house. Standing here, naked, slightly cold, and with a raging hard-on, I can't help but feel scared of what the night has in store for all of us.
Suddenly, there's a soft knock at the door, followed by a gentle push opening it. Lisa appears in the doorway, Emma's petite and shy friend. How she got wrapped up in this perverse sex adventure, I have no idea.
"They have asked me to come and get you," she says softly as she takes two steps inside the room.
Just like me, she is completely naked. I can't help but stare at her. She is so beautiful with her small frame, shapely but tiny A-cups, toned stomach, and bald pussy that is leaking of excitement, forming a glistening trail down the insides of her young thighs.
I see that she is staring at me just as much as I am staring at her, as a weird silence spreads while we take in each other's bodies. She takes a few more steps towards me, and reaches out her hand, running her fingers along the shaft of my engorged penis.
