I wanted my brother to eat me out but I also wanted more of my fathers’ cum. My father smiled at seeing how much I wanted his cum while still wantin... to be licked. He motioned for my brother to get on the bed at the head of the bed. He obeyed and sat there, waiting. Father then motioned for me stand on all fours facing my brother and my backside towards himself. I frowned but obeyed.My father gripped my hips and started to rub his dick against my pussy. I looked back at him and whimpered. He. Ben is an extremely sexual person and knows exactly how to please himself which is something i love to watch him do. with the thought of him wanking planted firmly in my mind i knew i had to do something about it. My french knickers were soaked by this point and so i slowly took them off making sure the drivers of the cars either side of me couldnt see. Hitching up my skirt i slowly started to stroke my swollen clit all the time knowing what Ben was doing in the shower. As i worked 2 fingers. And then, that final feeling of hot fluid flowing into me as they took their pleasure from my young slim body was like drug. But saying that, I did want to stop working at the Brothel. Not that I didnt enjoy getting used by strangers on an almost daily basis but getting paid for it had taken a bit of the excitement out of the chase. I left work at about 10pm on Thursday and Id already fucked 9 men by the time Id finished for the day. The owner came in just before I left and ask me to suck his. I was looking to stay super discreet (God knows I didn't want the k**s or ex-wife to find out about my kinky perversions) and to be honest, I usually ended up chickening out. I was the definition of a Craigslist "flake."One weekday I took the afternoon off from work to get some stuff done around the house. But by about 2pm, I was craving to dress up and take my new dildo for a spin. It was a beauty, big and black with huge veins and a heavy-duty suction cup base. I put on a long red wig and.