They barely paid me any more attention than they would any animal or lowly servant. And when they did bother to notice me it usually meant trouble in ...he form of a beating or a fucking—or, as was usually the case, both.Daddy Sir often had women over to the apartment. He wasn’t gay, not a lisping, groveling, cum-loving faggot pigslut, like me. He just had a strong sex drive that wanted satisfying almost constantly and enjoyed having a white boy as his slave and whore. The fact was, he didn’t see. Adhe ghante tak wo chusti rahi phir alag hui mene use bench pe bithaya aur me niche beth gaya uski leggins aur penty utar ke chut pe hath ghumane laga sehlane laga.Thodi der baad me usko fingering karne laga aur apni tongue dal ke chusne laga puri tounge andar daal k chatne laga aur sath hi ungliya bhi chal rahi thi meri wo beth bhi nai paa rahi thi benche pe puri uchal rahi thi me josh me tha ruke bina chate jaa raha tha uski chut.Kuchh der chut chatne ke baad me khda hua aur use bhi khada kar. ." She looked up at me, took my aching cock out of her mouth and said. "Don't you like it do you want me to stop!!" "Oh God no please don't it's so good." She smiled then continued to suck me off. "Oh Mum I don't know what's happening but I think I'm going to explode." I was about to come, all my dreams were coming true. I had visualized Susan Blackwell doing this to me after watching some of Dads porn movies. But this was by far better, my Mums lips around my shaft and her so willing to. I was horny, and I knew she was horny, but I still felt uncomfortable with the situation I was in. I mean, it was my 16-year-old sister who was staring down at my dick like it was made of chocolate or diamonds or something. “What are you doing?” I asked, my nervousness revealed by my shaky voice, as she got onto her knees on the couch next to me, still looking down with her eyes fixed on my cock. “You know exactly what I’m doing.” She said very matter-of-factly as she swung one of her legs over.