Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 6
JAMIE: 2

Bill briefly explained as Wendy put back on the shit-stained skirt, and the dirty half-top how walking the track worked. She would also have some baby wipes and a few condoms, as well as a cell phone.

-She was to walk back and forth just on the sidewalk in front of the motel. She could get into cars but not leave the parking lot.

-She had to flash her tit to anyone she talked too, if it was at that car or in it.

-She had to wait for them to touch her on the pussy

-She was to insist upon condoms except for Rahjid or Rahjid's 'special customers' if he had any.

-Blowjobs are 20, half and half is 40 (BJ and sex), 60-80 for sex, and 100-200 for up the ass. She was to to try to get as much  money as possible, and leave it up to them if they seem shy and nervous so they over pay.

-Always get the money up front.

-Bring the money to the lobby window (it will be locked) right after. Hand it over.

-Call Bill before and after each guy, so he can watch the door to the motel room. (He would be laying on the couch in the lobby otherwise)

“Okay, last chance to back out, are you my whore?” Bill asked of his wife, who was admittedly very scared.

“Yes sir, I am your whore, if this is what you want, I will do it.”

“How many stars do you want for this?” Bill had originally intended to award her one star for every hundred she earned.

“None sir, I want you to fine me so that I have as many stars as Jamie does in the morning.”

“You understand, you still have to go to work and you won't be done til 4am?” Bill said impressed that his wife had taken to heart their conversation earlier about sacrificing and being a good little submissive if she wanted him to take it easier on Jamie when it came to the sexual end.

“Yes Sir, Can I have a redbull and a smoke?” she asked, neither of which were things she would have done before tonight.

“Yah, you can after an hour or so. There is a little convenience store near here, you can walk down there after I give you permission.”

“My brother in law runs it!” Rahjid added “But do not ask for discount, just because you are working for Rahjid!”

“Yes sir” Wendy sniffed.

“Are you crying, slut?”

“No sir, just allergies”. Wendy was crying, but she was being tough. She didn't want Bill to see her starting to get upset that things had gone so far left field.

She stood outside for about 10 minutes and as Rahjid had predicted, traffic actually increased on Martin Luther King blvd the later it got. Slowly trolling cars, that were obviously there to check out the women. Some would drive passed her several times.

These people were clearly not going to homes or jobs. They were looking to buy something and it sure wasn't ribs.

Rahjid came out waving his arms angrily “You look like cop. Too pretty, you must hunch over, look less self-esteem”

When Wendy stopped standing up straight, she got her first pull in. The man took one look at her face, and drove away. Wendy wasn't sure if she should be happy or feel rejected. The man came back five minutes later.

“Are you looking for a date?”

“Date night tonight, yes sir”. Wendy hadn't yet got the lingo down. The man was propositioning her for sex. He pulled in to the parking lot and Wendy walked over. The other whores (of which there were several) seem to be giving her a wide berth. None of them wanted to talk to her. There were no Julia Roberts in the movie “Pretty Woman” types out here. That was the only movie that Wendy had as a frame of reference.

These were haggard, broken women. They walked with limps, their hair was like a bees nest, some were fat, some were skinny, some looked like they had a form of down syndrome. It actually broke her heart to see how they lived. This was her first night, this was their EVERY NIGHT.

Nightmare to her, but reality of their every waking moment to the girls who lived here. Wendy was lost in thought when she heard Rahjid shout “Get thumb out of butt, go talk to car!!” from the lobby window.

The man was easily a push over. Wendy was clearly prettier than the normal whore, so other than his apprehension that this was too good to be true, it was very easy to get him to agree to a hundred dollars to “Hit it”.

Rahjid rented the room to him  and then she found he was done in less than twenty minutes. Mechanically her client had climbed on top of her, deposited his cum neatly into the condom and then left.

“This wasn't so bad”. She went to the lobby to hand over the hundred. “This plus the cost of the room, brings us to how much?” She asked her new employer Rahjid.

“Cost of room? That my money.”

“So every time I get a new guy, you collect for the same room, and that doesn't count towards my debt.”

“You got it, sweet cheek.”

“That isn't fair.”

“Look around, you think life fair? If life fair, I own a chain of convenient stores like brother, who is asleep in his bed. Instead, I get this motel for marrying his ugly sister.” Somewhere Rahjid's wife was silently casting a deadpanned glance her husband.

“So if I fuck them in the bushes, you don't get your rent on the hotel, Sir?” she asked cleverly.

“Okay, okay sweet cheek. You are smart cookie, to smart for Bill. I gave you a turd.” Rahjid said.

“A third? No. half. I am going to bring you business, Sir!” Wendy countered.

“Half, okay...get to walking, less talking. Also bring your condom, when you are done.”

“What would you need that for, Sir?”

“You do what you are told. You don't flush condom down toilet, that breaks plumbing. It proves you are working!!” Rahjid demanded.

Bill leisurely got off the couch and walked outside to his wife. “Are you giving Rahjid a hard time, honey?” he asked with the apparent confidence of a man used to getting his way.

“No sir, I was just curious why he wanted the condom, I will bring it.”

“Rahjid has a kind of OCD, he makes up rules. He lives by rules, he loves rules. He has them posted around the motel, even he can't remember them all. You'll bring the condom, and pour the contents into this cup. It isn't a mason jar, but I think you know what you are going to do with it, when you get finished tonight?”

“Drink it mixed with my redbull, Sir?” Wendy asked sheepishly, wondering how it had all gotten so intense and disgusting so fast. It seemed to creep up on her, but now she was living the most disgusting nightmare she could imagine.

“That is a good idea.” and Bill turned his back on her and walked away.

Wendy's next customer was an older man, who had the kindly face of an elderly grandfather. His dentures fit awkwardly in his mouth and reminded Wendy of her own Grandfather from when she grew up in Indiana. Smiling down at her, it made it all the more surreal that she was huffing his latex rapped cock. He didn't cum, instead he peed.

“Sorry girl, I haven't shot real bullets since 1985. This is as close as it gets”. The piss dripped down her lips and onto her blouse. “I can't cum,but pissing I guess makes it feel like I am” he explained.

“Thank you, Sir” Wendy wiped her mouth, acting like this wasn't the biggest insult of her entire life to have a man whose dick she was sucking just go ahead and blast his lemon juice directly into her open mouth.

“Here, you are a good sport, have a tip” and he gave her a wad of three one dollar bills as if this was something extra. “Okay, thank you, Sir”

“I like the sirs, and the cat collars, reminds me of bondage” the old man seemed to want to talk now, but Wendy realized she had better get rid of him or else she wouldn't be able to make the money she needed to be done with this in one night.

It wasn't easy to be rude and just tell him to go so she sat and listened to him talk a little longer. It was obvious he was more lonely than he was horny.  He did remind her of her own grandfather, and it felt safe now that he had finished what he had to do and put his shriveled up old dick away. Wendy was getting an education that some men's balls were droopy sack, while others were tight nuts and everything in between. This man's was the droopy variety.

When she finally politely hinted he should move on, she only had time for three more men, bringing her total debt paid to 400 dollars. It was close to 4am on a Sunday night and Martin Luther King blvd was once again almost completely abandoned.

It would take her a long time to process what happened tonight. So many things. Blowjobs, sex with strangers, one guy pissing into her mouth. The weird gropes and fingerings. At first she had put up a brave front, but now she felt almost numb about it. She was exhausted from a full day of serving and she would need time to really go over in her mind, what she was doing and why. It was almost like a blur to her, in fact that was the best way to describe those last four fucks. “Blurs.”

The redbull cumshot wasn't as bad as she had thought. She had negotiated to get a redbull earlier in the night to pep her up, having not slept at all, and knowing she'd be working soon.

The redbull overpowering whatever jizz she had collected in the condoms. She was finally permitted a cigarette when she was finishing up for the night. It was out of character for a health-nut like her, but it calmed her nerves and Bill had enjoyed sending her to buy a “loosey” (a single cigarette) and red bull from Rahjid's store. He insisted she tell Rahjid's brother-in-law she was working for Rahjid to prop up Rahjid's ego.

“You want leave her here, she can work lunch time. Many trucker and working men, come for lunch time quickie” Rahjid asked.

“Nah, she has to work a real job in a few hours. Time to go. You'll have my stuff when she works off what I owe?”

“Yes, yes.. You bring her back, we may not even add more late fees” Rahjid said without making it clear whether he was joking or not.

On the way home, he insisted his wife sit completely naked and leave her outfit in the back of the truck. “I don't know what kind of scabies, cum and shit stains is on your clothes”

Wendy was too mentally mind fucked to put up any resistance. She dutifully undressed, and sat on her hands in the truck as they drove back to her house. She said absolutely nothing on the way home, and Bill didn't feel the need to gag her.

“You did good tonight” he told her once they pulled into their driveway, it still being dark just before the dawn of morning. “I'd kiss you, but you know...all the cum” he smirked.

Wendy didn't wait to be told to get out of the truck. She opened it's door and hopped out and walked inside as if she were fully clothed and this was perfectly normal.

Jamie and Chris were already up. Chris had his sister naked of course, gagged with a red rubber ball gag, doing “up-downs”, a type of exercise common with football players. She had to drop to the ground in a push up style position, then spring back up, causing her tits to bounce and her ass to jiggle. She stopped when her mom walked in naked and Jamie's eyes grew large.

Wendy must have really been a sight to see. Bedraggled and wore out, hair a mess, make up running down her face, and completely naked except heels and collar.

Chris brought down a wooden rod on his sister's ass “Who said for you to stop, lazy snot! Using mom‘s arrival as a chance to slack off?” His thrashing her ass made her gasp around the gag,  a little drool flying out. It had the intended effect, she stop gawking and reverted back to the rhythm of up-downs she was doing when they walked in.

“Just getting her pepped up, before she rides the bus with me. She won't be riding with the cool kids any more” Chris smirked at his sister being taken down a peg or two by having to ride the bus. “Looks like you and Mom had a fun date night!”

Bill himself was tired. He had a lot on his mind, and it had been a long yet satisfying night. He was just walking in behind his naked wife, directing her to “Take off her shoes” at the door. He seemed to get a bit of a second wind at the sight of his Son’s activities.

Chris would usually be sleeping late about this time, and so would he.

“Did your sister eat?” Bill shrugged, trying to seem calm, cool and collected.

“Oh yah, I almost forgot it is up to me to decide to feed the slut. Nah, she hasn't. I did though.”

“Okay, well fun’s over Jamie” he said to his daughter, yanking the gag from her mouth as if the gag had been a break. “Do you want to eat with your cow of a mother, before school?”

“Yes sir” she said frightened.

“Then moo for me, cows..”

Wendy and Jamie looked at each other for an instant and then they both made a mooing noise.

“Pathetic, get down on all fours, and let me hear you moo!” Bill demanded and the two girls got down on all fours, tits jiggling and made the moo sounds more loudly.

“Wendy, say cheese!!” he reminded her. She couldn’t see, but he had her cell phone out filming this as he had clips of her working at the motel, and earlier the day before.

“Cheese Sir?” she asked before remembering this was his signal she was being video taped and to give an acknowledgment to the camera “Oh, do you want to milk my cow udders and make cheese, Sir?” she smiled and turned her head towards to see he really did have the cell phone out.

“Nasty, you smell like you CUT the cheese” Chris laughed off camera.

“Yes sir, I do. I accidentally shit myself last night, which is why my stained skirt is outside, and I came in naked this morning.” she said for benefit of the camera and for “Bill’s New Deal” that if she really put some umph into her service, Bill wouldn’t be so hard on their daughter.

“Well go outside and get it, before the neighbors are up to see you running around naked. Then get back in the kitchen and twerk and tug on your your nipples with your cow daughter. You two can try to milk yourselves, while the two of us decide what you can eat.” and with that she hustled outside into the morning dew to rapidly retrieve her filthy skirt and put them back in the ‘slut box’ in their living room.

“Wow, mom going outside naked in the front yard. She really is obedient this morning.” Chris said as he walked Jamie into the kitchen on all fours by standing behind her kicking his sister in the ass .

“How many stars does Jamie have after her date and everything?”

“Five, she did extra credit and was a good girl. I am so proud of her” and he reached down and pinched her cheeks in an annoying and patronizing tone.

“Okay, that is what Wendy earned too. She earned more, but I decided to give her a choice of punishments, and one of them was too lose stars.” Bill lied to his son, given his wife’s willingness to take the deal. Chris just shrugged and began looking through the cupboard.

“We’ve got to send them to the grocery store, there isn’t really shit to eat here. Are you bored yet of watching them feed each other hot dogs?”

“Not really, why would I ever get bored of watching them eat hot dogs?” Bill admitted impishly.

When Wendy got back into the kitchen, she took her position on the floor next to Jamie and began to tuck her nipples, jerking them with her thumb and finger in an attempt to make it seem that they were ‘milking’ themselves. She wasn’t sure that was actually going to do anything about expressing milk, but she saw it amused them.

After about five minutes while Bill ate and watched from the dinner table, he walked over and placed a raw hot dog in his wife’s pussy about two inches in. Then he spun it rapidly and said “Pussy roulette, whoever gets the fishy flavored end, lost”

Bill stuck one end in each of their mouths and made them face each other. “Suck, until I tell you to take a bite, then take one bite and move forward slowly. I want you to savor each delicious bite and appreciate your food.” he laughed. This was in his mind, the kind of preachy things that Wendy had tried to teach him when the shoe was on the other foot.

“Do you whores want another?”

“Yes Sir!” came the hungry reply.

“Isn’t that greedy? They want, want, want. Have they done anything for it?” Chris said mockingly of the two naked family members on all fours acting as his slave.

As if on cue, Wendy without being told began to gyrate her hips, suggestively. Wiggling her ass as lewdly as possible.

“Mom, way to pop that coochie!” Chris giggled and brought over another hot dog for them. “Want this one in the pink too?” he asked her while standing over her.

“If you’d like to put it in my cunt, you have as much authority over me as your father, please feel free, Sir”

Chris stood looking down at her thinking “Nah, you want it too much” he finally decided before going behind Jamie and stabbing it into her pussy an inch before putting it between them.

Wendy jerked her head around to look at Bill as if to say “Do something?”

Bill just shrugged, silently making a face back at her like she was overreacting.  “No big deal” Bill said stretching his hands out and stifling a yawn “But in fairness, unless it’s for gold stars, let’s not stick anything more than an inch or so all the way inside them?” Bill asked his son.

“The cunt or ass?”

“Both holes, obviously” Bill said smiling.

Chris seemed satisfied with that. “What about for inspections?”

“Okay, if we need to inspect them, obviously you aren’t going to play, so yeah you can put a finger all the way in.”

Bill decided after saying that “Or if you want them to take their time, they can masturbate together. The way your mom had us masturbate. Obviously, since their plumbing is internal, it’s only fair they try to reach their g-spot” he was watching his wife’s face for a reaction, she wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of a negative one.

“Can we make them play with each other? Mom never had us do that together”

“No, she just tied our dicks to each other and had us jack off in mason jars, with our dicks almost next to each other” Bill exaggerated a little, at best they were a foot apart.

“They have to shave each other and lotion each other, and pull each other’s twats apart, shower each other, they aren’t babies, they can play with each other, ONLY when we give them permisssion of course”. Bill added the stipulation as if they were going to spontaneously want to play with each other’s bodies and didn’t find the idea completely disgusting.

“Which reminds me. Girls go get the shaving stuff, so you can do that while we watch, you are running out of time before you have to go” and off they went to get warm water, shaving cream, mirrors and razor.

“I’ve been thinking about that mason jar thing.” Bill said when they got back and began shaving each  other seated on the kitchen floor.

“Oh yeah, what did mom do with those mason jars?” Chris asked curiously.

“SHAVE THOSE NASTY PUSSIES, SLUTS!” Bill shouted at the girls. “Less listening to what the men have to say, more spreading those butts, you WILL be inspected, not a hair anywhere or I will take off my belt!!”

Then once he had them refocused on their efforts to shave any stubble growth from the previous day Bill told Chris that his wife had apparently never done anything with the mason jars. “She just wasted our cum”

“Seems anti-climatic” Chris said and Bill nodded, he was liking how sadistic his son was, but also his sense of ironic justice.

“So, I am going to give Wendy my old phone, and you can swap phones with your sister. They always gave us the older technology, for what they are going to be using the phones for, this is all they need.”
In truth, it was that Bill had been the first one to get a cell phone, and so his phone was older. When Wendy got hers, it was later and a more advanced one. Chris probably did get a hand me down, but Jamie’s phone was also a new one because of the way the plans worked out. Wendy wondered though if it had been a subconscious snub or not on her part. She paid all the bills and arranged phone service in the past.

They sent the two to shower together, while they watched them soap each other up. “I don’t’ want you two to wash one part of your own body. You need to learn team work. That means relying on each other. Wendy you’ll wash your stuck up daughter’s nasty ass, and Jamie you’ll be responsible to try to get your whore of a mother clean. If we catch you touching yourself even to scrach, we’ll punish”

Bill explained the plan while they showered. “I don’t think you can fill mason jars, and believe me, I thought about having you pee in mason jars that we saved. So I am going to do the next best thing to wasting your seed. The humiliation you gave us men, was to keep us compliant, make us exhausted and no longer thing about sex.”

“That doesn’t work when you masturbate, so you’ll once a day during the weekdays from school or work, find some place to masturbate. Where you do it, is your problem. In fact, the more public and risky it is, the better it will be for you star-wise.

Then you will masturbate until you are are near a climax. When you  are starting to get close, you are to contact me on phone to ask permission to cum.  You have to take a cell-phone pic of yourself while you are cumming, then thank whoever gave you the permission and email the pic. The more gracious you are, the more wild and interesting the picture, the better it will be towards your gold stars.”
Then he laughed at his own pun “So don’t just phone it in!” chiding them to be creative. “Failure to do this properly, will be punished severely, and you will be masturbated by the other girl when you get home”

“Do the pictures though, get deleted like the affirmation ones?” Jamie asked as she stood shivering and air drying in the bathroom.

“Present yourself in inspection position one” Bill said to his daughter, who stood at attention, with ass clenched, tits out to be checked for hair, cleanliness, and have her teeth looked at.

“How would it make you feel if your brother and I saved the pictures and masturbated to them as often as we liked, after this is over, as long as we promise not to share them out of the circle?” he asked as he pulled her mouth open and let it close.

“I guess it would feel creepy, Sir” she admitted.

“Is your pussy so special, we can’t masturbate to it?” he asked bending her over into inspection position one, to rub his finger on the nub of her asshole and around her pussy lips.

“No sir, my cunt is not special. It is just we didn’t take pictures of you guys?”

“Actually, your mom did.” Bill corrected “But that is besides the point, we are going to want to have some mementos of this fun little family vacation. Let me ask you this, let’s say I sent you to new york to be a leggy teen model, didn’t you ask me about that along time ago?”

“Yes Daddy, but it is very competitive. I changed my mind”. She added

Slapping her ass “It’s Sir, or Daddy Sir” he grumbled. “I am trying to make a point here, if you had gone to New York and been photographed in some high profile magazine, don’t you think some guy could jerk off to the pictures of you in bikinis and whatever they have you in.”

Chris mentioned the Miley Cyrus photoshoot with her dad in the photos. “She was topless, on a horse or something, but she had her arms around her chest and angled a certain way so you can‘t see actual nipple. I think I rubbed one out to that.”

“Exactly” Bill explained. “What does it hurt Miley Cyrus if someone rubs one out to her photos? It isn’t like she had to watch or actually jerk them off. Speaking of which, you two better start now, or you won’t have time to get dressed!” He said indicating his lap and that the matter was settled.

Wendy immediately got on her knees in front of Bill and began to unzip his pants, hungrily taking out his cock.

“No, you did me earlier, Pull off Chris” Bill instructed. He tested his wife’s eyes for a flash of anger or disapproval.

Instead she said “Yes Sir, I’m happy to jerk you both off, if you like. I have two hands, no waiting.” she smiled.

“No, I don’t want to have to jerk off that close to Chris again” Bill said wistfully and added “No offense, Son”.

“None taken, Dad” Chris said in a friendly almost comical way.

“You can get us started though, Jamie go down stairs and bring up two mason jars for us to cum into. We’ve already got your panties good and stained up and sticky. I’ll think of SOMETHING we can do with our seed when we pop our load. “

Jamie raced off happy to get out of the bathroom, to retrieve the mason jar.

Wendy was down on her knees facing the two men, pants unzipped as she played with their cocks getting them hard.

“I don’t like it dry, mom. Spit on it” Chris said.

His mom hovered slightly above his dick and let a long trail of drool pass from her lips on to his warm, pink, throbbing member. The sight of that sensual display was enough to send Chris shooting his wad directly onto his mom’s tits.

“Oh, haha…you got me there!!” He said slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t lasted very long.

“It’s fine, Sir. I am glad you were amused” she took her fingers and wiped  it off her boob and then put it on her tongue without having been told to do so. Chris had cum into panties that were stuffed in her mouth, and cum into lotion she had rubbed on her body, but even he hadn’t thought to ask her to actually lick up his cum.

“Oh my god, mom! You cum whore!”

“Are you proud, Sir?” she asked her son, while continuing to beat off her husband in the same room with a nice steady pace.

Bill shot next, this time she put her mouth directly on his dick and looked up at the two of them, while swallowing.

“Damn, I can’t wait to make Jamie do this!!” Chris said smiling

Bill cleared his throat and asked his son “Listen,  I want to ask you to do me a favor, your Mom is the cock hound. She’ll lick up the cum, in fact if we hadn’t came already, I would have had her put it in the mason jars for just that.” he paused, hearing the pitter patter of his daughter running upstairs.

“I’ve only got a second to explain, we can talk more about it later, but for now, just cool it around Jamie with that, okay?”

Chris seemed furious. “You are always trying to run it, I thought WE were equals, and the two of them had to do the same things!!” he said angrily, passing Jamie walking in as he was walking out.

“We won’t need the mason jars” Bill told his daughter, who stood there flat-footed and confused. “We already came.” Jamie actually seemed to have a disappointed look on her face, probably not because she wanted to see the two of them shoot their loads, but just for the wasted trip downstairs and back up.

“Sir, we really need to get dressed and go, may we be permitted to get dressed?”

“You really need your morning affirmations, but we don’t have time.“ Bill said obviously annoyed that he hadn’t had time to do everything he wanted in the morning. “That’s fine, let’s pick out something for you to wear”.

“I am going to come up with some instructions for you through out the day. I’ll text them to your phones. Obviously, Jamie you defer to your brother all day, you aren’t to shit, piss, or make decisions without conferring with him. When in doubt, go find Chris. If you don‘t have the same classes with him, that is your problem!”

With a smack on the butt, he had the Taylor clan pushed out the door. Chris and Jamie off to their bus. Chris dressed in his normal slacker t-shirt and jeans, but his sister in a skirt short enough that it would raise eyebrows even for Cherrylawn High. The top without bra, was sheer enough the outline of her nipples were clearly visible (especially when they got hard). Jame was carrying her own books and Chris’s backpack as well as for the first time a bagged lunch.

Wendy was dressed about the same, in what seemed like a mockery of an executive “power-suit”. Something a porn actress might choose when pretending to be a secretary, complete with four inch black heels. Bill told her to take the truck, and went back to bed. It had been one hard night.