Chapter 9: Little Sister’s Public Humiliation

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

Naked and uncaring, I strolled after Michaela with Natalie on my arm. My busty (thanks to the best breast job ever performed) lover clung to me. Her red hair swept down her shoulders and brushed my arm. She had a sweet aroma about her, her perfume mixing with her natural musk.

She was excited to see her sister punished even more.

Michaela was a whore. A cunt. A bitchy, disgusting slut who used her cuteness and vulnerability to manipulate people into doing what she wanted. She would lie about others, even members of her own family, out of spite and greed. She bullied her older sister, Natalie, this way by telling lie after lie to their mother.

Those same lies had broken up Natalie’s parents. So much to fix. All those wrongs that Michaela had to correct.

The redhead, eighteen-year-old whore before us had no idea we were following her. Thanks to a simple mind-control command for no one to notice Natalie and me, and everyone in the world would ignore us until I said otherwise. My powers were amazing.

“I wonder what’s going to happen to her?” moaned Natalie. “I hope it’s utterly humiliating.”

I smiled at her. Every day, I loved her more and more. It made me think about a future with her. I never thought I would fall in love. Women were just things to be used. The ones who were respectful would be rewarded when I was finished them, the bitches punished and degraded. Natalie had changed all of that.

She had captivated me.

“Someone will ask her the right question and force her to do something utterly degrading,” I told her. “You’ll see.”

Natalie smiled. “It was so satisfying whipping her ass with the coat hanger. Ugh, she’s such a cunt. I can’t believe she tried to break us up the moment we arrived.” Then she shook her head. “No, Sir, I can absolutely believe she tried that. She’s just that terrible.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, nodding my head in absolute agreement.

We reached the sidewalk and headed down the street after Michaela. She hurried across it. I told her to go out into the world and apologize to everyone she’d wronged. I hoped some of them would figure out her secret. What she would do if someone asked her a yes or no question. I was rather proud of this punishment.

It was one of my favorite ideas I’d ever come up with.

“Ooh, she’s going to Ms. Vasser’s house,” said Natalie. “She’s a single mother.”

Michaela opened a worn, wooden gate and crossed a lawn. There was a scattering of toys across it. We stopped at the gate, close enough to watch if anything interesting happened. Michaela reached the door and knocked hard.

The door opened. A middle-aged woman with a round face and mousy, brown hair. She wore a house robe belted about an ample body. She had the sort of big tits everyone woman should aspire too. Except for Michaela. She didn’t deserve to have anything but those small, itty-bitty titties of hers.

“What do you want?” Ms. Vasser snapped.

“Not a fan of your sister, I see,” I commented.

“It gives me hope, Sir,” Natalie sighed. “She hasn’t charmed everyone.”

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Vasser, but I’m the one who broke your window two years ago. It wasn’t your son.”

Ms. Vasser’s eyes narrowed. “You told me he did it trying to hit you with a baseball.” Fury crossed her face. “I punished my son for a month for that. He still is sullen about it. And you’re telling me you lied?”

Michaela flinched. “Yes. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up.”

“Can you fuck off?” Ms. Vasser hissed.

“Yes,” Michaela said.

This part made me perk up. Michaela always had to answer a yes or no question with, “Yes,” and then do or believe whatever they told her. How would she interpret “Fuck off?” My dick throbbed before me.

Michaela thrust her hand beneath her skirt and it was clear that she was masturbating. She groaned, her face contorting with bliss. She was fucking herself off, that was for sure. Her red hair danced about her shoulders.

Natalie burst into giggles as disgust crossed Ms. Vasser’s face. “You filthy whore. Get off my porch right the fuck now before I call the police!”

“But you told me to fuck off!” moaned Michaela, rubbing at her pussy.

Ms. Vasser slammed the door in the bitch’s face.

Michaela just stood there, her body shaking as she masturbated herself in the view of everybody. Would the police come? My dick throbbed as I waited to find out what humiliating thing would happen to this disgusting girl frigging her cunt off on the porch.

She trembled while Natalie started stroking my cock. She pumped her hand up and down my dick as we watched and waited to see what would happen to the naughty cunt. My dick throbbed in Natalie’s hand.

“This is amazing, Sir,” she purred. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said without thought.

Michaela

My fingers plundered my filthy, nasty cunt. I was such a slut. I was frigging myself right here on Mrs. Vasser’s porch, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat. I couldn’t stop myself. I was just that disgusting and filthy and dirty.

My sister and her boyfriend were right. I was such a terrible cunt. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on my digits. I whimpered, pussy cream spilling down my thighs. My top clung to my little titties. My ass blazed when I clenched my rump against the pleasure surged through me.

I groaned and shuddered, my finger rubbing on my thumb. Was she going to call the police? I was so filthy, I deserved to be arrested. To be handcuffed for being the filthy, nasty, depraved whore that I was. I was in public.

Anyone could see me.

Anyone.

I came.

I gasped, my orgasm bursting hot through me. My pussy convulsed as the pleasure rippled through my flesh. I whimpered, my body shuddering. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse. Hot cream rushed down my thighs. They coated me as I swayed through the bliss.

“Oh, God!” I moaned, the waves of humiliating pleasure washing through my mind. I proved that I was just so filthy with every moment I trembled here.

I shuddered, hitting that filthy peak. I quivered there, my pussy clenching around my fingers. I swayed, my face flushed with heat. Trickles of sweat beaded there. They ran down my face as I sucked in deep breaths.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, my juices dripping on them. Dirty, nasty whore-cream. I sucked the sweet mess off my digits as I turned around. Tears stung my eyes from how much I enjoyed that.

It was everything Natalie said I was. I deserved to be spanked by her for being such a naughty bitch. It was why I had to be better. It would be better.

That was what I was doing. I had so many people to apologize to. I padded up the steps and frowned. There were streaks of liquid I didn’t remember seeing by the gate. I swear that it looked like cum.

Had someone jerked off watching me masturbate?

I melted even more, my embarrassment rising. This day just got worse and worse. Everyone on the street would soon know that I had masturbated on Ms. Vasser’s porch like a horny sow.

I opened the gate and crossed the street to Mr. Carson’s house. I swallowed, reaching the chain-link fence. It had a beware of dog sign, but there was no more dog here. I had gotten rid of the dog with more lies.

I hadn’t cared one bit about the pain I caused. I just wanted to make the hound stop barking so I could sleep in on Saturday morning. How terrible was that? How much of a disgusting cow was I? I shuddered as I approached the door.

Knocked.

I heard grumbling then Mr. Carson wrenched it open. He wore a wife-beater stretched over his beer gut and a pair of sweatpants. His eyes flicked up and down me. He smiled as he stared at my tits on display in my tight blouse.

Even if they weren’t the big and huge tits that I didn’t deserve, he ogled them.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to tell you that I’m the one who called the police on your dog and said it was attacking people.”

The lust in his eyes vanished. Anger swelled in him. His fist balled up as he glared at me. “I never got my fucking dog back!”

I flinched, wanting to run. “I know. Is there anything I can do?”

“Not unless you can become my new bitch. Huh, can you do that?”

“Yes,” I said and suddenly, I was his bitch. But not the way that Natalie meant it when she called me one.

I fell to my knees, my skirt riding up my thighs. I must be flashing my cunt at the gate. Humiliation melted through me. Anyone could see my shaved snatch. My pussy clenched. The heat rippled through me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I barked at him. Bitches couldn’t talk. What else did dogs do? They whined and whimpered when they were bad. So I did that. I stared up at him and gave him sad puppy dog eyes while I rubbed my cheek into his sweatpants. My cheek rubbed across his leg and moved higher.

His sweatpants began to bulge. I was making him hard. I didn’t mean to do that. I was trying to be his new bitch. A dangerous gleam filled his eyes. His hand grabbed the back of my head. Then he petted me.

“So, you’re going to be my bitch,” he said, talking to himself. “Damn. Look at that. Can you suck my cock like a bitch?”

“Yes!” I barked, trying to sound dog-like. I had to suck his dick right now. Just the way a bitch would.

I hooked the waistband of his sweatpants with my “paws” and tugged them down. He cursed, his eyes jerking up to the street. His cock popped out before me. It was short and hard. He had a thick girth to his shaft.

I licked at him, a salty taste clinging to his dick. I shuddered, proving once again how much of a depraved whore I was. I didn’t come here to suck his cock, but he said it, and my out-of-control body just had to do it.

He groaned as my tongue swiped up his cock to the pinnacle. I caressed over that spongy crown. It twitched. I licked at it again, gathering up the bead of precum that appeared. I sucked on it, loving the taste of this salty drop.

Of course, I loved it. I was a whore.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter from the humiliation of licking and lapping at his cock. I bathed his shaft with my tongue, blowing him the way a bitch could. Dogs couldn’t suck on dicks. They could only caress them with their tongue.

He had such an evil grin on his face. “Yeah, look at that. Mmm, Michaela sucking on my dick. Thought your shit don’t stink, didn’t you.”

She barked, “Yes!” and licked his cock again.

“Yeah, you’re not hot shit, are you? No, no you’re a fucking whore. Look at you, just licking at my dick. Mmm, you’re going to make me cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I barked again, salivating to do that. I wanted to say more, to beg him, but I was a bitch.

My juices dripped down my thighs as I degraded myself with this fat man’s cock. His beer belly stretched out towards me as I licked up his shaft. I coated his dick in my saliva, lapping up more and more of the precum leaking out of his slit.

I even nuzzled into his balls and licked them. Dogs would do that. A bitch would suck on those hairy nuts. He groaned as I did, the salty flavor melting across my taste buds. He was such a disgusting man, which only proved how depraved I was.

I was the filthiest cunt in the world. A dirty sow rooting in the sty. I couldn’t help myself.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes as I licked back up his cock to his fat crown. I swirled my tongue around it. He groaned, his face contorting in bliss. His chest rose and fell. His hand grabbed the back of my head.

“Enough licking, bitch! Suck it!” He shoved my head forward.

My lips slid over his dick and then his cock was in my mouth. I groaned, my tongue swirling around his shaft now. He gripped my head tight and fucked my mouth with his dick. He plunged it in and out of me.

“That’s it, suck it!” he growled. “You know how to fucking suck dick, whore. Do it! Fucking suck my cock, bitch!”

I did. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears falling down my cheeks as I blew this terrible, foul man’s cock. I sucked on him, his salty flavor swelling through my mouth. My pussy drank in the humiliation, getting juicier and juicier.

I wanted to masturbate as that short, fat cock plunged to the back of my throat. His balls smacked on my chin. The meaty impacts echoed over and over. He grunted and groaned, gripping a fistful of my hair.

“Goddamn, Michaela!” he snarled. “You’re a cock-sucking bitch, aren’t you?”

Yes!

I sucked with such hunger now. I had to make him cum. I had to blow him. I was a cock-sucking bitch. A whore that had to love his nasty dick. My cheeks hollowed with every suck. My cunt dripped juices. They ran down my thighs. My hips wiggled back and forth as he growled.

His balls smacked into my chin over and over. Drool ran out of my mouth. I slurped on his dick. I moaned around him, nursing with all my hunger. I had to make him cum. I needed his humiliating jizz to flood my bitch-mouth.

“That’s it!” he panted. “Yes!”

He erupted.

His cum fired into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of his jizz flooded me. I groaned and then gulped it down. I swallowed drop after drop of his cum. It poured down my gullet. My pussy clenched. I ached to frig it.

I was such a whore. More tears fell down my cheeks as I gulped down every last drop of his cum. I sucked hard to enjoy every bit of it. Drool spilled down my chin as I nursed out his spooge. He groaned and grunted.

“What’s that noise?” a woman shouted. His wife.

“Fuck!” he growled. “Just one of those annoying missionaries preaching Jesus.” He yanked his cock out of my mouth and slammed the door in my face.

The wood hit my forehead and snapped my head back. I gasped and fell on my back, my skirt flaring up to show off my shaved and horny cunt. I groaned, my forehead throbbing. I sobbed from the shame, my belly full of his cum.

“What is wrong with me?” I moaned, struggling to stand. My forehead throbbed and ached. The taste of his jizz lingered in my mouth, reminding me I was a whore.

Natalie

“Sir,” I moaned, cumming on his fingers as I watched my sister stand up. She was crying, some cum on her chin, her forehead red from the impact.

“What is wrong with me?” Michaela asked.

“You’re a fucking lying-ass sow who is learning about consequences!” I moaned, my pussy writhing about the Man’s fingers. They sent such rapture through me.

“We’re not the only ones who saw that,” said the Man. He nodded next door.

I gasped to see a group of boys; Mrs. Samson’s two thugs. They were a pair of assholes. Nate and Carl would be eighteen and twenty respectively. They watched my sister stumbling to the gate with hunger in their eyes.

I shivered, my orgasm hitting that wonderful peak as I knew things were about to get really humiliating for my cunt of a sister. My big, fake titties jiggled as I savored the bliss melting through my mind.

“Hey!” Nate called.

Michaela

I stiffened at the shout and glanced next door.

I groaned. Nate Sampson and his asshole brother Carl were both staring at me like a pair of salivating dogs. Of course, they saw me blowing Mr. Carson’s dick. I stiffened and hurried down the sidewalk. I’d never done anything to them. I had no reason to make amends to those assholes or that bitch of a mother they head.

“Where you going?” Carl asked. “Huh?”

I didn’t answer them. Felt no need too.

“You sucked off Mr. Carson,” Nate shouted, a tall guy with a flat face and buzzed short, black hair. “Can you suck us off?”

I froze in my footsteps and groaned at the humiliating lust rising in me. “Yes!”

I turned to them and marched across their overgrown lawn. The grass whipped at my legs as I came up to the porch where the boys were staring at me like a pair of hungry jackals about to feast on a slutty sow.

“I can blow you,” I said and fell to my knees on the porch before them. “You have to get your dicks out, though.”

“You’re serious?” Carl asked.

“Yes, I’m serious about blowing your cocks,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. More tears formed in the corner of my eyes. “I-I’m a disgusting bitch who ... who wants to suck your dicks off.”

The brothers grinned at each other. Carl looked much like his older brother, only he was lankier and taller. Then they were both attacking their worn jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. They whipped out their cocks right before me.

Once again, anyone could see me. I felt like I was being watched right now. Like my sister and her boyfriend were lurking around. Where had those two gotten to?

Carl and Nate’s dicks popped out. The Sampson brothers both had long but skinny cocks thrusting from black bushes. They were nearly identical to each other. I groaned and grabbed them both. I pumped my hands up and down them.

“God, you’re a slut, aren’t you?” panted Nate.

“I am! The biggest, filthiest, most degrading slut there is!” I moaned and then swallowed the tip of his cock.

He groaned as I fisted his younger brother’s cock. I worked for my hand up and down Carl’s skinny shaft as I sucked on his brother’s. I swirled my tongue around his dick’s tip, drinking up the salty precum already flowing out of his slit.

I had to blow them both. So I ripped my mouth off Nate’s cock and engulfed Carl’s dick. I sucked on him next. He groaned, a big smile spreading on his lips. I bobbed my head, my red hair swaying about my face.

“Don’t forget about me, sow,” growled Nate.

I popped my mouth off Carl’s dick, a fresh trickle of spittle flowing down my chin. I turned my head and engulfed the older brother’s cock. I sucked on him, pumping my hand up and down both their dicks.

“Shit, this is amazing!” Nate moaned.

“Michaela is sucking our cocks!” gasped Nate. “Shit, yes. Everyone’s going to know that you’re a complete whore.”

I was.

I fisted their cocks and sucked back and forth. I went from older brother to younger and then back to older. My cunt clenched the entire time. I was getting so horny from loving their dicks like the utter whore I was.

Drool ran down my chin. My breasts jiggled in my top as I sucked from one hard cock to the other. I fisted them hard. Fast. I worked my hands up and down them. My cunt grew juicier and juicier. A tear trickled down my cheeks while cunt cream ran down my thighs.

“Fuck, she’s just a goddamn whore!” groaned Nate. “Let’s cum on her face!”

“I bet you want us to jizz all over your face, don’t you, whore?” Carl groaned.

I popped my mouth off his dick to moan, “Yes!” I fisted their cocks hard. “Cum on my face. I’m just a disgusting whore that needs your jizz to baste me. Coat me. Cover me in your spunk. Shower my sow-face with your spunk.”

“Fuck, yes!” groaned Nate. “You are the most disgusting slut I’ve ever met, Michaela. Goddamn, we’re going to coat you.”

“Yes!” gasped Carl. “Shit, I’m going to cum. Keep fisting me!”

I squirmed there, wanting them to shower me in their spunk. I wanted them to coat me in it. I couldn’t stop my hands from flying up and down the brothers’ dicks. I pumped fast and wild. My pussy clenched, waiting for the humiliating spray of their cum to splash on my features.

Both their flat faces were contorting. They were both groaning and grunting, calling me disgusting names. My pussy drank them all in. I was so feverish for their cocks. I would fuck them if they wanted. I would impale my nasty twat down their dicks and let them cum in me, too.