“Black Jim” Carl Nelson, the owner of big ‘un’s magazine, declared proudly, showing Bud Bundy his hand.

“Its Black Jack you idiot and were playing poker you fool, how the hell did moron like you end up with all this?” Bud asked waving his hands at the multimillion dollar mansion surrounding them.

Bud was the lucky winner of a seasons pass to the Big ‘Uns mansion, which was why the born loser was playing cards with one of the most successful men in the city, a man envied by many. Why Carl was playing with Bud was anyone’s guess.

The stunning blond massaging Carl’s shoulder’s glared at Bud, about to give him a piece of her mind, when Carl cut her off. “I tell you what asshole, if you think you could run things so much better then me, I bet you Big ‘Uns magazine and video inc., that I win the next hand” Carl offer with an evil smile.

Bud was hyper ventilating, until the blond smacked him, knocking back to his senses. Rubbing his cheek, Bud asked what he would lose if he lost.

“I’ll tear up your season pass to the Big ‘Uns mansion and you never darken its halls again” Carl answered, his eyes alight with the hope he might finally get rid of this useless asshole.

Bud bite his lip, uncertain what to do. “Is Carl as big an idiot as he’d seems or is he hustling me to get me out of his way?” Bud whispered to himself, stroking his chin as he considered his options.

“What was that Bundy, in or out?” Carl asked, looking Bud square in the eye, trying gage the young man.

“I’m in” Bud answered, rubbing his hands at the thought of all the naked women he’d be seeing and fucking if he won. He’d make that blond bitch that smacked him the first to eat his cock he concluded.

Carl dealt them each a hand of five. Sweat was pouring down Bud’s forehead, his stomach doing somersaults as he waited for Carl to finish dealing.

Picking his cards up, Bud scanned them quickly to see what the best hand he could put together was, he didn’t even had pair, his high card was an eight of spades. He was fucked.

Bud put his cards done in defeat, there was no draws, and he didn’t see the point of waiting as his dreams were crushed.

“Damn it, busted, I drew a 40!” Carl bemoaned, confusing poker with Black Jack again. The moron had a full house of course, three tens and a pair of fives, which Bud promptly swept back into the deck before the blond, who was taking care of Carl, finished talking to her friend, to returned to correct Carl’s mistake.

“Oh boy, oh boy, I’m going to get me some Big ‘Uns” Bud declared rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Not so fast boy, the girls aren’t part of the deal, nor is the mansion or the money, just the camera’s and the deal with the publishing company, plus the copy rights to Big ‘Uns, good luck loser!” Carl laughed, leaving Bud to his troubles.

“We’re never going to get a girl to agree to pose for no money dad” Bud complained to his father, who only gave a shit because Big ‘Uns was his favourite magazine. He couldn’t in good conscience let his son run such a fine publication into the ground.

“Look son I’ll tell you the secret about getting women to put out, but if you tell anyone I said this I’ll deny it and it’ll be your ass that gets sent to jail” Al offered, looking around to make sure no one else was around to hear it. It’d ruin his rep as a stud if it go around.

“I’ll even help you run your company, but you’ve got to keep it secret, especially from Marcy, she’d claw your eyes out with those chicken legs of hers if she found out son” Al warned.

“Out with it old man!” Bud demand impatiently, desperate to try anything, even if that meant listening to his fathers advice, something he usually tried to avoid doing.

“Rape son, you got to rape them son” Al told his son, expecting his son to bolt and freak out at his advice, but Bud looked on curiously.

Bud mouth was dry at the thought of raping some big breasted slut and making pose from his magazine and videos, he’d dreamed of using rape women for years, cutting out all the hard work of getting to go out with him, and getting to know them, but Bud knew he was the type of guy that would be passed around in prison, so it put an end to those hopes. Until now.

“Why weren’t you arrested dad?” Bud asked, looking around himself now, hoping no one heard conversion between them.

“You get something on them, pot works the best, you take a few pics of her with a joint in her mouth, use that to blackmail her, it works very time” Al explained, betting that a young man like Bud would have his own secret stash.

He was close. Bud pulled a fat bag of unused ecstasy pills he’d bought from a guy at a rave, during his short lived Master B phase.

“Good enough son, lets get started” Al said, taking the pills from his son, slipping them in his beer cooler, the one he kept in the basemen.

“Kelly pumpkin, get down here please, your dear old dad needs your help” Al called up the stairs to his daughter.

“Dad, you’ve got to be joking?” Bud asked, his eyes bugging out at the suggestion of using his own sister.

“Why not, she’d make the perfect cover model, she’d got some of the biggest tits in Chicago, she beautiful, and people eat up that incest stuff” Al answered, getting up and turning on the video cameras Bud had set up all around his bed.

Bud picked up his digital hand DVD recorder, taping his sister as she skipped down the stairs, her enormous tits bouncing under the white knit button up sweater she worn, the one that left her navel exposed.

“Dad’s right, Kelly puts the meat in sweater meat” Bud muttered quietly to himself as he traded his DVD recorder for his other digital camera, taking photo’s of Kelly, who had a confused look on her face.

“What do need daddy?” Kelly asked, trying to ignore Bud. She didn’t know why he was taking her picture, but it was starting to get on her nerves.

“Kelly, I’ve got you a new necklace for you pumpkin, put it on” Al told his daughter, pointing to the electric shocking collar he’d worn until he’d agreed to fix the basement.

“Thanks daddy, hey isn’t this the electric collar Bud used against you is it? You not trying to use the collar to force me into baring my big tits for Bud’s new Magazine are you?” Kelly asked suspiciously.

“Ahhh, no hon, we’re, ah, hmmm, oh yes, Bud’s gay and he’s turning it into a gay skin mag hon, so he doesn’t need female models” Al lied, receiving daggers from Bud’s eyes in the process.

“Bud, do you really think your going to do any better with men than you do with women?” the dumb blond asked as she snapped the collar around her neck.

Kelly shook her short blond hair and ran back up the stairs, until the collar zapped, making her back arch in pain, thrusting her huge titties out.

Walking painful back down the stairs, Kelly turned to her brother with snooty look on her face.

“I’m a not a boy you idiot, I’m a girl, I know you don’t have much experience with those, but after all those Big ‘Uns you read you’d thing you’d know the difference, to think that people say I’m the stupid one” Kelly told Bud, rolling her eyes at what she perceived to be her brother’s stupidity.

“I’m not gay you pea brain slut, now go sit on my bed if ever want out of the collar” Bud replied, finding her lack of brains almost as astounding as the size of her tits.

“Daddy!” Kelly complained, pouting. She’d find no mercy in that corner. Al was sick of his daughters cock teasing behaviour, if she was going to act like a whore, he was going to treat her like one.

Kelly sobbed quietly as she walked over to the bed and prepared for her sexual abuse.

Bud tossed couple of ecstasy pills to Kelly, both to blackmail her later with and to loosen her up a bit.

Kelly didn’t do drugs, but she thought they were Tylenol so she swallowed them anyway. The pills worked quickly, making Kelly feel weird.

“Time to open your sweater Kelly” Al ordered, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, beating himself off to thoughts of his daughter.

“Oh man, oh man, oh man I’m going to see some Big ‘Uns” Bud declared as he started snapping shots of Kelly unbuttoning her thin white knit sweater.

Kelly was embarrassed to find she starting to get wet as she pulled her sweater open, exposing her mountainous hooters to her father and brother. Seeing her father stroking his big cock at the sight of her massive mammaries sent a thrill through Kelly.

“Grab them by the base and start smacking them togther” Bud order, taking a close up of Kelly heavenly orbs.

Stifling a sob, Kelly grabbed her soft tit meat at the base and started smacking together, the two tit flesh glaciers colliding with a meaty thwack, again and again and again, Kelly’s humiliation increasing exponentially with meaty smack.

Bud was gleefully taking pictures of his humiliated sister when the light bulb blew. “Damn it what do we do now?” Bud complained.

“Eureka, I’ve got it, we’ll do the shots from now on in the Jiggly Room!” Al announced, coming to the rescue again.

“Ah the Jiggly Room, where the breasts don’t stop bouncing when a guy starts a pouncing, at the Jiggly Room!” Al shouted.

“Where the a guy’s mitts can cup some tits, at the Jiggly Room!” Bud added.

“Where the biggest hooters get the loudest rooters, at the Jiggly Room!” Al announced.

“Where the guys start-a-wanking when the girls start-a-spanking, at the Jiggly Room!” Bud continued.

“Where bucks start flowing when the fucks start going, at the Jiggly Room!” Al added at a fevered pitch.

“Where the girls are a doffin’ for guys belonging in a coffin, at the Jiggly Room!” Kelly rejoined sarcastically.

“Heathen” Al counter, before waving over the manager, Akbar, an old friend of Al’s.

“Hey Al, I see you’re with your daughter who is as lovely as always” the too smooth owner of the Jiggly Room offered, greeting his best customer with a handshake, while his eyes never left Kelly’s chest.

“I’ve got a real treat you pal, Kelly here wants to work for you, you’ll not find a hotter piece of ass in all of Chicago” Al promise, nodded towards his daughter.

“No I don’t, I’m an actress not a stripper and a whore” Kelly countered snootily. He wouldn’t dare force her to strip against her will with Officer Dan sitting in the front row Kelly concluded.

“Don’t make me come over there” Al threatened, shaking his fist at his wilful daughter.

“Fuck off, were in public and there’s nothing you can do to make me” Kelly challenged, sticking her tongue out at her father to drive her point home.

In a rage, Al bent Kelly over the nearest table, shattering glass and getting everyone’s attention. Kelly’s eyes were wide with shock as Al fished around her waist to unbutton and unzip her jeans, before pulling them down to her ankles, exposing her ass and shaved slit to everyone in the room.

Kelly’s public humiliation grew worse as Al lifted his hand high into the air, bringing it down hard to smack Kelly on the ass. Kelly’s eyes grew moist, as did her tight young pussy, as Al continued her public spanking, to the cheers and applause of the patrons of the Jiggly Room.

“I’ll be a stripper here daddy, just please stop spanking me” Kelly pleaded, dying of embarrassment.

“You’ve insulted everyone here, making them think you don’t want to be stripper” Al counter, the spanking he was giving Kelly making his hard.

“Please master, I want to be stripper, exposing my tits to everyone, jiggling them in guys faces, it what I live for, sucking their cocks dry for free, I’m nothing but a total whore!” Kelly screamed, getting a standing ovation from the crowd.

Al stopped spanking her, but left her sobbing, bent over the table, with her pants around her ankles. “Prove it” Al commanded his blond daughter.

Kelly got on her knees before her father, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, freeing his cock, which smacked her in the face as it popped out.

“Tell everyone how much you want to suck your fathers cock pumpkin” Al instructed Kelly.

“Please daddy, let suck that big juicy cock of your, I want to wrap my lips around it, slip it over my tongue slowly so that I can taste as much of it as I can, till it hits the back of my throat, before adjusting my head so that can take it all the way down my throat” Kelly begged huskily, cupping her heavy tits through her white knit sweater to emphasis what a big slut she was for wanting cock her father’s cock.

Contrary to what her father and brother believed, this wasn’t the first time she’d been raped, guys did it to her all the time, so she knew from experience that at this point it was best to play up the slut factor for her own safety.

Kelly licked the precum from Al’s piss slit, purring at the taste before licking every available inch of skin on his cock she could find, before turned to the main meal. Opening, Kelly bobbed her head lower and lower on her father’s dick, eventually taking the huge organ down her throat, where she used her neck muscles to milk him.

Turning to Bud to see if he was catching it all on DVD, Al noticed Bud was nodding in the affirmative to his unspoken question.

Kelly buried her nose in her father’s pubic hair, looking up at him, making sure he saw how good he tasted in her mouth in her eyes.

Kelly’s cheeks hollowed and her head blurred as she used Al’s dick to fuck her face with, his smelly balls bouncing off her chin so fast that they were almost drumming out a tune on the pretty blonds face.

Kelly’s hands moved between her legs, her fingers plowing into her tender pussy like a tiger on a deer, the blond slut fucking herself savagely.

Kelly’s cunt muscles squeezed her fingers as her mind was assaulted by a massive wave of debauched orgasms that left Kelly’s entire body glistening with a sheen of sweat, driving Kelly to suck faster, the slut dying of a thirst that could only be quenched by her father’s sperm.

Cum painted her tonsils and her tongue as Al could take no more. “Kelly before you swallow, stick your tongue out to show everyone my cum” Al commanded, waving Bud over so he could grab a close up of Kelly’s tongue.

Sticking her cum covered tongue out, Kelly made sure that everyone had a good long look up close and personal, before swallowing, after which she stuck her tongue back out to show the crowd that she’d indeed eaten every last drop of her father’s creamy seed.

“Now crawl back stage and get ready for your dance while daddy deals with the manager pumpkin” Al told his daughter, not even allowing her to pull her pants up as she crawled ever so slowly back stage, her ass wiggling seductively behind her, before disappearing back stage.