The basement den is clean and ready when your fatherâs friends begin trickling in to play poker. This has happened every Friday night since you can remember. Tonight is different, though. This is the first night youâre the prize.
Your mother and two older sisters circle the guests, offering drinks and small bites. The women are wearing sheer panties, thigh high stockings, tall heels, and nothing else. The men appreciatively eye their bare chests and one even smacks your mother familiarly between her legs. She flushes, but groans lustily and swivels her hips. This is how she taught you to respond to a manâs attention. She makes it look so natural.
Tonight, youâre not serving snacks. Instead, youâre standing near the far wall waiting for your signal. Like your sister, youâre wearing heels so tall that they threaten to spill you forward and stockings that emphasize your long legs. But instead of panties, youâre wearing a tight corset that cinches your waist and forces your breasts up and out.
Your father follows the guests in, and flips a switch. The lights in the back of the den switch on, illuminating you and the strange device next to you. The men turn to look, and you can feel a flush start to creep up your neck.
The device is a hobby horse your father modified for this purposeâto display the prize during the game, incentivizing the men to bid high. Youâve seen your mother and sisters use it; now itâs your turn.
The hobby horse has a tall seat on one end, almost like a saddle. When your father nods at you, you straddle the horse, your bare crotch on the seat. Youâre sideways to the men so they can see the full length of your body. With your tall heels, your feet barely touch the ground. When you lean forward, you lose that contact such that your entire weight is on the seat.
The other end of the horse has a small wedge pillow that sits between your breasts and forces them out to the side. Finally, there is a padded cup for your chin. Your arms hang loose, dangling toward the ground. Your father says it looks stupider that way. It does feel stupid. Your bare crotch is now propped in the air, the bulk of your weight pressing against the seat, only supported by the tit spreader and chin cup.
âAs you can see, thereâs a new slut tonight,â you hear your father tell his friends. They make appreciative noises. âSheâll ride the bitch station while we play to get nice and warmed up for the winner.â Everyone knows this, of course, but you know he wants you to hear him casually offering your body to his friends. You feel warmth in your lower abdomen start to bloom. Itâs time to start.
Your breath hitches slightly as you begin to move your hips. Itâs taken practice to keep your balance on the bitch station but now youâre used to it. You grind your crotch on the seat, humping your cunt in full view of a group of men. It feels exposing, humiliating, and stupid. Just as a woman should feel.
You feel the men watch you for a bit, commenting on your legs and how big your tits have gotten. They compliment your father on his cultivation of a fine piece of fuckmeat. Your hips instinctively pump down hard when you hear that, causing one of the men to chuckle. Your face burns with shame at the men witnessing your instinctive response to humiliation.
Soon, the game starts. Youâre both relieved and disappointed when the men turn their attention away from you. You know you have to keep humping, though. Somehow itâs even more embarrassing to be grinding your cunt on a bitch station in the background while the men casually play their game. The other women told you what it would feel like, but nothing could truly prepare you for the sensation of being ambient humpmeat.
You lose track of time as you hump. Soon the pressure on your bitch hole has you clenching and shuddering with every thrust. The empty feeling in your cunt grows as the bitch seat becomes slick and wet with your cunt juices.
You donât even register when the game ends, so youâre not prepared for one of the men suddenly popping into your view. He circles around in front of you and crouches down to your eye level. âHowâs the bitch?â he asks. His tone is friendly but you can hear a rough edge behind it. The primal growl of a man prepared to breed a slut.
After hours of grinding, your brain is too slut hazed to concentrate. You know heâs talking to you but you canât seem to find the words to respond. So instead, you meet his gaze, let your tongue loll out stupidly, and hump your cunt down hard. âNnnnnnnnnghh,â you whine stupidly, the humiliation of your response overwhelming your senses. Your hole clenches down hard.
He laughs. âThatâs what I thought, cunt.â He slaps your face casually as he stands up. The brief contact is almost enough to send you over the edge, but your training stops you from letting go. Bitches only cum when they have a hole full of semen.
He takes his time walking around you, scrutinizing the way your hips grind your cumsleeve on the bitch station. âIâm going to enjoy this one,â he tells your father. You realize your father is now standing close by. You can just see him out of the corner of your eye. Of course he wants to watch your first bitching.
âSheâs practiced for it,â your father assures him. âShe should earn a good review.â Some more banter passes between them but you focus on your job, your purposeâpreparing your bitch hole for a manâs seed. Youâre so intent on your humping that you donât realize the man is about to fuck you until his cock is fully impaled in your cunt. You let out a lusty groan like your mother did earlier. Turns out it really is natural when your cocksleeve is properly warmed up.
âListen to the cunt,â the man says, beginning to pump his cock into you. âThey sound like animals when they do this.â The contempt in his voice makes your cunt twitch on his cock, sending a spasm of embarrassing pleasure throughout your body.
âUghhhhhhhhh,â you grunt in shame, knowing youâre just proving his point. He chuckles and fucks you harder.
âYou like that, cunt?â he growls. âYou like getting pounded out? Of course you do. Youâre a bitch in heat. This is how females respond to cock.â You whine again. You know heâs right. As you learned, the evolutionary purpose of females is to breed and propagate. Every part of a femaleâbrain, tits, and holesâis built for this. You canât help it. Itâs your destiny.
âFuck, Iâm getting close,â the man groans. His cock slams in and out of your hole. Your heat builds, knowing whatâs coming. Your father circles into your view. You see him watching your cunt get fucked open and you groan with humiliation at being exposed like this. He doesnât seem to care how you feel, or if he does, it just turns him on.
âSeed the bitch!â he growls. You can see his own erection making his pants bulge. Heâs getting hard to your bitching.
His friend obliges. With a loud groan, he slams into your cunt a final time, embedding himself to the hilt of his cock. You feel his cock pulse inside you, the warmth of his cum spreading in your pussy. âFuck!â you squeal, realizing that youâve just been bred. âMy pussy! My bitch pussy!â Youâve lost the right words, youâre too slut dumb to articulate it, but everyone watching knows what you mean. Your bitch pussy just got seeded.
Your father gives a slight nod, acknowledging what just happened to you. His nonchalance, and the cum leaking toward your womb, are enough to send you over the edge. âIâm cumminggggg!â you squeal as your cunt starts to spasm. The orgasm is unlike anything youâve ever felt. Hours of edging followed by being fucked and bred in front of your parents and sistersâfuck! You cum so fucking hard.
When your clenching and shaking finally start to settle, the realization hits your brain. That feeling is why cunts like you will keep coming back for more. Now that youâve cum in shame on a manâs cock, you canât imagine living without it. You need more. You need a life of this.
Fortunately, the rest of your fatherâs friends are already lining up for their turns.
