"You all owe me," Melissa said, "and I'm gonna collect."
Julius pushed on Corinne's shoulders gently and she slumped to the floor, kneeling between his thighs, still licking and sucking at his cummy cock.
"We have a deal for you, Corinne, maybe," Julius said.
For an instant, shame rushed back over the helpless blonde. She had sunk lower than she had ever imagined possible. But Julius' cockhead was still in her mouth, and she knew now that she couldn't live without cock. She was who she was, that was all.
"Yes, Julius," Corinne moaned. "Whatever you want."
"Well," he said, "it depends if you please us enough for the rest of the weekend."
"Yes, yes, Julius, you know I will," Corinne whimpered, her mouth running over his cock, sucking at the rapidly hardening cock flesh.
"Well, maybe," Julius said softly. "The deal is this. We'll pay off all your debts and, in return, we keep you as our condo whore."
Corinne's heart beat almost out of control. Her pussy gushed hot juice, and she moaned around the enormous hard cock she sucked.
"Each week, we'll draw lots for you," Julius went on, "and you stay as that person's slave for that week. You'll do everything they say, of course, fuck them whenever they say and fuck anybody they tell you to fuck. Got that?"
"Ooooohh, yes, yes, yes!" Corinne moaned, her mouth sinking down over her nephew's cock again.
"And you will be punished whenever we think you need it," Julius added.
"Yessss!" Corinne agreed, her body shaking with depraved desire.
"Then all you have to do is please us. If we all agree, then you can be our slave. Are you ready?"
"Yes, yes!" Corinne gasped.
"Then go into that room over there," Julius said, pointing. "There are a lot of clothes in there. Take as long as you like, but come out dressed as you think we want you."
Corinne staggered up, her eyes misty, her body shaking with desperate excitement. She opened the door and went into the room. It was small, but it was packed with revealing clothes and underwear of all kinds. On one wall was a make-up desk and mirror. She moaned and looked around, her tits heaving. There was so much choice.
There was a low moan of lust from the men when Corinne came back out and stood uncertainly by the door.
"Does this please you?" she asked, her eyes downcast.
Her blonde hair was teased out around her head, framing her beautiful face perfectly. The make-up she wore accentuated her eyes and cheek bones, her lips glowed with deep-crimson lipstick, and her face radiated a whorish desire. Her outfit was all red. The tight, five-inch heels led to stockings that showed off her legs to perfection. The luscious curves of her calves led the men's eyes up over her knees to her shapely thighs, where the short skirt just reached the stocking tops. The bodice was tight, pulled so tight that Corinne's tits thrust up over the top, and her body curved to an hour-glass perfection.
She walked forward, sliding the skirt up to show her tiny red panties. Standing in the middle of the room, she posed, moved on her heels, then slid her hands down her legs and held her ankles, showing the others the tight curves of her well-whipped ass. Then she straightened up, her hands working up her stockings.
A tense, lusty silence filled the room. She looked around, trembling with passion.
"Julius says I have to satisfy you all," she said. "So I think I should get on with it, don't you?"
She moaned, and her fingers slid up under the little skirt and played with her pussy through her panties.
"I think I should suck all of you off first. And then you must punish me for being such a whore. I mean, only whores wear red like this and offer themselves to everybody, don't they?" She moaned and came, seeing the four hard cocks there for her, and the two women with their hot pussies waiting, too. "Who's first?"