Helping out my brother by Fucking his Drug Dealer [FM]

It all started when I was 18 and my brother Mark was 21. Our mom was never around, and Mark was the only family I had. We grew up together and were very close. But as we got older, Mark started to change. He started hanging out with a new group of friends and doing drugs. At first, I was scared and didn’t want anything to do with it. But as time went, I started to feel left out and wanted to fit in with them.

Mark’s friends were always around, and they had a way of making me feel welcome. They were all so cool and confident, and I wanted to be like them. So, one day, Mark finally caved and let me hang out with them. I remember feeling nervous but also excited to find out what all the excitement was about.

We started smoking weed together, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I loved the way it made me feel, and I wanted more. But soon enough, they convinced me to try cocaine. I was hesitant at first, but I gave in to the temptation and tried it.

The rush was incredible, and it made me feel alive like never before. From that moment on, I was hooked. I wanted more, and I wanted it all the time. It wasn’t long before I was doing cocaine regularly with Mark and his friends, trying to keep up with them. But it wasn’t just cocaine that we were doing. Soon enough, we moved on to other drugs like ecstasy and meth. I knew it was dangerous, but I didn’t care. I was young and reckless, and I wanted to experience everything life had to offer.

Mark’s friends became my friends too. There was Tommy, who always had a smile on his face, and Jesse, who was quiet but always up for a good time. And then there was Steve, Mark’s dealer. He was a little older than us, around 25 I think, but he was always around and had a way of making us feel invincible.

I remember one night, we had several people over at our house. We were all high on a mix of drugs, and the energy in the room was electric. Steve was providing me with free coke, and he had sold a considerable amount that night to the people that were over. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, with each line Steve gave me. As the night wore on, most people started to leave, but Steve, Mark, and I were still going strong. We were all high as kites, and the world felt like it was spinning around us.

Mark suddenly realized that he had run out of coke, and he started to panic. He turned to Steve and begged him for more, but Steve refused. He told Mark that he would need to pay him more money if he wanted more coke.

Mark didn’t have any more money. I could see the desperation in Mark’s eyes, and I knew that he would do anything to get more coke. He started to plead with Steve, telling him that he didn’t have any more money, but Steve wasn’t budging.

I could see that Mark was getting more and more agitated, and I knew that I had to do something. I turned to Steve and asked him if Mark could do some of mine. Steve laughed and simply reminded me that what we were doing was his.

Suddenly, Steve got a wicked smile on his face, and he turned to me. “What’s it worth to you to give Mark some?” he asked, his tone suggestive.

At first, I was hesitant, unsure if I wanted to go through with it. But something in Steve’s eyes made me feel like there was no other option. I looked over at Mark, and I could see how badly he needed the coke. I knew that I had to do something to help him.

So I turned back to Steve and nodded my head. I knew what he was asking for, and I was willing to do it. Steve handed me the coke, and I passed it over to Mark.

As I watched Mark snort the coke, I knew that I had made a mistake. But it was too late to turn back now. I felt dirty and ashamed, but I tried to push those feelings aside. The room was spinning, and my heart was racing. I felt like I was on top of the world, but deep down, I knew that I was spiraling out of control.

Steve turned to me with a wicked grin on his face. He took my hand and led me to the couch in the living room, where he pushed me down onto the cushions. I could feel his hands on my body, touching me in ways that made me feel uncomfortable.

At first, I tried to push him away instinctively, but he was too strong. He pinned me down with his weight. Steve’s hands were rough on my skin as he continued to touch me, and I could feel myself getting wet despite my discomfort. He leaned down to kiss me, and I turned my head away, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

As he kissed me, his hand moved to my breast,squeezing one roughly as he bit my lower lip. I could feel my nipples hardening with arousal, despite the fear and disgust that I felt. Steve’s other hand slid down my body, past my belly button, and into my panties. He didn’t take his eyes off of mine as he started to rub my clit in tight circles.

I gasped as pleasure shot through my body, and my hips jerked up towards his hand. Steve chuckled darkly, pleased with my response. He continued to rub my clit, but he also pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me open. I groaned, feeling the discomfort mixed with pleasure, and I could feel my wetness coating his fingers.

Steve’s fingers were rough on my clit, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I tried to resist him, but he was too skilled at what he was doing. Soon enough, I was moaning and writhing beneath him, my body betraying me in ways that I never thought were possible.

He pulled his fingers out of me and stood up. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing his hard cock. My eyes were drawn to Steve’s cock, and I couldn’t help but feel both scared and curious at the same time. It was big, much bigger than any I had ever seen before. His shaft was thick and veiny, and the head was dark red and glistening with precum.

Steve grabbed my hair and pulled me up in a seated position towards him, pushing his cock towards my mouth. He forced his way past my lips, and I could taste the salty bitterness of his precum on my tongue.

I gagged as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth, and I could feel myself starting to choke. But Steve didn’t care. He just kept thrusting into my mouth, making me take his entire length down my throat.

I could feel my eyes watering as he fucked my mouth, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge of panic and pleasure. I could feel my own wetness between my legs, and I could tell that Steve knew it too. He pulled out of my mouth and threw me onto the couch, positioning himself between my legs.

With one hand, he grabbed my thighs and spread them apart, exposing my wet pussy to him. I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he leaned down to kiss me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my folds, and I knew what was coming. With one swift motion, Steve pushed his cock inside me, and I gasped at the sudden pain. I wasn’t ready for him, and he was so much bigger than anything I had ever experienced before.

Steve started to thrust into me, each movement sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. I could feel him hitting my cervix with every thrust, and it was making me feel dizzy. I tried to decrease the depth of his penis by pulling away, but Steve was too strong. He held me in place, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me harder and harder. I could feel my body responding, despite my best efforts to fight it.

As Steve continued to thrust into me, I could feel my muscles tensing up. Steve then started rubbing my clit while fucking me. I had never experienced anything like it before, and I knew that I was about to come. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. I was completely under his control, and I was helpless to stop it.

The clit stimulation forced me to come, and I could feel my pussy contracting around his cock, and Steve groaned in pleasure. He started to thrust into me harder and faster, and I knew that he was close to climaxing too. Just as I was coming down from my orgasm, Steve suddenly pulled out of me, and I could feel his hot cum splashing onto my stomach. I felt disgusted and violated as I watched him finish on my skin.

After Steve finished, he got off of me and started getting dressed without a word. I lay there, feeling dirty and ashamed, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that I had let myself be used like that.

After Steve went to Mark’s bathroom to clean up, Mark came over to me and asked if I was okay. I couldn’t even look at Mark. I just nodded my head and got up from the couch, heading to my own bathroom to clean up. As I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel conflicted about what had just happened with Steve. On one hand, I was disgusted and ashamed of myself for letting him use me like that. But on the other hand, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was aroused by the experience.

I felt so confused and lost, not knowing how to process the intense feelings that were raging inside me. I knew that what Steve had done to me was wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of attraction towards him. Despite the disgust and the shame, I couldn’t help but feel a burning desire for him. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11xwbgy/helping_out_my_brother_by_fucking_his_drug_dealer