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All in the Family Guy Vol 2	By : Jackal_Productions Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 11338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Guy and I make no money from this story. All characters belong to their original IP holders and creators. Everyone is 18 and over.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: Filling in for Connie
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Meg silently swiped her finger across her phone screen, her eyes glazed over as nothing on her feed caught her attention. All the celebs were posting about a sequel to a remake or something and all her friends were talking about things people on the verge of thirty talk about. Babies and weddings made up most of the visual white noise. Her eyes drifted over to the time.

The clock read ‘11:00 P.M.’.

At this rate, Meg knew she wasn’t going to get home any time soon. As it was cheaper, Meg still lived with her parents. With her parent’s house, the later it was, the more likely she would come in contact with her family’s weird late night habits.

Most common was Lois. The matriarch would be drunk and crying about her life. Could be anything from her failed piano playing dreams to her disappointing children. It was rarely the same subject twice in a row.

Occasionally, Chris would be watching some old 90’s movie in the living room. While Chris was the least annoying, there were a few times he badgered Meg into helping him skim through a random 90’s movie so he could find yet another nip-slip scene his weird friend told him about.

The one she dreaded most was Brian. More than once, Meg had walked in on the family pet visiting a porn site with his friend, Jack Daniels. Sometimes he was sober and other times he was drunk but he was courteous enough to use headphones either way. Meg honored his forethought by not interrupting him and just carried on to her room. She felt it was only a little more irritating than Chris’ thing at first. The last time this happened, however, Meg found herself walking in on Brian drunkenly crying and masterbating to pictures on Julian’s facebook page. Instead of sneaking past, she just watched him silently. After finally being able to break her gaze from the rather depressing sight, Meg caught a glimpse of the clock.

It’s read ‘11:30 P.M’

“I may be able to miss him if this takes too long.” Meg said under her breath.

“Yo, Meg!” called a voice from the other side of the curtain. She looked up from her phone as warm liquid splashed on her foot. “What?” Meg responded back flatly. “Could you move your toes a bit, we want a good shot of the cum dripping between your toes.” A response called back from the other side of the curtain. She let out a sigh and obliged, feeling the freshly spilled goo squish and drip between them. “Like that?” Meg called back as another rope of cum splashed across the top of her foot. “Oh yea! Perfect! You always come through for me! I’ll just call you for next year’s Shoe-kkake!” “You’re just being nice to me because D’Amico left you hanging.” Meg jokingly called back.

Meg never truly stopped her modeling gig. A combination of her parent’s passionate pleas and a bit of stage fright saw her back out that night. The next morning, Meg had a change of heart, feeling that she still wanted to be a foot model and was quite pleased to know guys find her feet attractive, and went to confront her mom. Full of anger and righteousness, Meg approached the matriarch and let her know that she was going to do whatever she wanted with her body and her feet! Lois met her fury with a confused, “What are you talking about? I don’t care.” As her anger deflated, Peter took the chance to force Meg’s face into his ass, farting while she screamed.

After that, Meg enjoyed her sexuality in peace. She wasn’t aware of who leaked her work to her family but she just hoped that, whoever they are, kept their mouth shut. Megan’s original manager, Evan, got locked up for peeping in the wrong bathroom so she had been on her own for a couple of years. Now, going under Megan Pewtershcmitt, she would offer her feet up for a nice bit of pocket change. Aside from money, Meg enjoyed the knowledge that her feet drove guys wild. With her screen name, she had gained a bit of a cult following of fans who loved dumping loads of images of her little piggies.

“How much longer we got, Bobby? It's been an hour and a half!” Meg called out to the producer on the other side of the blue curtain. On the other side of the curtain was the aforementioned producer, Bobby, and a bunch of guys who all turned out for this year’s Shoe-kakke. She heard a loud snort and clap before Bobby called back excitedly, “I’m sorry, hun! We have the room for another hour and your feet are just doing it for the fellas tonight! I had a few of them ask if you were open for another night!” “We’ll see, I have plans for the next couple of nights.” Meg answered as she looked back at her phone. “Sweetheart, you know I am flexible.” Bobby chimed back before directing the cameraman.

Meg returned back to her blind social media scrolling when she felt a presence suddenly standing over her. Turning her head slightly, Meg saw one of the guys had slipped around the curtain and was standing over her. The two sat there in silence with her new friend’s expression being one of nervous excitement. “Can I help you?” Meg asks with barely veiled apprehension. He laughed a bit and spoke up, “Sorry, I am a big fan. Been watching your work for a while and I was a little star struck.” A wave of warmth washed over her face as her cheeks blushed. “Oh! Well, thank you. Never thought I would meet any of my fans face to face. Um, glad to see I have such big fans too.” Meg responded while looking down at her fan’s semi-hard member. “Oh, that's also why I am over here. Bobby told me the fluffer called off and...well…” The guy trailed off, in hopes Meg caught on to his innuendo.

For his sake, Meg caught on rather quickly.

  “Oh, wait, what? I don’t know how to do that!” Meg stammered out while looking back up at his face. “It's just a handjob. It just gets me up so I can go at your feet again. It would mean a lot, having such a sexy lady jerking me and all.” His words bounced around in Meg’s head. The positive remarks caused her face to grow more red as Meg looked for the right words. “Sure, I can help. For a fan, I guess.” Meg quickly answered with an awkward chuckle.

Meg spit into her palm before wrapping her hand around the base of the stranger’s cock. A quick squeeze and a chuckle came from Meg before she started stroking the eager fan. The warmth that started in her face moved through her body. Meg’s eyes focused on her phone again, half heartedly scrolling while stealing quick glances at the cock. The feeling of the swelling member made her want to keep going.

The stranger made his pleasure clear with moans and soft pants, his hips pushed more into Meg’s tight grip. “Does it feel good? I haven’t had much practice.” She asked coyly, her grip slightly tightening as her phone scrolling was now just a gesture with her attention fully devoted to her new fluffer role. “Mmm, could have fooled me. Actually, can I ask another favor?” He asked as his cock reached full mass. A quick nod from Meg signaled him to continue. “I would love to cum on your face. I know it's a lot but I don’t know when I’ll get another chance. If I did it to your picture, it’d be a tribute. I am sure you heard that before.” The request caught Meg off-guard but her pumping on the fully firm cock didn’t stop. If anything, her speed only picked up.
“Um...yea sure, might be nice to have someone want to cum on my face for a change.” Meg consented, the aspect of a tribute sounding very attractive. He stepped closer as Meg presented her face. Her breathing was hot and heavy through her slightly pursed lips. “Oh fuck, almost there. Can...can you open your mouth?” He asks as hot precum drips down onto her arm. She obeyed without hesitation. A groan and a buck of the hips was the only warning Meg got as the first hot rope splashed across Meg’s glasses. Another followed and landed on her nose and ran down her lips. ‘Come here.’, he said low as he placed a hand on the back of her head and slid the head of his cock along her tongue and into her mouth. There, his last few bursts filled up her mouth quickly.

Meg’s eyes grew wide as the burning hot seed pumped into her mouth. It was strange to believe that this man, a complete stranger, wanted to use her in this way. He wanted her. This person desired Meg and paid his tribute to her. Meg had done this before but only as a means to help others. Maybe a bully needed a handjob to get off Chris’ back or perhaps to get a popular boy to like her before flipping right back to his girlfriend’s side the next minute.

Without a second thought, Meg tilted her head back and swallowed the load and shuddered softly. “Was that good?” Meg asked as she kept stroking him. “Yea, that was great!” He responded as he leaned into the stroking again. “Well, I don’t think you have time for another one.” Meg laughed a little while taking her hand off his member. “I mean if you are offering more of that kind of handjob, I can hold off on your feet.” The stranger said back with a grin.

Before Meg had a chance to respond, a voice called from over her shoulder. “Hey, man, where did you get… Wait, is Meg giving out handjobs?
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All in the Family Guy Vol 2