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A very cute dance student looking for work. I took her out to dinner and ballet She had a few drinks too many.  Later I took her back to my hotel where I fucked her mouth and pussy deep and hard. My dick fully lubricated. I said I ll pay her extra to fuck her ass. She complied on condition I don’t take photos of or video of our fucking. I quickly  pressed her face down with my hand on her back of neck. My other hand spread her buttocks. Her ass hole unusually looked like a narrow slit. I stretched her hole with two fingers, then three, while vibrating them to relax her sphincter. I tickled her cervix through her rectum. She moaned sounds of pleasure. Her pussy felt wetter. Time is ripe. I placed swollen tip of my dick by her entrance.

Then I pushed my dick in the puckered hole fast and hard. She yelped to say it hurt.  She was still tight. The alcohol had not relaxed her sphincter enough. I quicken the anal fucking. She was weeping tears because she said was sore but she could not say stop because she only gets the money if I cum in her ass. I kept ramming her asshole as long and hard as I could while she yelped for mercy. She was kicking her smooth slim legs. I grapped her ankles still and kept on pounding.  Her tight hole gave me much ecstacy while my groin felt wonderful against her soft buttocks. Her cries turned to a whimper. Her pussy lips oozed more mucus. A minute later I felt her body shuddering beneath me. The dancer slut was having an orgasm beyond her control ! Amazing. Soon I cannot hold back any longer. My dick twitched so much as I dumped my biggest load of cum into her bowels. I stayed inside her for a while using my whole 80 kg body on top. She could barely move. When I withdrew,  my creamy cum flowed out with few drops of her blood. She turned to look back. Her face was wet with tears. My best fuck of any girl. She never returned my calls again. Pity.

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Jessica was not prepared for my mood when I barged into her office. She started to explain that she was busy this afternoon, but I cut her off by tearing her shirt open. That shut her up. I had no time for any of her bullshit today. All I needed was a cunt to hurt and a warm hole to cum in and Jessica was the closest and easiest. I flipped up her skirt and smirked because she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, so at least the dumb bitch was doing that much.

It barely took any effort to force Jessica onto all fours, even though she was struggling a fair bit. Something in the way I was treating her must have been setting off alarm bells. She knew she was in trouble. I gave her a punch to the gut and that left her weak and breathless. Once I had her how I wanted her I pushed my cock against her asshole. Her gasp of fear was so intoxicating I knew I wasn’t going to last long. “No please!” was all she got out before she was doing her best to not shriek her lungs out as I buried my cock halfway in her dry ass. She was so tight and unprepped forcing myself into her hurt me, but it didn’t matter because I was hurting her more.

I took my hands and moved her hips, jerking myself off with her tight ass as she babbled and cried and whispered for me to stop. I have no idea how long I abused her. Long enough that she eventually stopped pleading; she just rested her head on the floor, tears flowing freely from her eyes as she stared at nothing, and whimpered. When I was done I drained my balls into deep into her ass. I pulled out and watched as my cum, and worse, dripped out of her swollen abused hole. Not yet done I walked over to Jessica, still glassy-eyed on the floor, grabbed her hair and wiped my cock clean with it. Without another word I left her on the floor of her office, door ajar, and went back to work. Fuck, how did I live all those years with cunts who could say no to me?

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Jessica’s Horrible Afternoon

Jessica knocked the disgusting man’s door. Her knock was timid, reflecting that she really did not want to be there. As she walked up to the door, she could not put out of her mind what was between her legs. Stuffed into her pussy was the thousand dollars he had demanded she bring him. And just as he had ordered, it was inside of her, it was impossible to ignore the harsh, grating feel of the cash as it moved around every time she took a step.

           With everything in her she hated the man who had found out her secret, and shared that secret with the nasty pervert she was meeting today. Was it not enough for him to humiliate her himself, to own her completely? She had begged him after the first meeting with the disgusting man to never make her go again. He shrugged, and laughed, and made her suck his cock while he explained that she was his, to do with as he pleased. If she did not like it, prison was always an alternative. It could all be over any time Jessica chose, all she had to do was say the word. As he shot his load all over her face he asked her what she wanted, to be his or to be free in prison. The bastard knew it was no choice at all.

           So now she stood at his door, knocking gently, hoping against hope he was not home. From inside the apartment she heard his deep, rumbling voice telling her the door was unlocked. She walked inside but could not find him. He called to her to come join him. Following his voice Jessica walked into the apartment. To say the smell inside was unpleasant would be an understatement. The assault on her nose made her involuntarily gag, but she willed herself to keep going. It was also freezing inside the place which just compounded her discomfort.

           Only she arrived at the disgusting man’s bathroom did she realize that he was inside. The toilet flushed. “You have good timing cunt,” he said. His voice deep, husky voice might have been attractive if it had belonged to anyone else. The disgusting man was huge, taking up most of the space in the tiny bathroom. His attack on Jessica’s senses always came in waves. First, she could see the huge expanse of his hairy body and the lust in piggish eyes and how greasy his hair was; he was never clean when she saw him. Then his odor hit her, the scent of his sweat nearly drowning out everything else. Jessica could not sure the man even owned deodorant. Finally, she could hear his grating, rumbling voice.

It would be one thing if he just used her, but the state of his body and his hygiene was almost enough to make prison appealing. She was so lost in her revulsion that it took her a moment to register that he was saying something to her. “I could use your help, I ran out of toilet paper,” he snickered after he finished.

           “You’re really going to make me go out and buy you toilet paper?” Jessica said, resigning herself to doing the menial chore.

           “Guess again cunt!” the disgusting man could hardly contain his glee. What was he so happy about?

           A thought occurred to Jessica, “Oh, are you going to shower?”

           His smile disappeared, “I know you’re dumb but holy fuck how can you be this fucking stupid? I’m going to say this real slow so you understand it. You’re going to get on your knees and lick my ass clean.”

           Without thinking Jessica blurted out, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

           In a moment his hand as gently wrapped around her throat. His huge, meaty hand. No pressure came from it, but its presence was oppressive. He leaned in close to her, pinning her against the door. “What make you think you can talk to me like that?” He squeezed just a little bit, cutting off her air just the tiniest amount.

           “I could pick you up and throw you into the street and you’d be fucked. One phone call. You’re nothing but a fucking worthless pig, and you’re going to do as you’re told. Nod if you understand.”

           Icy fear spread all through Jessica’s stomach. Still, even that was not enough to stop her guts from churning. The thought of licking him there, when he was still filthy, too much. She opened her mouth to say so.

           “Okay then, get out,” he said before she could say anything. “Cops will probably be waiting for you when you get home, so maybe don’t go home.” He let go of her and opened the door. Seeing that calmed Jessica down until she realized how right he was. There was no home to go to if she left now. They would absolutely destroy her life. Remembering that forced her to realize that she was going to do what he asked.

           “Okay,” she whispered.

           “What? Why are you still fucking here you dumb bitch.”

           “Okay!” Jessica shouted.

           “Okay what? Use your fucking words.”

           “I’ll lick your ass clean,” Jessica’s eyes were cast to the ground. She felt like she was going to throw up, but she willed herself to stay steady.

           “Ask nicely you dumb twat.”

           She knew what he wanted to hear. Her pussy twitched uncontrollably as she said, “Sir, may I please lick your ass,” she gulped, “clean?”

            “That’s fucking better. Now get to work, what’re you waiting for an invitation?” the disgusting man turned and spread his ass for her. Jessica got down on her knees and forced down a dry heave. The sight, the smell, it was all so much. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and licked the tiniest bit she could. The earthy, bitter, foul taste flooded her mouth. Before she could throw up he pushed his ass against her mouth and roared, “LICK.”

           And she did.

           Hard as it was, she licked his asshole. Every bit of it, from top to bottom and then side to side. She practically jammed her tongue into it. Jessica wished she could say it was just her fear that made her do it, and she was afraid. But the flood dripping out of her pussy was a part of it too, and she hated that. When she was finally done she bolted up and rinsed her mouth out in the sink. No amount of water could take the memory of what she had done away, the horrible taste lingered on her tongue and the disgusting man was laughing at her.

           “You did a great job Jessica, I’ve never felt cleaner. Going to have to have to do that more often,” Jessica nearly threw up at the idea, but her stomach held somehow, “now let’s go. I want to sit down while you suck me off.” Jessica could see his thick, veiny cock was hard. She dreaded putting that in her mouth, sucking it made her jaw ache, but she did not dare to object or ask for a rest. All she said was “Yes sir,” and dutifully follow him into the living room.

           Jessica licked his cock up and down, it was unwashed, as usual. He delighted in telling her it was been days since he last showered. He had been waiting for her to clean him. “Gag on it!” he commanded, and she forced the thing as far into her throat as she could. It was not far, but he loved the sounds she made as she choked and sputtered on his fat cock. When she could not take it anymore she moved onto his filthy and sweaty balls. His unkempt hair made it worse, but Jessica dutifully and gently licked them both.

           “Stand up,” he said suddenly, “bend over in front of me and spread yourself.”

           Without hesitating Jessica did as she was told. “Would you look at that,” he said, reaching into her pussy, “you brought the money just like a good girl!” Jessica’s face burned as he pulled it out of her. Stealing for him was just another humiliation on the pile.

           “Ugh, you got it all wet you nasty bitch.” She made her open his mouth and shoved the money in it. It was positively soaked. “There that oughta shut you up. Now climb onto my cock and ride me.”

           Jessica slide his huge cock into her as it stretched her painfully. Somehow she always managed to get nearly the whole thing in, but it was not enjoyable. Not that the disgusting man cared. She fucked herself with him, knowing she just a cocksleeve he was using to get off. He never let her touch herself or do anything to make her time with him more pleasurable. She was just a thing to cum in, or on. God how that made her wet. God how that made her feel pathetic.

           Just when Jessica was finally starting to feel good with his cock inside her the disgusting man started grunting. The awful noise snapped her back to reality. Suddenly, he grabbed her and agonizingly pulled her down on his cock, forcing his entire length into her. She could feel his cock shaking as he shot his thick, vile cum deep inside her. His labored breathing was so strained Jessica worried he might actually die. Instead his wilted cock slid out of her. Cum ran in rivers down her legs. An obscene drop fell out of her and plopped onto the floor. She pulled the money out of her mouth and put it down so she could drop to her knees and lick the drops up. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the disgusting man holding his phone. Recording her shame and humiliation so he could use it against her. Once the floor was clean she hoped she was done for the day. He crushed her hope by telling her that he needed to piss and that he wanted to use her mouth for it. Downcast, Jessica padded after him to the bathroom. The disgusting man would not be done with her for hours.

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Becky Part 3

When Becky emerged from under the table she got a look at herself in a mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen from the tears that stung them, her lower chin was covered in spit and drool, and her hair was a mess. She could see the man in the mirror too. He was behind her and gazing at her like she was a piece of meat. “Actually,” he said, “before we go to the bedroom let’s get you naked bitch. I want to see those udders of yours.”

     His comparing her to a cow felt like a punch in the stomach. There seemed to be no end to the humiliation he was going to inflict on her. Holding back tears, Becky moved to obey his command to disrobe. When her breasts were free from her underwear the disgusting man whistled in appreciation. “God damn cow you have got some great tits. Now turn around for me I want to see that ass.” Becky turned her back to him.

     “God damn,” he said again, he did not seem to have much imagination in his word choice, “bend over that table I want to get a real good look at you.”

     As Becky bent down she noticed for the first time the remnants of his dinner she right in front of her. If she bent down too far she risked making a mess of herself. Bending down as far as she could the tips of her nipples were just above the food; Becky wanted to retain some of her dignity and getting her own food all over her breasts was just a step too far.

     Of course, the disgusting man had other plans. She felt a firm hand on her back and suddenly she was pushed down on the table. The partially-eaten remnants smeared all over her chest and belly. “When I say bend over I fucking mean it.” Then, she felt an impact on her ass that made her yelp in pain. He had smacked her with something hard and metallic. He hit her again, this time she barely managed to not scream. He beat on her ass a third, fourth, fifth time. Each time Becky had to bite back a scream. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. In all he gave her twenty smacks with what turned out to be his belt buckle. “Next time you don’t listen right I’m going to beat on those udders of yours, understand?”

     Becky nodded, blinded by the tears in her eyes.

     He hit her ass again. “I asked you a fucking question.”

     “Yes sir I understand sir.” He hit her again.

     “Good. Now reach back and spread your ass cunt, I want to get a look at you.”

     Feeling sticky and disgusting Becky reached back and put herself on display for him, burning away more of her dignity. She could feel his eyes examining her pussy and ass. Suddenly, she felt his fingers probing at her. Mortified at how easily his filthy finger slipped into her. Becky hated herself for being so wet and could not understand her pussy was betraying her like this. His finger was almost as thick as a cock itself and it filled her pleasurably. Without thinking, Becky moaned. At that the disgusting man chuckled. “Look at you fuckpig,” he said as he fingered her, “wet before I even touched you. What kind of cunt are you anyway.” He pulled his finger out of her. It started pushing against her ass and that made Becky tense up. Her ass was extremely tight even when she was relaxed and she was far from relaxed right now. Painfully he tried to force his finger inside, but made no progress. After a minute of pushing he stopped.

     “Going to have to do something about this ass bitch. First, it’s too tight. Second, the color on your asshole is just nasty. You need some anal bleaching or some shit.” Hearing a man so disgusting, so repulsive, and so rank criticize any aspect of her appearance made Becky’s stomach turn. It made her feel like garbage. Then, his finger was in her mouth. She could taste her own pussy, the remnants of the meal she made (indicating he had eaten with his hands?) and something foul at the tip. She knew what that taste was and it made her feel degraded anew. “Oh yeah suck it good bitch.”

     Now Becky felt the man’s huge cockhead poking at her pussy. She pulled her mouth off his finger and said, “Will you wear a condom? Please? Sir?” her quiet voice was filled with momentary hope, dashed as soon as Ian replied.

     “Fuck, no! I’m riding you bareback, Becky!” For a moment she thought about how easy it would be to kick him in his surprisingly large balls, or simply make a run for it and deal with what came afterward. Normally Becky was strong-willed, confident, and outgoing, but this disgusting man had somehow turned her into his powerless slut. She felt him grab at her breasts as he lined his dick up with her wet slit. She could hear the labored, excited breathing so close behind her. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and the greedy lust in her blackmailer's eyes. He was drooling visibly, and tugged stunning blonde her hair back sharply as she tried to look down.  The moment’s pain told her she was to watch as she was taken from behind. In one swift motion he buried half his cock in her.

    “Oh god damn! It’s amazing! I can’t believe how good your cunt feels! What do you think of my cock, fuckpig?”

“It’s big!”

The words were out of Becky’s mouth before she could stop them, and in the mirror the disgusting man saw her face blush a dark shade of red yet.  The smirk of arrogant pleasure on his fat face only compounded her fresh degradation, but there was no doubt that as much as Becky hated being taken by this nauseating loser, his cock felt good sliding inside her.

“I had no idea how much of a whore you were! Tell me you want me to fuck you, make it sound good!”

The words almost stuck in her throat.  The man’s sweaty soft body pressing into her back was utterly disgusting to her, and he smelled atrocious. She her felt moist and gooey as his thrusting pushed her deeper into the food. What she wanted to cry was “No! God, no! Please just let me go!” but what she said was, “Please fuck me sir! I want to be your whore!”

“Yeah, you fucking cow!” He withdrew almost his entire dick and then slammed it back into her hard enough to make her cry out. Wet and no stranger to sex, Becky felt her unwanted pleasure growing as the fat man rutted on her.  It was so shameful to find that she was physically enjoying this blackmailed fucking from possibly the ugliest man she had ever seen.  She moaned, and then clamped her mouth shut. It was too late, the damage was done.

“C’mon, Becky you slut! Open your dirty mouth and moan like a whore for me!”

“Yes sir,” she said. She moaned again. Becky’s moaning clearly had a powerful effect on her the disgusting man.  His thrusts grew shorter and faster, and she could tell that he was close to coming. The idea of being filled with his vile cum was too much for her to bear. Feeling a little more of her dignity die Becky begged, “Please sir let me swallow your cum. I want it in my mouth so much. I want to suck out every drop.” She prayed he would accept his offer.

Her prayers went unanswered. The disgusting man He pushed forward hard, and wrapped his arms around Becky.  She was completely crushed between him and the table, barely able to breathe, as he shot his pent up cum as deeply into her as it would go. To add insult to injury, his last desperate thrusts pushed her over the edge as well. Becky’s scream of pleasure was translated to a strangled gasp as she shuddered in his fat grasp, but her squeezing pussy milked fresh blasts from the large cock buried deep inside her.

After an eternity of emptying is balls inside her he finished cumming at last. He staggered backwards and landed heavily on his fat ass, withdrawing from Becky’s gaping cunt with a horrendous wet slurping noise. She could feel his thick cum dribbling out of her and down her legs. She lay prone over the table, unable to raise her face or look her reflection in the eyes. Aftershocks of pleasure radiated from her sensitive clit and compounded her shame. It made her want to die. How could she let herself be so thoroughly used. How could she cum while he forced her to pleasure him. She had become a cum dump for a man so repulsive it would have been a miracle if this was not the first time he fucked a conscious woman. The humiliation was too much, so she lay passively until finally the disgusting man pulled himself up to his feet.

He bent over and grabbed Becky by the hair pulling her off the table. He dropped her painfully to her knees and shoved his dick into her face, “Lick it clean you nasty bitch,” he said. She looked up at him and he looked positively giddy. He looked as though he could not imagine his luck. Defeated, she began lapping at his cock with her tongue, trying hard to ignore the taste. “You came at the end there didn’t you? Tell me the truth!” With great reluctance, Becky looked up at him and nodded.

He slapped her, “I can’t hear you cunt.”

“Yes I came sir,” Becky said in between licks. She did not want to give him another excuse to hit her. She could feel her pussy leaking and making puddle on the floor between her legs as she remained on her knees. How much had he cum in her?

“Keep using your tongue only! That’s how you sluts like it, right, Becky? Look me in the eye and tell me you like it!”

“Yes… Yes, I like to use my tongue.”

“God you whore, you slut, you filthy bitch, look at you fucking a guy like me just for my huge cock, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

The insults continued on and on. The smell and taste lessened as Becky worked her tongue along his shaft, or perhaps she grew used to them. She licked him until he grew hard and straight again, and again she was impressed with his size.

“Climb on, Becky. This time I’m just going to lie here while you ride me you dumb cunt!”

When the disgusting man laid back, his bliss written across his face, Becky slowly lowered herself onto the fat man’s rigid shaft.  Her sticky thighs descended until she sat astride his legs. He grabbed her breasts suddenly, painfully groping at her tender flesh and stiff nipples.  A fresh moan escaped her lips as began to move on top of the disgusting man.

“Hey,” he said playfully, “you know something?” he waited for her to nod.

“I have cameras all over this house uploading to a secure server! You’re a fucking porn star you stupid bitch!”

The shock of his statement almost made Becky stop fucking him. But, she thought to herself, she had already fucked him once because of what he already had on her. What was one more thing? Becky didn’t stop fucking disgusting man, it was too late for that.  She found that on top of all the humiliation the night had wrought, the footage could hardly make things much worse.  Riding on top, controlling the depth and speed of the fuck, Becky realized she was moving like a willing lover.  She looked down past his groping hands to his bulk spread out beneath her, and into the lust twisted ugliness of his face, and found she was moving even faster.  He was going to cum inside her again, and compound her humiliation again. Yet, she wasn’t even going to try and stop him this time.

She realized now she had truly become a whore for this disgusting man. And the obese tub of lard was surely going to blackmail her many more times, if he really had filmed her.  The thought of being forced into ever more degrading acts racked her with a fresh wave of humiliation. Perhaps one day the man would burn away the last of her shame, but for now the last of Becky’s pride kept her blushing as she rode the guard to a loud grunting climax on his part. He stiffened beneath her, and she knew he was shooting more of his filthy cum into her. He groaned and trashed like an animal, his huge paw-like hands digging cruelly into her thighs holding her in place as he drained himself inside her.

When he was finally done he allowed Becky to climb off of him.

“Tell me bitch, are you on birth control?”

“I am sir,” Becky answered; she could feel her face turning red.

“Not anymore you’re not. Throw that shit away, understand?”

“Will you at least use condoms then sir?” Becky asked with a hollow voice.

“Fuck no!” he thundered, the words made her flinch, “now do as you’re fucking told or the whole internet is going to see you riding my dick.”

Becky nodded. “If you don’t want that tape going public, then you’re going to meet me every time I call you.” He did not say it like a question, it was undoubtedly a command. Becky nodded again.

“Good, now get the fuck out of here. Leave your panties. They’re mine now.”

He allowed her the luxury of sitting in the front seat of the car on the way back. He played with her tits the entire time, no matter who could see them. Becky kept her eyes closed to block out the world as he pawed at her. When they finally arrived the disgusting man pulled her to him for one final slobbery disgusting kiss before allowing her to leave. She heard the fat loser, her new master, laughing as she departed. She desperately wanted to forget him, but she knew that if and when he called her she would come and she would feel him inside her again, smell his stench and hear his labored breathing.

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Becky Part 2

Without ceremony he gave her ass a firm slap and told her to get moving inside. Ice formed in Becky’s stomach as she wondered what horrors awaited her inside. He gave her another smack on the ass, hard enough to make her yelp, and she went inside. The house was modestly decorated, though the fast food wrappers and half-eaten food strewn about diminished its charm quite a bit. Suddenly, he was there, his massive hands rubbing her breasts. She had not heard him come in, or shut the door. On instinct, she tried to squirm free. His grip on her tightened, he had her wrapped in a suffocating hug now. He squeezed and Becky could not breathe. Desperately, she beat at his arms, but nothing made a difference. Just as her vision started to fade he let her go. She collapsed to the ground drawing the cool air in deep. “You act like that again and you’ll be sorry. Understand?” he said he voice laced with menace.

     Weakly, Becky nodded. “Answer me!” he thundered.

     “Yes I understand,” she choked out.

     “You call me ‘sir.’”

     “Yes sir.”

     “Now pick your ass up off the floor you don’t have time to be lounging. I’m hungry.”

     Becky struggled her feet. “You expect me to cook for you?”

     “Look you fucking toilet, you call me ‘sir,’” he said as his piggish eyes narrowed, “you forget again and your sister gets a video of what you did in that parking lot.” Panic seized Becky. He had taken a video of her gulping down his piss?

     “Please sir, I’m sorry sir. I won’t forget again sir.”

     He reached out to stroke her cheek. It took all her willpower to not flinch. “I know you’re just a stupid cunt but I’m sure you won’t forget again. Now go get cooking.”

     Becky did the best she could with what he had available, which was not much. Still, she prepared a passable meal for the disgusting man. Once it was in front of him he inhaled the aroma deeply and sighed. “God damn that smells good cunt. Now get under the table. I want you to suck my cock while I eat.”

     She froze. His casual humiliation of her made her think twice about what her dignity was worth. Surely her family might overlook her transgressions. But would her boss, or her friends? She knew the risk was not worth it. All she had to do was endure and this would end. Crushed, Becky got down on her knees and crawled under the table. She fished out his cock, which still smelled rotten. It was shocking to her that someone could smell so bad and she wondered when he last bathed. Tentatively, she licked the tip. The taste was worse than the smell. She gagged at it. It tasted like earth and rust and salt. She had never had anything so foul in her mouth and that included his piss from earlier that day. He banged his hand on the table. “What are you waiting for bitch? It’s not going to suck itself,” he chuckled when he was done talking though nothing he said had been funny.

     Steeling herself, she took the cock head in her mouth. It was the size of a small apple and she could barely fit it. Unbelievably, Becky managed to not throw up as the horrid, rancid taste filled her mouth and assaulted her every sense. As she sucked on him his cock started to grow harder and she got a full idea of just how big he was. Engorged he was almost the length of her forearm. His cock was as thick as a can of soda and had thick, unsightly veins running along the shaft. Becky struggled to get as much of it into her mouth as she could but it was just too large. She gagged noisily as she tried to please him. When the pain in her throat as too much to bear she started licking up and down the shaft. His forest of pubic hair was thick, matted, and filthy. Try as she might her tongue occasionally brushed against it and made her retch. She hoped that he would not make her lick his huge, hairy balls. The idea of tasting them almost made her want to run from the house. As she licked and sucked his repulsive shaft she prayed that would be enough to satisfy him.

He banged the table again. “Don’t forget my balls bitch. You get them nice and clean.” Her hope died as he spoke. Gulping she reached out with her tongue and licked one. It tasted worse than his cock. Fear is all that made her continue. Displeasing him was unthinkable. And so without laying a hand on her he broke her down as Becky washed his balls with her tongue. “Oh fuck that’s so fucking good. You keep that up bitch.” She continued licking while the sound of him loudly chewing and enjoying his dinner filled the room. Without warning he reached under the table and grabbed her head. He put her mouth back onto his cock. Despite her alarmingly intense gagging he forced his cock down her throat. Even with all the pressure he was applying he could only get half of it into her mouth. Again, Becky found herself unable to breathe as his dick filled her throat. He pulled her head back. She gasped. He forced his cock back into her throat. It only took a few thrusts until her jaw and her lungs burned. Tears stung her eyes. After an eternity of him fucking her face he grunted and shot his load into her mouth. His cum was much like him: thick and disgusting. She struggled to swallow it all but it had the consistency of glue. No matter how much she gulped some of it remained in her mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhh that’s much better. Been needing to cum like that for fucking days bitch. You can come out from under the table now cunt. It’s time to move this show into the bedroom.” Finally, Becky finished swallowing his load. It was only then she noticed that his dick was still hard. That hardly seemed possible, but it was in front of her. Quaking, she wondered what he was going to take from her next.

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Becky Part One

Becky looked down at her phone, but she could not believe what she was seeing. She was looking at a video of herself, fingering her ass and sucking her fingers clean. Her face was visible, the entire disgusting act played before her. An unknown number had sent it to her. How had he gotten it?

     “Is that you, Rebecca?” The message arrived shortly after the video. “Respond now or else.” Quickly, Becky asked the stranger what they wanted. Instructions followed. Meeting at a parking lot nearby. Her Facebook profile, the profiles for her siblings and friends, their phone numbers appeared on her phone. “Fuck this up and everyone will find out. EVERYONE.”

     Ice gripped her. How had he gotten it? The man she sent it to had promised to keep it for himself. Stupid. Stupid to trust him. Stupid to believe him. Now she was in a bind. Looking back over the information he had sent, and the video, Becky realize she had no choice. If her family saw how pathetic, how disgusting, she was they would never look at her the same way again. Steeling herself, she headed to meet the stranger.

     A short walk later, she found a single car idling in the location she was instructed to find. The man in the car was huge. His bulk almost took up the entire front seat of the sedan. Upon seeing her, his tiny eyes widened leaving no doubt he recognized her from the video. He broke out a wide, hungry smile. The flagrant lust on his face made Becky want to run. Her mind ran wild trying to imagine what he might want from her, what she might have to do to keep him from trying to destroy her life. As she walked over to his car he stepped out. The first thing that struck her was how tall he was. His height was the only thing about him that was could be considered attractive. His teeth were crooked in his mouth, his face covered in patchy scruff, his hair was dark, greasy and unkempt. His mouth hung slack as he evaluated her, she could practically see his tongue dangling out of his huge mouth. It made her skin crawl. With a huge, pudgy hand he waved Becky over. Stiff with tension, Becky stepped towards him. He waved again, impatient.

     When Becky was close enough to smell him she discovered his appearance was not the only thing about him that was repulsive. He smelled strongly of onions and rotting meat. It never occurred to her that a human could smell so terrible. Her stomach roiling she walked closer to him even as her every instinct screamed at her to run away. In a deep, rumbling voice he said, “Hello cunt I’m so glad you made it because I was really wondering if you were smart enough to take me seriously,” the disgusting man spoke fast, as though he was reciting a script he had memorized. As he spoke his horrible, fetid breath mingled with his body odor to make Becky even queasier than she already was. “So I’m going to tell you Becky that I have much more stuff than that little gem I sent to you. I have every disgusting, filthy thing you’ve ever recorded. You really like licking toilet seats don’t you? So I’m just going to make myself clear you have one goal in life now: to make me happy. If you fail, if you let me down, if you fuck up even once, I’ll expose you to everyone in your life and that’ll be that. Now are you going to be good?” Finished speaking, he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. His bulk made the display less intimidating than he wanted, but Becky did not need anything else to be intimidated. If he had everything then there was no way she could risk him posting it. He was fucking disgusting, but he had her.

     She hung her head and nodded, tears stinging her eyes. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him, “What was that Becky? I couldn’t hear you.”

     “I’ll be good,” Becky said with a small voice.

     “Let’s see how serious you are cunt!” he put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled Becky in close, right into her ear he whispered, “I’ve needed to take a piss for like an hour. I want you to get on your knees and drink it all right now. Understand?” Shocked, Becky looked around a saw people strolling down the street, wandering in an out of shops, there was no way she could do it.

     “Please, please can we at least do it in the car? There are people around,” she begged.

     “Did I fucking say we could do it in the car bitch?” the man said, his voice laced with menace.

     “Please, it’s just too much, anyone could walk by. I’ll do whatever you want. Please.”

     The man reached into Becky’s shirt and grabbed her breast. He squeezed it hard. The pain was stunning. “You don’t seem to understand Becky, you’re going to do whatever I want now. I don’t need to make any deals with you. Now talk back again and see what happens.”

     Becky nodded. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

     He released his iron grip on her breast. “Now get on your knees and do as you’re told.” Shaking, Becky lowered herself to her knees on the hot asphalt. The man loomed over her without moving. A moment later he gestured to his crotch, and she understood that he expected her to take out his cock. Glancing around, Becky saw that no one was watching them and she prayed it would stay that way. Despite trying to will herself to stop trembling her hands continued to quake. Slowly, she unzipped his fly. His yellowed underwear greeted her as she reached into his pants to try and get his cock out. She freed it and was shocked at the size of it. Soft the head was still huge, and the girth was terrifying. She was not sure it would fit inside her soft, let alone hard.

     “You better get your mouth open quick cunt, unless you want to get drenched,” he chuckled.

     Becky opened her mouth wide just as the stream began to flow. A hot, sour, bitter assaulted her as she struggled to swallow it all. Some of it escaped her mouth and dribbled down her front. It got everywhere as the disgusting man pissed and pissed. Becky could not possibly swallow it all no matter how fast she gulped the horrible liquid down. When he was finally done he shook off the last few drops onto her face. His urine caused her clothes cling to her obscenely and made her smell rank. Looking up at his piggish face and seeing it lit up with lust and power made almost made Becky throw up all she had just swallowed. A quick glance around confirmed her worst fear; a young couple was pointing right at them and whispering amongst themselves. Becky’s face grew hot. She looked away from the couple and stood up.

     “Can we please go now?” Becky pleaded.

     “Sure,” the man said giving her a slap on the ass, “I feel fucking great! Get in the car bitch and I’ll take you to the hotel.”

     Grateful to be out of the public eye Becky nearly dived into the car only to find herself hauled out. The man was surprisingly strong for someone so fat. “Are you fucking stupid? Look at your you’re covered in piss,” as he spoke he opened the trunk, “you ride in here. I’m not paying to clean this car after you get in it you dumb bitch.” Becky struggled when he picked her up, but it was pointless. He was so much stronger. Into the trunk she went. The last thing she saw was the couple that watched them earlier pretending she did not exist as they walked away. The man closed the trunk and engulfed Becky in darkness. She groped for her bag but cursed. She must have left it in the car before he pulled her out of it. Without a phone she could not call for help, or even know where they were going.

     An unknowable amount of time later the trunk opened. The disgusting man looked down upon her and said, “We’re here cunt. You can come out now.” Becky took in her surroundings. They were outside the city. Close by was a small house at the end of a long gravel road. The house was small, but looked well-kept. She was surprised given how vile the man was that his home should look so pleasant.

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Their Special Relationship

Entire days passed where he never thought about the control he had over Jessica. Deadlines came and went, meetings started and ended, clients had to be massaged and sold; the everyday little distractions of life captured all his attention. For all outward appearances he was what he appeared to be: a thirty-something professional. He wore his hair the tiniest bit too long, his shirts were always just a little wrinkled, and his ties were always muted. For all that he behaved like a monster on his off hours he never wanted to draw attention to himself. Attention might bring scrutiny, and scrutiny might bring questions, and questions might end the good thing he had going.

The good thing he had going, his little secret, was Jessica. As much as other women might come into and out of his life, Jessica was his first and that was special. At least to him it was. Jessica might have used other, more vulgar words to describe what they had, but for him it was “special.”

To an unsuspecting eye, their interactions were so innocent that they could have been called boring. He would give Jessica a report, or ask her advice on something, or give her an efficient, masculine nod in the hallways as they passed by each other. But if one looked closer, in a blink-and-you-might-miss-it way, and tilted your head just right, you might see something worth cocking your eyebrow over. You might see his hand grab hers and squeeze it in a white knuckle grip, but only for an instant. You might catch him leering at her exposed cleavage for one fraction of a second too long. You might observe him watching her as she walked away from him; something in his gaze giving you a feeling that he knew her intimately. Either way you might come away uneasy, but also unsure if you saw anything at all. Just the way he wanted it.

He wanted that way because the little shows were not for the public’s benefit. His actions had an intended audience of one. Whenever the urge struck him he send small reminders to Jessica that she was his property. After all, in a safe deposit box at his local bank was a set of original documents proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jessica had been embezzling money from their employer for years. Rebuilding the numbers you could almost see how tentative her first, paltry theft had been. As the weeks and months went on more and more money disappeared; the amounts she stole growing with her confidence in her own craftiness.

When he first discovered the missing money he was unsure of what to do with his evidence. At the time, Jessica had been his boss’s boss. A reckless accusation could have dire consequences, Jessica was not someone to idly mess with. She had been at the firm since she graduated from college. The company had paid for her to get her MBA. Deals worth hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars found their way to her desk on a weekly basis. There wasn’t a day he could think of where she wasn’t there before him and was still working after he headed home. She had earned her promotion to executive vice president while in the middle of an acrimonious and long-fought divorce. Rumor was she was the one paying alimony to him. With a word she could have him thrown from the building, and with a few phone calls blacken his name all over the city. She could have him fired and make up a reason why later and he seriously doubted anyone would care. Then again, the evidence he had was pretty damning.

So he decided to go slow. He arranged a meeting with her. Mentioned that he might have found some accounting problems. Jessica became enraged with him, but he never saw her lose her cool. She called him hurtful names, implied he was incompetent, told him he was in over his head, and kicked him out of her office. The way her tits bounced when she yelled her lungs out had him transfixed. By the time he got back to his office he hatched a plan.

He had expected to feel angry at her treatment, but instead he just felt calm. He knew what he knew. He made copies of everything. He documented obsessively. By the next morning he had everything he needed. Everything he had documented went onto a flash drive which he placed on her desk before she arrived. Also on the drive was a simple .txt note instructing her to meet him in his office at 7PM that night. Any earlier, the note promised, and she was done.

The seconds and minutes of the day felt like they were being purposefully slow. At any moment he expected security to burst into his office and escort him from the building, or for Jessica to arrive early and destroy his case (and then fire him). The dreaded scenarios never came to pass. At precisely 7PM Jessica walked into his office. Her face was unreadable. She sat down, looked him in the eye, and remained silent.

His heart pounded so hard he worried it might break a rib as he studied the beautiful woman across from him. Her jet black hair was tied back into an efficient ponytail, her face looked as though it had been carved from stone. She kept herself so fit it was hard to believe she had two children. The dark clothing she wore did not hide her curvy shape, but it did not highlight it either. A small hint of cleavage rose and fell with every even breath. All of her projected strength, control, and discipline. She was trying her damnedest to look like she could crush him without effort.

It might have worked if she hadn’t waited until seven.

But she had waited and so he knew he had her. He broke the silence. “What can I do for you?” He wanted to see how she would react.

“What the fuck do you want,” she punctuated her words with a glare. Her tone was even and dangerous.

He had prepared for the question. He had practiced his answer all day. Something about hearing her haughty voice made him throw out all his careful planning. Holding his voice steady, he replied, “You want to know what the fuck I want? Here’s what I want: I want you to show me your tits.”

His words rang in the air and at once turned the atmosphere in his small office oppressive. Jessica turned red with fury. He was committed now. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could get a word out he said, “What happens to your kids when you go to prison?” Whatever she intended to say died right then. Her face went from red to white as her fury turned to fear. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” as he spoke he had trouble believing the words were coming from him, “I would do it and you know I’ve got you, I’ve got you dead to rights.”

Jessica stared at him with wide eyes. He didn’t speak again, instead he pointed at her chest to see if she got the message. With trembling hands Jessica unbuttoned her suit jacket and shrugged it off. With agonizing slowness she unbuttoned every button on her shirt. Before she took it off she lowered her eyes, as though she could not bear to look at him. Underneath her shirt she wore a plain, white, cotton bra. She unclasped it after a few seconds of hesitation, and her double-handful-sized breasts spilled out. Her pale tits were capped off by large, prominent, light-pink nipples which stiffened after being exposed to the cold office air.

He felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck when she finished following his command and he felt dizzy. Seeing her sitting before him without her top on was never a fantasy he had before, but now that he had seen it he realized he wanted nothing less than to own her completely. “Are we done?” she asked, breaking him out of his reverie.

The question startled a laugh out of him. He wondered how she could possibly think she was done, how could she be so stupid as to think that looking without touching could satisfy him? Especially not when she sat there with her chest exposed as proof he had her cornered. His mouth detached from his brain, and words spilled out of him, “First, great tits, really first class,” she flinched, “and we’re not done. I want you to crawl over here and suck my dick.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m not negotiating. This is not that. You will do as you’re told you stuck up bitch.”

Jessica swallowed hard. Her defiance withered under his hard look. Behind her eyes, he could see the gears of her mind turning. After a long stretch of silence she deflated and slid from the chair and to her knees.

He wanted to drive home her new position, “When I tell you to do something you say ‘yes sir.’ Do you understand?”

As she crawled over to him she choked out a weak “Yes.”

“Do you fucking understand?”

“Yes. Sir.” He could see the tears welling in her eyes as she looked up at him and said the words.

Jessica fished his dick out from his pants, he was already painfully hard. His erection pulsed in her cool hands. Looking down he could see her shame and pain all over her face, but she still opened her mouth to suck him. “Wait, I want you to lick it first. Lick everything.”

After the first lick he yanked on her hair. Jessica yelped in pain. “I told you to say ‘yes sir’ when I give you an order. Are you fucking deaf or stupid?”

“Yessirsorrysir.” With that he let go of her hair and allowed her to resume licking his shaft and balls. She showered him with tiny, halting licks. When he had enough of that he had her start sucking him in earnest. He had to admit it, she was a pretty good cocksucker. No teeth, just the right amount of wetness, and a nice hard suck. As her head bobbed on his dick her ample, bouncing tits mesmerized him. He reached down to grope them and was pleased to find them soft and pliable. Jessica shuddered at his first touch, but she never stopped sucking him. He squeezed on her tits until she moaned in pain, and then he relented, but continued satisfying himself by pinching and pulling on her nipples.

“Shit, no wonder you moved up so fast. I bet your boss couldn’t say no to this mouth. How many dicks did you suck to get where you are today, anyway? Must be so easy being a cocksucking whore.” His insults continued on and on, the rush of power he got from humbling his gorgeous, powerful boss was addictive. He swore he could almost feel his words chiseling away at her self-worth. As he spoke he could feel her deep-throating him, the warmth and tightness of her throat was incredible. She was clearly trying to get this over with as fast as possible and it was working.

He was getting close. Now he had to decide which would be more humiliating: to cum in her mouth or to cum on her face. He settled on making her swallow, he wanted her to taste her submission to him. Without warning, he grunted and emptied his balls into her mouth. “Swallow it all you bitch.” Jessica made a horrible retching sound as his cum flooded her mouth, but she managed swallowed it all.

While he lounged in his chair, basking in his pleasure, Jessica dressed and composed herself in short order. As she went to open the door he spoke, “I expect you here tomorrow at lunch. I’m probably going to want another blow job, but who knows, maybe I’ll give that cunt of yours a try.”

Jessica’s back was to him, but he didn’t need to see her face to appreciate the deep, wracking sob she let out. Before she opened the door to leave the last thing she said was, “Yes sir.”

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Kennedy: Staying After Work

I thought I was alone. It was late and I was working to fix some mess or other that needed cleaning up. Clients were unhappy, egos needed to be massaged, schmoozing needed to be done. All that meant prep work. So I was at work late. I went to go get some coffee so I could keep going when I heard the copy machine at work. It was one of the employees, Kennedy, who I now managed after our department was merged with another. I didn’t know her well, but it was good to see her burning the midnight oil.

She was thirty, black, and alluring. If I recalled correctly she had a kid, but the details of her life escaped me as I observed how her hips swelled in her skirt suit. Her tits were enticing and round, with just the tiniest and professional hint of cleavage. I got a discreet eyeful of her body as we made small talk. We chatted a bit and I would have sworn she was being cagey. Her eyes kept darting around, she had trouble looking at me, and she seemed increasingly nervous as we spoke. I wrote it off to jitters, the few who remained after the layoffs were understandably jumpy.

But something didn’t feel right. And I hate when something doesn’t feel right. She couldn’t have been stealing money; ever since I caught Jessica I had been keeping a very careful eye on that. I kept digging. I dug through her emails. I dug through her work logs and reports. I dug through the office security footage. Eventually I found what I was looking for. She was waiting until late at night and then using her old boss’s terminal to access files she wasn’t supposed to be able to see. The fucking moron never logged out when he went home for the night. So I took a look at what she had been doing and I saw for months she had been printing confidential files from his computer. These were files she had no reason to be printing, they were master client lists she didn’t need, but our competitors would. I wondered why so many of our long-time clients had been leaving. One of them confessed to me he had been directly lobbied by a competitor and now I knew how that happened.

I seethed in my office for a while after my discovery. Months, no years, of work and relationships had been compromised by that fucking bitch. She was going to pay for every second of my life she stole. Every second. That Friday night I scheduled a late afternoon meeting with her. She bounced into my office and gave me a winning smile. Kennedy’s was demeanor very different from that late night when I ran into her.

I laid it all out of her. I showed her footage of her going into her boss’ office, records of printouts requested from his computer that matched those times, and finally, what she had been printing. Her smile disappeared; her face became an inexpressive mask. I accused her of engaging in corporate espionage; I’d caught her red-handed stealing the files. I asked for her explanation. She offered none.

“Get a box. Pack your stuff. You’re fired,” I said. Her eyes watered briefly, the first emotion she showed.”

“Please. I have a son. I need this job, I’m all he has,” she whispered.

“Keep it to yourself because I don’t care. You should have thought of that before you fucked up.” I could feel my heart racing. Was she going to offer to “do anything” to keep her job? Was I about to find a new cunt to exploit to my heart’s content?

“I’m sorry. I needed the money. I’ll stop. Please don’t do this to me. Is there anything I can do?”

I didn’t want to push too hard. I wanted to see where her head was at. I leered at her, obviously locking my eyes on her chest, “Anything?” I asked.

She looked horrified, crossed her arms over her chest, and said “You’re disgusting.”

“Then you’re fired. Get a box. Get your stuff. Get out. Or, I’ll have security escort you out.” With that I turned away from her and started working on my computer. I still got a great look at her ass as she slowly walked away from my office.

Come Monday morning I got a phone call. It was Kennedy. She begged for a meeting with me. I guess the weekend really gave her time to take stock of her situation. It probably didn’t help her that I was destroying her name with everyone in my contacts. I didn’t want there to be a shadow of doubt in her mind about what I wanted from her, or what she was prepared to give. I explained to her that I would only take a meeting with her under three conditions. One, it had to be after hours. Two, she better not waste my time. Three, she had to wear something slutty with nothing on underneath. Before she could reply I hung up the phone. She didn’t call back. I spent the day idly wondering what she was prepared to do.

Around 8PM I was ready to go home when I heard a gentle knocking at my office door. It opened and there stood Kennedy. She was wearing a tight, blue dress and a deliciously crestfallen look on her face. I beckoned her to come in; she did and shut the door behind her. I looked her up and down. I wanted her to feel judged, to know I was evaluating her as a piece of meat. She stood there in silence until the awkwardness of the moment grew too unbearable for her.

In a wavering voice she asked, “What now?”

“That’s up to you cunt,” she flinched when I said that, “do you want your job back or not?” Kennedy nodded slowly.

“Then lose the dress. Let’s see how well you listen.” She peeled it off and I was delighted to see she was naked underneath it. Her prominent tits were capped off by large, dark, stiff nipples. Her bush was large and kinked.

“Fuck, don’t you ever shave?” I asked pointing at her cunt. “What you’ve got there won’t do at all. Go home. Make yourself fucking presentable. Then come back tomorrow night.”

Kennedy looked stricken and tears came to her eyes, “But what about my job?”

“I’m not really sure you want it back if you come to me looking like that.” Truth be told I didn’t care about the hair. I just wanted to push her as far as I could. I wanted her to have to come back here again, after prepping herself for me. Kennedy needed to suffer and I was going to make that happen.

“But first come over here.”

She walked over and stood right in front of me. Casually I reached out and shoved a finger into her cunt. Kennedy started to back away but caught herself. To my surprise, she was soaked. “Someone likes being put on display,” I said as I fingered her. She shook her head no, but the evidence was undeniable, she could lie to me but her cunt couldn’t. I got her hot and bothered and then stopped suddenly. “Go get yourself presentable and come back tomorrow. Same rules, something slutty, no underwear.” With that I pointed at the door.

The next night she came back at the same time. She wore the same dress. When she pulled it off I was pleased to see her cunt was clean shaven. “Turn around, bend over, and spread your ass,” I ordered. Without hesitation, she obeyed. I inspected her. Her cunt was bright pink and glistening.

“Disgusting. You have hair all over your ass. Go home.”

“Please,” she begged, still facing away from me, “I did what you wanted.”

“I said to make yourself presentable. If this is the best you can do I think we’re done here. Go home.”

She actually got on her knees. “Please, one more chance.”

I sat and looked down at her for a long time. Her tits were heaving as she sobbed. “Fine. One more chance. If you fuck up again I’m done with you.”

On the third night Kennedy arrived wearing a nearly transparent negligee. I couldn’t believe she had the guts to walk from her car to my office wearing it. She walked in and stood still until it was time for inspection. This time she was flawless.

“Better. Now, crawl over here.” She complied. “You want your job back?”

She nodded furiously. “Then you are to keep yourself presentable to me at all times. You will obey me, whenever and wherever I want,” she shuddered, “if you fail me even one, for any reason, I will personally throw you out of this building. Do you understand me cunt?”

I could see the pain in her face as she said, “Yes sir.”

“Who owns you?” I asked, reaching down to grab a handful of her delightfully soft tits.

“You do sir,” she said as she arched her back to make it easier for me to grope her.

“Good, now bend over my desk cunt. It’s time.” I thought about having her suck me off first, but my patience was wearing thin. Besides, there would be plenty of time for that in the weeks and months, the years, to come.

“Please, sir, go slow please. I haven’t been with a man in years.” Now it was my turn to shudder. I had to have her. In one fierce thrust I tried to bury my entire cock in her. She screamed in pain, the resistance I met was incredible. The first couple inches of my dick sank into her and there was more pain for me than pleasure. Kennedy was blubbering and moaning in agony. Slowly, I pushed my way deeper and deeper into her cunt. “Oh god it hurts so much,” she cried. When I was balls deep in her I wasted no time savagely pounding in and out of her poor, battered pussy. Her screams of pain soon turned into something else. Through clenched teeth she screamed again, only this time her cunt clenched around my cock as she came.

I used all my strength and slammed my hand down on her thigh. Then she was screaming in pain again.

“Did I say you could cum cunt? You need to ask my permission” I punctuated every word with a slap.

“Oh god I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I won’t do it again.”

Satisfied, I started fucking her in earnest.

“What kind of whore are you anyway?” as I spoke I thrust deep and hard into her wonderfully tight and wet cunt, “to cum while being forced to fuck. You’re really fucked up you know that?” If my words had any affect on her she didn’t show it. Three times she asked for permission to cum. I gave her one. The intensity of her orgasm sent me over the edge, and with a growl I drained my balls inside her.

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Blackmailing Nicole

A few weeks ago I noticed a man I didn’t recognize leaving my neighbor’s house. Now my neighbor Nicole was married and that guy was definitely not her husband. I was curious so I watched and waited. A few weeks later and I had everything I needed to prove she was having an affair. I knocked on her door and showed her my evidence. Nicole screamed at me for threatening her, but I made a point of just leering at her big tits while she threw her tantrum. When her tirade was over I told her she had a choice: either immediately drop to her knees and suck my dick or I walk away and show her husband everything.

I've never seen anyone drop to their knees so fast, before or since. I ogled her tits as she pulled out my dick. The disgusted look on her face got me achingly hard. She sucked reluctantly. At first I let her ease herself into it. I lost patience with that after a few minutes and just started fucking her face while she gagged and retched. I didn't care. She was mine now and she was going to learn what that meant. To finish, I shot my load all over her scowling face while she made outraged noises. After I was done I told her she was fucking terrible and we were going to have to work on her technique for next time.

"There's not going to be a next time," she said. I took a picture of her cum splattered face. I told her I'd be back same time tomorrow. She didn't say a word.

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Iris Finds Out

Sometime weeks back when I let myself into her place I found Nicole in tears. Apparently her stepdaughter Iris, shortly after moving home from college, had recorded me using Nicole and was now blackmailing her as well. I laughed at her, told her its what a cheating whore like herself deserved. Nicole gave me a dirty look, but pretty soon she was on her knees gagging on my cock and I put what Iris was doing out of my mind. It was not my problem.

A few days later I was using Nicole and I felt eyes on me. I looked around the room as I slowly fucked Nicole, and I saw a dark shape through the closet slats. Iris's big eyes caught some light or she'd have been nearly invisible. I could see her watching us and her arm rapidly moving. It was pretty easy to figure out what she was doing in there. Her arm never stopped moving, even as I looked right at her. Did she think I hadn't noticed her, or did she not care? I went back to what I was doing. When I was done I shot my load all over Nicole's tits, looking right at Iris as I did it. I gave Nicole a solid spank and told her to go get cleaned up. After she left I padded over to the closet. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I clearly had startled Iris. She froze, her fingers still buried in her cunt.

Before she could make a sound I reached down and grabbed her my the throat, pinning her and holding her down. I told her she was going to suck my cock. I asked if she understood. She nodded. I let go of her throat and she started desperately licking and sucking me. I wanted to see how much this little cunt could take. I grabbed hold of her hair and fucked her face without mercy, with every stroke I could feel her chin on my balls. After a little while she started slapping my thigh, she was clearly struggling to breathe. I ignored it and held her on my cock even harder. Her slaps got more frantic. I finally drained my balls down her throat a few seconds later. After I pulled my dick from her throat I gave her a sharp slap before she could catch her breath and ordered her to look at me. I stared down into her eyes and told her that from now one she was my property, just like her whore of a stepmother. I asked her if she understood me. Slowly, she nodded even as her chest heaved and she gulped air.

"Good girl," I said as I patted her on the head, "you're coming with me now. I have this entire weekend free and I need some entertainment." I walked out of the closet. Not two step behind Iris obediently followed after me.

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Lena Gets Worked Over

           My buddy and I first noticed Lena when we were asking ourselves which of the two of us had invited her to the party. It turned out neither of us had, but there she was. It seemed to us that she was a wallflower; if she talked to anyone the entire time she was there I did not notice it. But she was quiet, cute, and did not bother anybody so we let it slide. Once a month my friend I threw a party, regular parties were something we had always wanted to do and now, by our mid-thirties, finally could. I noticed Lena right away. First, because I was pretty sure I had no idea who she was. Second, because she seemed painfully shy for the crowd we usually invited. Third, because she was hot. I have a type and she hit it: a shade over 5 foot unless I missed the mark, red hair contrasted against her green eyes, and tits of a quality that is very difficult to hide despite her modest clothes.

           I was too busy hosting to say to her that first time, but my friend had noticed her too. We spent the day after at work idly speculating about who she was. My buddy joked that she was probably just some fresh-out-of-college virgin just trying to figure out what to do with her life. “You know the type, painfully bookish, never had a social life, spent college buried in the stacks and avoiding all the unhealthy male attention she attracted,” he said to me. I didn’t say this to him, but there was another way that type could go. A drastically different way. I wondered which one the strange, shy girl at the party was, and I told myself I was going to find out.

           At the next party she showed up an hour after it began and grabbed herself a beer. I let her get settled in before I sauntered over. I spent the time since I last saw her thinking about my approach, and what my friend had said about how she looked. She seemed shy, but thinking back, also like she was waiting for something. There was something familiar in the way she held herself. It was as though she was scared, but that she wanted to be scared. I admit that I might have been reading too much into it. However, I had decided how I was going to approach her. If you asked me to explain it to you, I couldn’t, but I had a strong feeling I knew exactly what she wanted at this party of strangers.

           I walked up to her and looked down at her and she cowered a little bit. I was, admittedly, uncomfortably close. She looked up at me with her big, green eyes and I realized just how tiny she was in comparison to me. I was easily more than a foot taller than her. Leaning in very close, I whispered into her ear, “Nod if you’re enjoying yourself.” I could see her tremble slightly, but she nodded. Now, I placed my hand on her thigh, her skirt easily brushed aside. She drew a sharp breath.

           “Tell me your name,” I said as a stroked her thigh, I could now feel her violently trembling. Felt like I was on the right track.

           “Lena,” she whispered.

           “Okay Lena, I want to take this somewhere more private. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You’re going to follow me. Nod if you understand.” I could see her hesitate, but then, almost without moving her head at all, she nodded. I let go of her thigh and wandered over to the bathroom. I felt drunk and not from drinking. The rush of being so direct with her, of it paying off, was going right to my head. As I walked to the second floor, my thoughts were racing; I had no idea how far I was going to take this. What wouldn’t she do? Fuck it, I was going to find out. I was going to push her as far as I could and see where this ended up. My desire to dominate her was overwhelming my common sense. What was worse, I knew it was happening and I didn’t care. If I didn’t get what I wanted out of her tonight I would live with it. But I was going to try.

           I heard Lena padding behind me. No one saw us go into my bedroom; at least I think no one did. We entered my bathroom. I shut the door behind us and locked it for good measure. Lena stood with her back to me. She looked so small. I came up behind her, lifted her shirt, and grabbed her tits. I squeezed them in my hands, hard. Gasping in pain, she never told me to stop. Quickly, I stripped her top and bra off, leaving her chest exposed. I turned her around and saw how red-faced she was. She had huge, pale, pink nipples capping her tits, which seemed all the larger on her tiny frame. I grabbed and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. For the first time that night she spoke, her voice was small and afraid, “What do you want from me?”

           “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. On the floor. I’m going to take what I want from you. And nothing is going to stop me.” A small gasp came from her after she heard that. Lena looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t wait. With a strength she could not oppose I threw her to the floor. She yelped as she hit the rug. I could see the fear in her eyes. I wondered if I misread her. Maybe I was taking it too far? But she was too enticing. Seeing her trembling on the ground, half-naked and afraid, was too much for me. I had to have her. I put my weight on her. I tore her panties off. I lined my painfully hard cock up with her pussy. It was slick, so wet it was practically dripping.

           “Just don’t cum in me,” she whispered, “please?”

           I didn’t answer her before I sank my dick into her slowly, savoring every moment as I inched inside. When I bottomed out she gasped and turned away from me, shamefaced.  Tears welled in her eyes. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I used my hands to force her to look at me. “What’s the matter you dumb cunt? Are you not getting what you wanted?”

           That did it. I felt her quiver and shake as an orgasm rocked her. Her face burned crimson. I drank in her humiliation as I used her. “Answer the question whore.”

           “Not,” she said in between gasps, “not like this. I don’t want this. You made me.”

           “Shut the fuck up,” I said, giving her a slap that left her clutching her face in shock, “I didn’t ‘make’ you do anything. You wanted this you worthless slut.”

           She feebly tried to object, but she was cut short when she came yet again. “See? Your cunt doesn’t lie, even if you do.” She shook her head no. Her denials were meaningless. She was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I was going to take what I wanted from her. Dominating her like this was pushing me closer and closer.

           “Hey cunt,” I said, “look at me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. I reached down and pulled on one of her stiff nipples, hard. I pulled until I thought I might pull it off. The pain left her gulping air as she suppressed a scream. “I’ll do the other one unless you fucking look at me.” I was so close. She looked up at me with her wet, green eyes. She was so ashamed, so hurt, and so pathetic. It sent me over the edge.

           “I’m fucking cumming. Right in your worthless cunt.” That put some fight into her. She started pushing at me, yelling that she didn’t want that, pleading with me to pull out. With ease, I pinned her to the floor. I finished draining myself deep inside her. She looked at me so angrily. Looking right into her eyes I said, “I don’t give a shit what you want whore.” I pulled out and I could see my cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. She lay there, not moving.

           “I asked you to not do that,” she said, her voice full of resentment.

           I look down at her, “I still don’t care.” An evil idea occurred to me. Seeing her on the ground, I couldn’t help but want to humiliate her more. Just as I said when this had started, I was going to see how far I could take it. I put my foot on her shoulder, pinning her down. She looked up at me, her anger still visible. Without warning, I told her “Open wide,” and I started to piss into her mouth. She sputtered when the first drops hit her tongue, violently shaking her head and trying to get out of the way, but she couldn’t move with my weight pinning her down. Some of it soaked her, face, her chest, her hair. It went everywhere. After a few moments, to my amazement, she opened her mouth back up and started trying to swallow it. She got as much of it down as she could. Of all the things I expected from this dumb cunt, being a willing toilet was not one of them. “Good lord you are fucking disgusting. Do you know that?” I said as I shook off onto her.

           Lena didn’t say anything at first. She just lay on the floor, looking ashamed, with tears slowly leaking from her eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that to me,” she muttered, when she finally broke her silence. “How could you treat me like this?”

           “Shut up whore. You fucking loved it.”

           “I didn’t.”

           I reached down and touched her clit. The barest rub of it send her over the edge. She moaned as she came. “Stop fucking lying.”

           “I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to cum in me,” she said resentfully.

           “Keep whining and I’ll do it again cunt.” She was quiet after that.

           “Now then get yourself cleaned up,” I said as I gave her a small kick, “you’re fucking disgusting.”

           I sat on my bed waiting for her to finish showering. She was pretty quick about it. She came out, dressed. How her clothes were still wearable was beyond me, but there they were. Before she could get past me I had her over my knee. Without warning, I shoved my thumb into her ass. She yelped and begged me to take it out. As I held her there I said, “Here’s what’s going to happen Lena. You’re going to go back to the party. You’re going to tell no one about this. You’re going to come back next month, and we’re going to see what happens. Finally, you’re going to suck my thumb clean. You can do it because you want to, or you can do it because I’m going to make you. Which is it?”

           She whispered something so inaudible I couldn’t hear it. “Louder cunt.”

           “I’ll suck it clean.”

           “Good girl.” She flinched when I said that, but she obediently got off my lap and sucked me clean, groaning with disgust as she did it. As she sucked, I realized I could not wait to see her again next month.

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would you believe this story was written for me? #truth

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Lena Gets What’s Coming to Her

Lena sat in her car and wondered how her life had gotten so fucked. It took every ounce of her willpower to even drive herself to the party. After the last time she had gone home and rubbed her slit until she felt like it was going to fall off. She had stopped counting after she had cum 10 times. The memory of his warm piss, feeling the cum he forced her to take dripping out of her, how hard she had cum as he used her; it all made her want to touch herself uncontrollably even as she hated herself for how much she was enjoying her memories of the night.

A few days before the party Lena’s phone buzzed with text messages. People were getting pumped to see each other again. Lena engaged as little as possible. The man who had raped her the last time was acting as though nothing had happened. He had the audacity to text her to ask if she was coming over this month. She did not say yes, and she did not say no. He acted like nothing had happened between them. It infuriated her. How could he act like he had not used her and then threw her away like she was garbage? She intended to show up to the next party and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe let everyone at the party know what an abusive asshole he was. That would be a righteous thing to do, and maybe give her some closure.

But now that the day had arrived Lena felt glued to her car seat. She could not muster the strength to leave her car. Her stomach felt like it was trying to leave her body. Her heart thundered in her ears. There was no way she could face him. Instead of leaving, Lena reached for some liquid courage. The first pull on the bottle was bracing and it shocked her out of her funk. She took another. And then another. With every one she felt her anger building. She was going to go inside, make a scene, and then leave in triumph with everyone knowing what he was. He was going to find out exactly what she was.

When she got inside at first she could not find him. The first time Lena stumbled she worried she might have been more drunk than she thought. She sat down heavily upon the couch. Her thoughts and anger were clouded. Maybe coming inside was a bad idea. It was time to get out of here. She pulled out phone and started to call a cab. Suddenly, it was snatched out of her drunken hands. Lena looked up and there he was, holding her phone and looming over her. “Good to see you girl, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

Wordlessly, Lena snatched at her phone, but her reflexes were too slow, he easily kept it out of her reach. She mumbled about him giving it back, but the words barely made sense. He laughed in her face. The same laugh he made when he forced his cum into her. It made her see red. He chortled as she lunged at him again. She missed again. He leaned in very close and whispered, “If you want it you have to catch me, cunt” he mocked her with his voice.

Without thinking Lena charged after him as he danced his way up the stairs. Her brain did not catch up to what her body was doing before she was already up the stairs. Powerful hands gripped her and lifted her up. She was heaved over someone’s shoulder. Drunkenly, she tried to struggle. She kicked. She flailed. She beat her hands against the broad back of her captor. It was all for nothing. All the while, his laughter taunted her. Without ceremony he dumped her painfully to the floor. He put his foot on her chest. The weight was just on the edge of painful, barely constraining her breathing, but keeping her firmly in place as she squirmed and tried to get away. The fear she felt was sobering her up, she began to realize just how weak and powerless she was.

After she finally slumped in defeat, he spoke, “You get that out of your system cunt? You know I didn’t think you’d actually show up this time. You must really want some more of my dick you thirsty whore.” He was playing with her phone while he taunted her.

“No, you’re horrible,” her voice was hoarse and strained, “I just want to leave. Give me my phone.”

“Oh no whore, I can’t let you leave as drunk as you are. You might get raped in a cab, or worse! It would be irresponsible of me to let you go like this,” his smile as he spoke was wide, and venomous, and dangerous. “I’m going to take my foot off you know. I expect you to stay on the floor or you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

Lena hated herself for doing it, but she nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” the words burned in her ears. He took his foot off of her. She took in a deep breath. Glaring up at him was the most harmful thing she could do so she did it.

“Aw what’s the matter whore, didn’t you enjoy your last visit? You look so cute when you’re mad.” Effortlessly, he reached down and lifted her to her feet, and then threw her over his shoulder again before she could utter a word. He walked her over to his bed and threw her face down upon it.

“Lena, I think you need a reminding of what you are,” as he spoke he stripped her loose fitting pants off, taking her panties with them. Finding herself naked from the waist down was a fresh humiliation, compounding how weak and powerless she felt in his presence. She tried to voice an objection, but all the air rushed out of her lungs when the first blow landed on her ass. The pain was shocking, stinging, degrading, and unexpected. He hit her again. And again. And again. Each lash rocked her body forcefully. Lena quickly lost count of how many times he had hit her, and within minutes she dissolved into a blubbering, quivering, begging mess.

“Oh god please stop,” she begged as she wept, “Please. Please!” She begged him over and over again but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He beat her ass under it felt like one giant bruise and her voice was gone. Without warning, he slid his fingers deep inside her. She gasped at the intrusion. To her shame, she was incredibly wet and he fingered her with ease. The humiliation of being so turned on from his savage beating was almost too much for Lena to bear.

“What a nasty, wet whore you are. Listen up cunt. You’re going to crawl over to me,” his words were hollow and deep. He spoke with a tone that brooked no objection. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied. And if you don’t do you very, very best to please me, not only will I start beating your ass again, I’ll make sure every fucking man in this house gets his turn with you and your dripping wet hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Lena managed to whisper.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get your fat ass on the floor.”

With what little strength she had left Lena heaved herself to the ground and then, humiliatingly, crawled on her hands and knees over to him. She looked up at his face and wished she had not. It was twisted with a look of lust and power, seeing him gaze down at her nearly made her flinch. She fumbled a bit with his pants. He gave her a sharp slap, called her a “dumb whore,” and then moved to take his cock out. She looked at it with apprehension, her cheek still stinging from the slap.

“Start sucking you worthless cunt. Now.” He raised his hand to strike her again so she quickly wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking. She felt so completely worthless as she licked his shaft, and then his balls. He was a bit sweaty, and the bitter, sour taste of him filled her mouth as he sighed with pleasure. With his voice and with his hands he guided her mouth where he wanted her. First, sucking him deep, and then lapping at his balls, then back to sucking him. He used her mouth this way for what felt like an eternity. Her jaw started to ache, but he showed no signs of letting up. Finally, he placed her head in a powerful grip and began fucking her throat. No man had ever done this to Lena before, and she could hardly take it. She gagged on his cock loudly, and retched until she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Somehow, she managed to keep herself from doing that at least. Lena pounded her fist on his thighs, hoping to make him stop, but he kept forcing his cock down her throat until he mercifully pulled out.

His fist was a blur as her jerked himself, his cock pointed right at her face. She realized with horror what he was about to do, and before she could ask him not to the first shot of his cum splashed on her face. Some of it got into her eye, stinging and burning. She felt rope after rope of his hot, disgusting, and sticky cum splash onto her face. It felt like he was coating her with it. This was the first time a man had ever done something so degrading to her, and she wanted to die of shame. How could he use her like a rag like this? The only small comfort she felt was in hoping he was done with her. Then she felt him pick her up again. Her eyes were still firmly shut and she had no idea where he was taking her. Without warning he dropped her into a cold bathtub, the hard surface made her yelp with pain when it hit her.

“What are you doing?” she finally dared to ask.

“Shut the fuck up toilet.” No, Lena thought, he was not going to do that to her again. Her hopes were dashed when she felt the first warm trickle hit her face. Keeping her mouth firmly shut she squealed her disapproval at what he was doing. She felt the warm, thick liquid wash away all the cum on her face, but it got everywhere: it her hair, soaked into her shirt, all over her body. When the disgusting stream finally ended she felt him shake off a few more drops right onto her face. Lena only now dared to wipe the foulness off of her face, open her eyes and look up at him.

“Why did you do this to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper, “I don’t deserve it.”

“I did it because I don’t give a fuck about you, or what you want you stupid cunt. The only reason you’re not on my bed having every man at this party take his turn with you right now is that I’m not ready to share your fat ass yet.”

“My ass isn’t fat,” Lena pouted.

“Your ass is disgustingly huge, just like your fat tits,” he said as he reached down to painfully tweak one of her nipples. “Now, you’ve left tub is a mess so I expect you to lick it clean. And if you say one fucking word I will throw you out onto the street just like this and leave you to fucking walk home.” There was no way she’d make it home, no phone, covered in a man’s piss. He loomed over her and she could see on his face he was serious. That look frightened her. Under his watchful eye she lapped up all of the foul, acrid piss in the tub. When she was done she looked up at him.

He reached down to pat her on the head, another burning humiliation in a night full of them. “What a good girl you are,” he spoke like she was dog, “now you get yourself cleaned up and get the fuck out of here. I put my number in your phone, so you can expect texts from me pig.”

With great speed Lena cleaned herself up. Thankfully, he gave her an oversized, nearly sheer shirt to wear. People might notice she was leaving in something so revealing, but she had no choice. As she fled to her car, her pussy was driving her mad. She could not remember the last time she had been so wet. A moment after sitting down her hand was furiously rubbing her clit and she brought herself to a shattering, overwhelming climax. One followed another as she came over and over again in her car, not caring might see her, as she thought about every moment of her humiliation that night.

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Lena Is Trapped

Lena’s phone buzzed. Lately it seemed the only messages she got were from him, and today was no exception. “Meet me outside, cumdump, you’ve got 5 minutes.” Just to compound her humiliation he sent along a picture of her on her knees, with his cum all over her face. It was a threat. She knew it was a threat. But it was not one Lena could afford to ignore. Even though she was in the middle of a lecture she had no choice. She packed up her bag and left. Predicting something like this might happen, she had started taking seats towards the back of her classes so she could leave without disruption. It burned at her to see how she was changing her life in small ways just to accommodate his insatiable desire to humiliate and use her, but change her life she did.

She shuffled out of the room, holding her too-short skirt (worn on his instructions (even on days she did not know if she would see him)) down, hoping that no one would turn and see her uncovered ass as she left the lecture auditorium. Apparently making her wear the skimpiest skirts she owned was not enough for him, he had to deny her panties as well. “Makes you more accessible” he told her when he gave the order. Her mouth was full of his cock at the time, not that she could have changed his mind anyway. Lena just glared up at him as he smiled down at her, seeming to admire her before he spit in her face and called her a worthless cunt.

Before her days and nights were defined by class work, or seeing her friends, maybe the occasional date. Now her social life was in ruins, her time mandated to be free so that she could be available to him whenever he needed to get off, or to piss, or just to slap her around. Her entire life was being consumed by him, and the longer she spent with him the harder it was to see a way out. Brick-by-brick, picture-by-picture, video-by-video, he was making a prison and she was trapped within it. Which was why, now, despite her grades slipping and probably needing to stay the whole lecture, she was headed out of class to meet him.

Impatience was written all over his face. It was a bad sign. “I’m sorry, I got here as quickly as I could,” Lena said, her voice soft and pleading. Experience taught her that not being sorry, even for the tiniest thing, was an easy way to be brutally punished. He grunted and did not say anything. Instead he wrapped his fingers around her arm and painfully pulled her along. His grip was like steel. She stumbled along, half-walking, half-dragged, as he led her to the nearest men’s room. Her heart sank when she saw which one it was. Of course he had brought her to one with stalls, not one of the individual restrooms that locked. Lena tried to imagine how many men had glimpsed her on her knees in some campus bathroom or other. It was surely too many to count by now. She hated the shame she felt at the thought. More, she hated more how wet the shame made her. Without hesitating, she dropped to her knees once the stall door was closed and he took a seat.

“You are such an obedient little toilet,” he said as he looked down at her, “take off your shirt I want you to jerk me off with your tits.” Suppressing a sign, Lena did as she was told. He really seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable it made her to do that. Where once her boobs had been a way to get attention, or just something to show off, now they just another thing he used to degrade her. As he had ordered, Lena wrapped her chest around him and started jerking him. “God your tits are so fucking soft,” he said. Right then someone else in the bathroom coughed. Someone must have come in after them. Lena’s pussy twitched when she heard it. Knowing someone else was hearing her be humiliated like this made her shudder.

“Hey don’t worry bro, when I’m done with her she’s all yours,” hearing those words mad Lena twitch again, more violently. She glared at him. How could he suggest sharing her with others, did he think she was just some thing to be passed around?

If he saw her shock and anger it he did not acknowledge it in any way. He simply said, “Start sucking.” Lena quickly took his cock into her mouth and just hoped he was joking about trying to share her.

Another voice spoke up, “She any good at it?” It sounded like it was coming from right behind her. The voice was so close it could have belonged to someone in the stall with them. Lena could feel her heart pounding so loudly in her chest as she struggled to focus on sucking the cock in front of her.

“Oh yeah bro she’s great,” he said while he squeezed her tits, “when I’m done you should give her a shot. She’s had loads of practice. Now be a good cunt and lick my balls.” Lena started lapping at his balls with long, wide strokes of her tongue. She knew by now how he liked her to do it. It took all her willpower to ignore the conversation that was going on around her.

“I mean if you’re cool with it,” the other voice said.

“Hell yeah man, it’s all she’s fucking good for, might as well make the most of her.”

That was too much for Lena. There was no way she was going to be used by a stranger. Then, before she could say a word he pulled her back by her hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. He had his hands solidly on her head, so she could not even take his cock out and object. All she could manage was a muffled protest. Hearing even that meager resistance he gave her a sharp smack. Then he plunged himself even deeper into her throat, making her gag horribly around his cock. He held himself there, deep in her throat, choking off her air until she felt she was going to pass out. Mercifully before that happened he pulled out. As Lena struggled to catch her breath and stop her world from spinning, he shot his load all over her face. She could feel rope after rope of thick, warm cum as it got everywhere, in her hair, in her eyes. Involuntarily, she squealed with displeasure.

“Oh I’m sorry whore, does my cum bother you?” He asked, his voice filled with venom.

“No, no it doesn’t. I love it! You know I love it!” She pleaded. She just didn’t want him to hurt her.

“Here. Let me help.” Lena felt him pull her forward, and then without warning he plunged her forward into the toilet. He held her under the water until her lungs burned and everything in her cried out for air. Then he pulled her out. She took a deep breath and then he forced her head down again. The water splashed as she struggled and flailed. When he pulled her out again she pathetically pleaded with him to stop. Not a sound came from him. He held her neck against the bowl’s cold rim.

Suddenly, she felt a warm stream splashing against her face. Some of it trickled into the toilet below her after it got on her face, in her mouth, down her back. Past experience meant she knew exactly what was happening, he was getting the last of his pleasure today by pissing all over her. Finally, he spoke as he continued urinating on her, “There you go toilet, nice and clean. Getting all that nasty cum off you. What do you say?”

Lena sputtered as she spoke, “Thank you sir. Thank you so much.”

“There’s a good girl,” he said as he shook the last drops off onto her. She heard him zip up and open the stall door. Lena stayed on her knees, half her clothes dripping wet, hugging the bowl. He opened the stall door. “Alright bro. If you want a turn, she’s all yours.” He turned to her and said, “Now Lena you be as good a girl for him as you were for me.”

Lena looked up and saw the face of one of her acquaintances from class. Someone she had traded notes with occasionally. His face was filled with disgust. And also something else. Too late, Lena saw what he intended. She started to plead with him as he stepped into the stall. Her begging did not even make him hesitate. He shut the door. He locked it. He unzipped his fly. And then Lena was at his mercy. She tried not to think about how her cunt was so wet it she could feel it running down her legs.

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He loomed over her. Reaching down, he forced her mouth open with his hands. Painfully, he moved her head until the tip of his filthy cock was between her lips. “You better swallow it all, whore, or you’ll be sorry.” That was all he said before he unleashed a nasty, pungent stream of his piss onto her tongue. The taste made Lena want to heave, but she was powerless in his grip. With no choice she swallowed it all, the flavor searing itself onto her tongue. Some of it dribbled out of her mouth and onto her clothes. The smell of the revolting stuff filled her nose. When he was finally done he let out a contented sigh of relief. His face reflected his relief and bliss while Lena was still trying her best to get her roiling stomach under control. She looked up and him, and he looked down at her, she could not see what he was thinking. Hope welled up inside her, maybe he was done. Maybe he would just go. Maybe she could leave.

           Lena opened her mouth to ask if she could go, but just as she was about to his cock started to harden. “Start licking my balls you fucking slut.” The day had been hot, and she could see he was slick with sweat. The first lick was just as foul as she feared. The salty, acrid taste filled her mouth. She wondered how much abuse would her tongue have to endure before this day was over? He did not let her budge until her tongue had cleaned him thoroughly. Then her ordered her to start sucking his cock. He was not very long, but his cock was thick and her lips strained to wrap around it. Lena’s jaw ached. Sucking him was hard work, and she was so tired. Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth. “God you can’t even suck a dick right. Fucking worthless. Turn around.”

           Lena was afraid for him to find out how wet she was. The humiliation of him knowing just how much she her pussy was betraying her almost made her want to start pleading with him to let her go again. Something in his voice and in his face told her it was a bad idea. The look in his eyes was dangerous. She turned around. He flipped up her too short skirt and mocked her for not wearing panties. “Reach back and spread your ass.” Now she was exposed, on her knees, and in a men’s room stall all for a stranger. He ran his fingers around her pussy. There was no way he could not feel how wet she was, she was practically dripping down her legs. Lena’s face burned with shame. Without warning, she felt his thick cock probing her ass. Panic overtook her.

           “Please don’t. Please! I’ll suck you better. Just not that!” She was in the middle of begging he forced her face into the toilet. The cold water filled her nose, her mouth, she could barely hear him when he said, “Shut the fuck up!” He held her there until her lungs burned. Until she really thought he was going to drown her in a toilet. Just as she was about to inhale a lungful of the water he pulled her out. While she was gasping for breath he started to force his cock into her ass. The pain shot through her. She screamed with what little air she had in her lungs before he clamps his meaty hands over her mouth. Bit by excruciating bit he pushed his cock into her ass, sometimes stopping to spit to add some lubrication.

When he let go of her mouth she started to scream again. He did not like that. With irresistible strength he pushed her face back underwater. He held her there while he started fucking her ass. After he let her up for air Lena was too weak to struggle. She supported herself on the toilet, whimpering, shaking, and crying while he rammed his thick cock in and out of her burning ass. Every minute with his cock inside her felt like an hour. The pain almost made her black out. Finally, with a loud moan he shot his cum inside her. Lena agonizingly felt every pulse of his cock. When he pulled out she could feel his cum dribbling out of her. As a final humiliation, he took her long hair in his hand and wiped his cock clean with it. The cum, and worse, splattered all over her when he was finished. He said, “You know you’re fucking disgusting right? You really should work on that.” With that, he turned and left Lena in a heap on the floor of the bathroom, too weak to even begin cleaning herself up. She prayed no one came in until she could. Slowly, her hand drifted to her clit. One touch set her off. Lena hated that, but it did not stop her from touching herself.

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Lena Needs to Pass

Lena closed the door to her professor’s office. He was the last one she had to see today and the one she dreaded seeing the most. Lately her grades in his class had been slipping the most. It was not entirely her fault, as bad as she was at his class, her owner had been using her so hard and so often something had to give. That something was now biting her in the ass. If her grades slipped any further her scholarship was risk, if her scholarship was risk she might have to drop out of school, if she had to drop out of school…

           Earlier in the month she had begged for some time, on her hands and knees, to study more. Groveling before her blackmailer was the most humiliating thing she had ever done. Until he turned down her request despite her pathetic begging. “Sounds like your problem,” he said as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved his cock down her throat. “Maybe you could suck him off for a better grade? Show him what a stupid, worthless cumdump you are.” Lena loathed just how awful he was to her, even as she sucked on his cock. She knew if she didn’t do the best job she could then things would get worse for her, fast. When he shot his thick, nasty cum all over her tongue she swallowed as quickly as she could. If she got out of his room fast she might be able to get some work done tonight. It didn’t happen. When he was done using her mouth he made her strip naked and clean his room for him. The night got worse from there.

           Long story short, freeing up more time in her schedule hadn’t gotten her anywhere. Her blackmailer’s words echoed in her head all month long. “Maybe you could suck him off.” The idea of trading her body for grades made Lena physically ill. Despite everything that had been done to her, was being done to her, and would be done to her, she still had some pride, the tiniest shred of dignity. When she looked at her semester grades she wondered what her pride was really worth. Then she look looked at her scholarship and all those zeroes answered her question.

           So here she was now, braless in a too-tight top, pantiless in a short skirt, and knocking entering her professor’s office. Lena was so nervous she could feel herself vibrating, her heart pounded like it was trying to break one of her ribs. The professor, who was of medium build, had soft eyes and a tan line where his wedding ring had been only a few months prior. He kept his salt-and-pepper hair close cropped, and he looked tired. Still, even after hours, he had on a jacket though he had discarded his tie. “Come in, come in, take a seat. I appreciate you for being so accommodating I know it’s late for a meeting.”

           “Oh no professor it’s no trouble at all. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”

           “Of course, of course. I was surprised you asked to see me to be quite honest. Rather, that you waited so long,” his eyes never left hers, not for a moment. Lena wasn’t sure if he was studiously avoiding looking down, or if he was just oblivious to the display she was putting on for him. Her shirt was so thin her nipples were clearly visible through it and if she uncrossed her legs he would have had a clear view of her pussy. Right now her legs were firmly crossed, but she kept thinking about how easily she could put on a show for him.

           “What do you mean professor?” Lena asked, her voice barely a whisper. Her mouth felt so dry.

           “Hrm. Normally students come to see me well before they’re in danger of failing.”

           That caught Lena like a punch to the gut, she didn’t realize how bad her grades had slipped. Failing this class would be the end of everything.

           “It’s why I hoped you would have come to me sooner. At the moment it’s quite too late do anything.”

           Lena’s heart went from jackhammering to sinking into her stomach like a stone. Too late? How could it be too late? Every sort of disaster started running through her head. Then, suddenly, she remembered why she was here.

           She steeled herself. With every ounce of willpower she could manage Lena kept her voice from shaking as she asked, “Oh professor, you sure there’s nothing I could do?” She thought about squeezing her tits together, just for added effect, but her courage could not take her that far. Even saying the words had her stomach lurching.

           He turned to face away from her, “Maybe a few weeks ago, but it really would not be fair to the other students to give you any extra credit now. And honestly, given your situation I’m really not sure any amount could help.”

           Lena turned bright red. How could he not understand? It was not enough that she had to humiliate herself by even trying to trade her body for grades, but the idiot didn’t even realize what she was trying to do. She swallowed hard and uncrossed her legs. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

           “Professor, I’m sure we can work something out,” Lena emphasized every word with care. Her voice husky and deep. It took everything she had to keep her words steady.

           He eyes flicked to over her pussy, only for a moment, and then up and away hurriedly. The professor didn’t say a word. Eyes closed, his mouth moved as though he was mumbling to himself, the wheels in his mind clearly turning. The seconds of silence turned to minutes. Sitting there, pussy exposed, waiting for him to say anything, Lena slowly started to get wet. Her traitor of a pussy just could not handle how humiliating this all was.

           Finally, after what seemed like forever but was maybe only five minutes, the professor opened his eyes and glanced at her pussy again. Lena hoped he could not see how wet she was. “Look, miss, ah, ah miss, I don’t think you want to do this,” he said gently, “once you do there’s no going back.” She could see his eyes linger on her tits, just for a fraction of a moment, before locking on hers. Looking at him, it was like he was seeing her for the first time.

           “Sir,” she said trying to gauge how her submissiveness would affect him, “Call me Lena. I can’t afford to fail this class. Please sir, I’ll do anything. Anything.” He was flushed and looked uncomfortable. But he didn’t ask her to leave.

           As much as Lena’s body tried to fight it she made herself get down on her knees and crawl over to his side of the desk. The professor watched her doing this, the conflict written all over his face. Should he stop her? Should he see where this goes? Lena could see every thought he had as inched her way over to him. When she arrived she put her hands in his lap, the tips of her fingers just barely brushing near his cock.

She looked up at him, “You can do something to help me right? I’d be extremely grateful.”

He licked his lips, “I can’t make any promises,” she watched as he made up his mind, “but why don’t you show me how…grateful you can be?”

“Oh yes sir!” Lena said, seeing the electric jolt that ran through his body when he heard her submit to him. With practiced ease she undid his pants and pulled out his hardening cock. She licked underside of his cock, from the base to the tip with a long, slow stroke of her tongue. He moaned. In no rush, and hoping the better she performed the more generous he would be, Lena bathed his cock with her tongue, licking every part of it and letting him luxuriate. Slumped back in his chair, he sat back and enjoyed what she was doing to him. A couple minutes passed and Lena took his whole length down her throat. He gasped at that.

“You’re quite good at this you know,” he managed to get out in between panted breaths. He reached down and grabbed one of her dangling tits in his hand, caressing it gently. He must have been feeling bolder as he said, “Keep sucking, deeper.”

Lena obliged. She forced his cock down her throat. Gagged on it. Wiggled her ass while she did it just to turn him on even more. She looked up at him and saw him looking down at her with his eyes inflamed with greedy lust. When was the last time someone had sucked his cock? With a flick of his wrist he pulled her top up and exposed her tits. He had one in each hand now, squeezing and touching them while she sucked. When she took him down her throat he pulled on her hard nipples, just enough to make her moan around his cock.

Just when she thought he was going to cum she pulled off his cock and started licking his balls. Long, slow licks while he moaned and groped her. How she hoped a blow job would be enough. Lena was prepared to fuck him, but she really would have preferred not to. Even as wet as she was, and she was nearly dripping down her thighs, it would have been so degrading. After his balls were thoroughly licked she looked up at him with her most submissive expression and asked, “Do you want to cum, sir?”

He looked at her with a frantic need, “Yes, yes!”

“Where do you want cum, sir?” she asked him in between licks on his cock.

“In your mouth. Quickly!”

Lena could hear the desperation in his voice, he wasn’t going to last much longer. She wrapped her mouth around his cock and jerked his cock with her hand. He moaned so loudly she was afraid the whole building might hear him. He shot a huge load into her mouth; she was stunned at how much he erupted. Shot after shot threatened to overwhelm her. Somehow Lena managed to keep every drop in her mouth. As a final act of submission she looked right up at him as she gulped it down, and then kissed the tip of his cock.

Carefully, she stood up as he put zipped up his pants. The shame was plain all over his face. “Now professor,” Lena leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “about my grade.”

           The professor was silent for a long time. Lena stayed there, her tits exposed, leaning on him. Finally, he spoke back into her ear, “

           “Lena, I would love to pass you. If only…” he trailed off and Lena prepared herself for more humiliation, “you would just study.”

           “Now kindly leave my office,” as he spoke he stood up abruptly, “I have a lot of work to do.” He turned away from her and began to study his bookshelf.

           Lena was dumbstruck. The taste of his cum was still thick on her tongue. Embarrassed, she pulled her top down. “Are you serious professor? Even after-?”

           “Yes Lena, even after. I made no promises. Now let’s see how your grades are at the end of the semester shall we? Put some work in, and maybe we’ll see if there’s something I can do for you in a few weeks.”

           “But professor!”

           “No,” he said firmly, “Come back in a few weeks. Let’s see if you can do it without…that, first. Now please leave before I change my mind and fail you right now.”

           Red-faced, Lena turned to flee the office. Before she could the professor said one last thing to her, “Just in case, next time, make sure you’re shaven Lena. Down there. I’m not sure you’ll be able to pass otherwise.” With that, Lena left.

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Lena Gets Worked Over

           My buddy and I first noticed Lena when we were asking ourselves which of the two of us had invited her to the party. It turned out neither of us had, but there she was. It seemed to us that she was a wallflower; if she talked to anyone the entire time she was there I did not notice it. But she was quiet, cute, and did not bother anybody so we let it slide. Once a month my friend I threw a party, regular parties were something we had always wanted to do and now, by our mid-thirties, finally could. I noticed Lena right away. First, because I was pretty sure I had no idea who she was. Second, because she seemed painfully shy for the crowd we usually invited. Third, because she was hot. I have a type and she hit it: a shade over 5 foot unless I missed the mark, red hair contrasted against her green eyes, and tits of a quality that is very difficult to hide despite her modest clothes.

           I was too busy hosting to say to her that first time, but my friend had noticed her too. We spent the day after at work idly speculating about who she was. My buddy joked that she was probably just some fresh-out-of-college virgin just trying to figure out what to do with her life. “You know the type, painfully bookish, never had a social life, spent college buried in the stacks and avoiding all the unhealthy male attention she attracted,” he said to me. I didn’t say this to him, but there was another way that type could go. A drastically different way. I wondered which one the strange, shy girl at the party was, and I told myself I was going to find out.

           At the next party she showed up an hour after it began and grabbed herself a beer. I let her get settled in before I sauntered over. I spent the time since I last saw her thinking about my approach, and what my friend had said about how she looked. She seemed shy, but thinking back, also like she was waiting for something. There was something familiar in the way she held herself. It was as though she was scared, but that she wanted to be scared. I admit that I might have been reading too much into it. However, I had decided how I was going to approach her. If you asked me to explain it to you, I couldn’t, but I had a strong feeling I knew exactly what she wanted at this party of strangers.

           I walked up to her and looked down at her and she cowered a little bit. I was, admittedly, uncomfortably close. She looked up at me with her big, green eyes and I realized just how tiny she was in comparison to me. I was easily more than a foot taller than her. Leaning in very close, I whispered into her ear, “Nod if you’re enjoying yourself.” I could see her tremble slightly, but she nodded. Now, I placed my hand on her thigh, her skirt easily brushed aside. She drew a sharp breath.

           “Tell me your name,” I said as a stroked her thigh, I could now feel her violently trembling. Felt like I was on the right track.

           “Lena,” she whispered.

           “Okay Lena, I want to take this somewhere more private. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You’re going to follow me. Nod if you understand.” I could see her hesitate, but then, almost without moving her head at all, she nodded. I let go of her thigh and wandered over to the bathroom. I felt drunk and not from drinking. The rush of being so direct with her, of it paying off, was going right to my head. As I walked to the second floor, my thoughts were racing; I had no idea how far I was going to take this. What wouldn’t she do? Fuck it, I was going to find out. I was going to push her as far as I could and see where this ended up. My desire to dominate her was overwhelming my common sense. What was worse, I knew it was happening and I didn’t care. If I didn’t get what I wanted out of her tonight I would live with it. But I was going to try.

           I heard Lena padding behind me. No one saw us go into my bedroom; at least I think no one did. We entered my bathroom. I shut the door behind us and locked it for good measure. Lena stood with her back to me. She looked so small. I came up behind her, lifted her shirt, and grabbed her tits. I squeezed them in my hands, hard. Gasping in pain, she never told me to stop. Quickly, I stripped her top and bra off, leaving her chest exposed. I turned her around and saw how red-faced she was. She had huge, pale, pink nipples capping her tits, which seemed all the larger on her tiny frame. I grabbed and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. For the first time that night she spoke, her voice was small and afraid, “What do you want from me?”

           “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. On the floor. I’m going to take what I want from you. And nothing is going to stop me.” A small gasp came from her after she heard that. Lena looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t wait. With a strength she could not oppose I threw her to the floor. She yelped as she hit the rug. I could see the fear in her eyes. I wondered if I misread her. Maybe I was taking it too far? But she was too enticing. Seeing her trembling on the ground, half-naked and afraid, was too much for me. I had to have her. I put my weight on her. I tore her panties off. I lined my painfully hard cock up with her pussy. It was slick, so wet it was practically dripping.

           “Just don’t cum in me,” she whispered, “please?”

           I didn’t answer her before I sank my dick into her slowly, savoring every moment as I inched inside. When I bottomed out she gasped and turned away from me, shamefaced.  Tears welled in her eyes. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I used my hands to force her to look at me. “What’s the matter you dumb cunt? Are you not getting what you wanted?”

           That did it. I felt her quiver and shake as an orgasm rocked her. Her face burned crimson. I drank in her humiliation as I used her. “Answer the question whore.”

           “Not,” she said in between gasps, “not like this. I don’t want this. You made me.”

           “Shut the fuck up,” I said, giving her a slap that left her clutching her face in shock, “I didn’t ‘make’ you do anything. You wanted this you worthless slut.”

           She feebly tried to object, but she was cut short when she came yet again. “See? Your cunt doesn’t lie, even if you do.” She shook her head no. Her denials were meaningless. She was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I was going to take what I wanted from her. Dominating her like this was pushing me closer and closer.

           “Hey cunt,” I said, “look at me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. I reached down and pulled on one of her stiff nipples, hard. I pulled until I thought I might pull it off. The pain left her gulping air as she suppressed a scream. “I’ll do the other one unless you fucking look at me.” I was so close. She looked up at me with her wet, green eyes. She was so ashamed, so hurt, and so pathetic. It sent me over the edge.

           “I’m fucking cumming. Right in your worthless cunt.” That put some fight into her. She started pushing at me, yelling that she didn’t want that, pleading with me to pull out. With ease, I pinned her to the floor. I finished draining myself deep inside her. She looked at me so angrily. Looking right into her eyes I said, “I don’t give a shit what you want whore.” I pulled out and I could see my cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. She lay there, not moving.

           “I asked you to not do that,” she said, her voice full of resentment.

           I look down at her, “I still don’t care.” An evil idea occurred to me. Seeing her on the ground, I couldn’t help but want to humiliate her more. Just as I said when this had started, I was going to see how far I could take it. I put my foot on her shoulder, pinning her down. She looked up at me, her anger still visible. Without warning, I told her “Open wide,” and I started to piss into her mouth. She sputtered when the first drops hit her tongue, violently shaking her head and trying to get out of the way, but she couldn’t move with my weight pinning her down. Some of it soaked her, face, her chest, her hair. It went everywhere. After a few moments, to my amazement, she opened her mouth back up and started trying to swallow it. She got as much of it down as she could. Of all the things I expected from this dumb cunt, being a willing toilet was not one of them. “Good lord you are fucking disgusting. Do you know that?” I said as I shook off onto her.

           Lena didn’t say anything at first. She just lay on the floor, looking ashamed, with tears slowly leaking from her eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that to me,” she muttered, when she finally broke her silence. “How could you treat me like this?”

           “Shut up whore. You fucking loved it.”

           “I didn’t.”

           I reached down and touched her clit. The barest rub of it send her over the edge. She moaned as she came. “Stop fucking lying.”

           “I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to cum in me,” she said resentfully.

           “Keep whining and I’ll do it again cunt.” She was quiet after that.

           “Now then get yourself cleaned up,” I said as I gave her a small kick, “you’re fucking disgusting.”

           I sat on my bed waiting for her to finish showering. She was pretty quick about it. She came out, dressed. How her clothes were still wearable was beyond me, but there they were. Before she could get past me I had her over my knee. Without warning, I shoved my thumb into her ass. She yelped and begged me to take it out. As I held her there I said, “Here’s what’s going to happen Lena. You’re going to go back to the party. You’re going to tell no one about this. You’re going to come back next month, and we’re going to see what happens. Finally, you’re going to suck my thumb clean. You can do it because you want to, or you can do it because I’m going to make you. Which is it?”

           She whispered something so inaudible I couldn’t hear it. “Louder cunt.”

           “I’ll suck it clean.”

           “Good girl.” She flinched when I said that, but she obediently got off my lap and sucked me clean, groaning with disgust as she did it. As she sucked, I realized I could not wait to see her again next month.

[princessdollypumpkin]

would you believe this story was written for me? #truth

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Lena Gets What’s Coming to Her

Lena sat in her car and wondered how her life had gotten so fucked. It took every ounce of her willpower to even drive herself to the party. After the last time she had gone home and rubbed her slit until she felt like it was going to fall off. She had stopped counting after she had cum 10 times. The memory of his warm piss, feeling the cum he forced her to take dripping out of her, how hard she had cum as he used her; it all made her want to touch herself uncontrollably even as she hated herself for how much she was enjoying her memories of the night.

A few days before the party Lena’s phone buzzed with text messages. People were getting pumped to see each other again. Lena engaged as little as possible. The man who had raped her the last time was acting as though nothing had happened. He had the audacity to text her to ask if she was coming over this month. She did not say yes, and she did not say no. He acted like nothing had happened between them. It infuriated her. How could he act like he had not used her and then threw her away like she was garbage? She intended to show up to the next party and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe let everyone at the party know what an abusive asshole he was. That would be a righteous thing to do, and maybe give her some closure.

But now that the day had arrived Lena felt glued to her car seat. She could not muster the strength to leave her car. Her stomach felt like it was trying to leave her body. Her heart thundered in her ears. There was no way she could face him. Instead of leaving, Lena reached for some liquid courage. The first pull on the bottle was bracing and it shocked her out of her funk. She took another. And then another. With every one she felt her anger building. She was going to go inside, make a scene, and then leave in triumph with everyone knowing what he was. He was going to find out exactly what she was.

When she got inside at first she could not find him. The first time Lena stumbled she worried she might have been more drunk than she thought. She sat down heavily upon the couch. Her thoughts and anger were clouded. Maybe coming inside was a bad idea. It was time to get out of here. She pulled out phone and started to call a cab. Suddenly, it was snatched out of her drunken hands. Lena looked up and there he was, holding her phone and looming over her. “Good to see you girl, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

Wordlessly, Lena snatched at her phone, but her reflexes were too slow, he easily kept it out of her reach. She mumbled about him giving it back, but the words barely made sense. He laughed in her face. The same laugh he made when he forced his cum into her. It made her see red. He chortled as she lunged at him again. She missed again. He leaned in very close and whispered, “If you want it you have to catch me, cunt” he mocked her with his voice.

Without thinking Lena charged after him as he danced his way up the stairs. Her brain did not catch up to what her body was doing before she was already up the stairs. Powerful hands gripped her and lifted her up. She was heaved over someone’s shoulder. Drunkenly, she tried to struggle. She kicked. She flailed. She beat her hands against the broad back of her captor. It was all for nothing. All the while, his laughter taunted her. Without ceremony he dumped her painfully to the floor. He put his foot on her chest. The weight was just on the edge of painful, barely constraining her breathing, but keeping her firmly in place as she squirmed and tried to get away. The fear she felt was sobering her up, she began to realize just how weak and powerless she was.

After she finally slumped in defeat, he spoke, “You get that out of your system cunt? You know I didn’t think you’d actually show up this time. You must really want some more of my dick you thirsty whore.” He was playing with her phone while he taunted her.

“No, you’re horrible,” her voice was hoarse and strained, “I just want to leave. Give me my phone.”

“Oh no whore, I can’t let you leave as drunk as you are. You might get raped in a cab, or worse! It would be irresponsible of me to let you go like this,” his smile as he spoke was wide, and venomous, and dangerous. “I’m going to take my foot off you know. I expect you to stay on the floor or you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

Lena hated herself for doing it, but she nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” the words burned in her ears. He took his foot off of her. She took in a deep breath. Glaring up at him was the most harmful thing she could do so she did it.

“Aw what’s the matter whore, didn’t you enjoy your last visit? You look so cute when you’re mad.” Effortlessly, he reached down and lifted her to her feet, and then threw her over his shoulder again before she could utter a word. He walked her over to his bed and threw her face down upon it.

“Lena, I think you need a reminding of what you are,” as he spoke he stripped her loose fitting pants off, taking her panties with them. Finding herself naked from the waist down was a fresh humiliation, compounding how weak and powerless she felt in his presence. She tried to voice an objection, but all the air rushed out of her lungs when the first blow landed on her ass. The pain was shocking, stinging, degrading, and unexpected. He hit her again. And again. And again. Each lash rocked her body forcefully. Lena quickly lost count of how many times he had hit her, and within minutes she dissolved into a blubbering, quivering, begging mess.

“Oh god please stop,” she begged as she wept, “Please. Please!” She begged him over and over again but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He beat her ass under it felt like one giant bruise and her voice was gone. Without warning, he slid his fingers deep inside her. She gasped at the intrusion. To her shame, she was incredibly wet and he fingered her with ease. The humiliation of being so turned on from his savage beating was almost too much for Lena to bear.

“What a nasty, wet whore you are. Listen up cunt. You’re going to crawl over to me,” his words were hollow and deep. He spoke with a tone that brooked no objection. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied. And if you don’t do you very, very best to please me, not only will I start beating your ass again, I’ll make sure every fucking man in this house gets his turn with you and your dripping wet hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Lena managed to whisper.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get your fat ass on the floor.”

With what little strength she had left Lena heaved herself to the ground and then, humiliatingly, crawled on her hands and knees over to him. She looked up at his face and wished she had not. It was twisted with a look of lust and power, seeing him gaze down at her nearly made her flinch. She fumbled a bit with his pants. He gave her a sharp slap, called her a “dumb whore,” and then moved to take his cock out. She looked at it with apprehension, her cheek still stinging from the slap.

“Start sucking you worthless cunt. Now.” He raised his hand to strike her again so she quickly wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking. She felt so completely worthless as she licked his shaft, and then his balls. He was a bit sweaty, and the bitter, sour taste of him filled her mouth as he sighed with pleasure. With his voice and with his hands he guided her mouth where he wanted her. First, sucking him deep, and then lapping at his balls, then back to sucking him. He used her mouth this way for what felt like an eternity. Her jaw started to ache, but he showed no signs of letting up. Finally, he placed her head in a powerful grip and began fucking her throat. No man had ever done this to Lena before, and she could hardly take it. She gagged on his cock loudly, and retched until she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Somehow, she managed to keep herself from doing that at least. Lena pounded her fist on his thighs, hoping to make him stop, but he kept forcing his cock down her throat until he mercifully pulled out.

His fist was a blur as her jerked himself, his cock pointed right at her face. She realized with horror what he was about to do, and before she could ask him not to the first shot of his cum splashed on her face. Some of it got into her eye, stinging and burning. She felt rope after rope of his hot, disgusting, and sticky cum splash onto her face. It felt like he was coating her with it. This was the first time a man had ever done something so degrading to her, and she wanted to die of shame. How could he use her like a rag like this? The only small comfort she felt was in hoping he was done with her. Then she felt him pick her up again. Her eyes were still firmly shut and she had no idea where he was taking her. Without warning he dropped her into a cold bathtub, the hard surface made her yelp with pain when it hit her.

“What are you doing?” she finally dared to ask.

“Shut the fuck up toilet.” No, Lena thought, he was not going to do that to her again. Her hopes were dashed when she felt the first warm trickle hit her face. Keeping her mouth firmly shut she squealed her disapproval at what he was doing. She felt the warm, thick liquid wash away all the cum on her face, but it got everywhere: it her hair, soaked into her shirt, all over her body. When the disgusting stream finally ended she felt him shake off a few more drops right onto her face. Lena only now dared to wipe the foulness off of her face, open her eyes and look up at him.

“Why did you do this to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper, “I don’t deserve it.”

“I did it because I don’t give a fuck about you, or what you want you stupid cunt. The only reason you’re not on my bed having every man at this party take his turn with you right now is that I’m not ready to share your fat ass yet.”

“My ass isn’t fat,” Lena pouted.

“Your ass is disgustingly huge, just like your fat tits,” he said as he reached down to painfully tweak one of her nipples. “Now, you’ve left tub is a mess so I expect you to lick it clean. And if you say one fucking word I will throw you out onto the street just like this and leave you to fucking walk home.” There was no way she’d make it home, no phone, covered in a man’s piss. He loomed over her and she could see on his face he was serious. That look frightened her. Under his watchful eye she lapped up all of the foul, acrid piss in the tub. When she was done she looked up at him.

He reached down to pat her on the head, another burning humiliation in a night full of them. “What a good girl you are,” he spoke like she was dog, “now you get yourself cleaned up and get the fuck out of here. I put my number in your phone, so you can expect texts from me pig.”

With great speed Lena cleaned herself up. Thankfully, he gave her an oversized, nearly sheer shirt to wear. People might notice she was leaving in something so revealing, but she had no choice. As she fled to her car, her pussy was driving her mad. She could not remember the last time she had been so wet. A moment after sitting down her hand was furiously rubbing her clit and she brought herself to a shattering, overwhelming climax. One followed another as she came over and over again in her car, not caring might see her, as she thought about every moment of her humiliation that night.

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Lena Is Trapped

Lena’s phone buzzed. Lately it seemed the only messages she got were from him, and today was no exception. “Meet me outside, cumdump, you’ve got 5 minutes.” Just to compound her humiliation he sent along a picture of her on her knees, with his cum all over her face. It was a threat. She knew it was a threat. But it was not one Lena could afford to ignore. Even though she was in the middle of a lecture she had no choice. She packed up her bag and left. Predicting something like this might happen, she had started taking seats towards the back of her classes so she could leave without disruption. It burned at her to see how she was changing her life in small ways just to accommodate his insatiable desire to humiliate and use her, but change her life she did.

She shuffled out of the room, holding her too-short skirt (worn on his instructions (even on days she did not know if she would see him)) down, hoping that no one would turn and see her uncovered ass as she left the lecture auditorium. Apparently making her wear the skimpiest skirts she owned was not enough for him, he had to deny her panties as well. “Makes you more accessible” he told her when he gave the order. Her mouth was full of his cock at the time, not that she could have changed his mind anyway. Lena just glared up at him as he smiled down at her, seeming to admire her before he spit in her face and called her a worthless cunt.

Before her days and nights were defined by class work, or seeing her friends, maybe the occasional date. Now her social life was in ruins, her time mandated to be free so that she could be available to him whenever he needed to get off, or to piss, or just to slap her around. Her entire life was being consumed by him, and the longer she spent with him the harder it was to see a way out. Brick-by-brick, picture-by-picture, video-by-video, he was making a prison and she was trapped within it. Which was why, now, despite her grades slipping and probably needing to stay the whole lecture, she was headed out of class to meet him.

Impatience was written all over his face. It was a bad sign. “I’m sorry, I got here as quickly as I could,” Lena said, her voice soft and pleading. Experience taught her that not being sorry, even for the tiniest thing, was an easy way to be brutally punished. He grunted and did not say anything. Instead he wrapped his fingers around her arm and painfully pulled her along. His grip was like steel. She stumbled along, half-walking, half-dragged, as he led her to the nearest men’s room. Her heart sank when she saw which one it was. Of course he had brought her to one with stalls, not one of the individual restrooms that locked. Lena tried to imagine how many men had glimpsed her on her knees in some campus bathroom or other. It was surely too many to count by now. She hated the shame she felt at the thought. More, she hated more how wet the shame made her. Without hesitating, she dropped to her knees once the stall door was closed and he took a seat.

“You are such an obedient little toilet,” he said as he looked down at her, “take off your shirt I want you to jerk me off with your tits.” Suppressing a sign, Lena did as she was told. He really seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable it made her to do that. Where once her boobs had been a way to get attention, or just something to show off, now they just another thing he used to degrade her. As he had ordered, Lena wrapped her chest around him and started jerking him. “God your tits are so fucking soft,” he said. Right then someone else in the bathroom coughed. Someone must have come in after them. Lena’s pussy twitched when she heard it. Knowing someone else was hearing her be humiliated like this made her shudder.

“Hey don’t worry bro, when I’m done with her she’s all yours,” hearing those words mad Lena twitch again, more violently. She glared at him. How could he suggest sharing her with others, did he think she was just some thing to be passed around?

If he saw her shock and anger it he did not acknowledge it in any way. He simply said, “Start sucking.” Lena quickly took his cock into her mouth and just hoped he was joking about trying to share her.

Another voice spoke up, “She any good at it?” It sounded like it was coming from right behind her. The voice was so close it could have belonged to someone in the stall with them. Lena could feel her heart pounding so loudly in her chest as she struggled to focus on sucking the cock in front of her.

“Oh yeah bro she’s great,” he said while he squeezed her tits, “when I’m done you should give her a shot. She’s had loads of practice. Now be a good cunt and lick my balls.” Lena started lapping at his balls with long, wide strokes of her tongue. She knew by now how he liked her to do it. It took all her willpower to ignore the conversation that was going on around her.

“I mean if you’re cool with it,” the other voice said.

“Hell yeah man, it’s all she’s fucking good for, might as well make the most of her.”

That was too much for Lena. There was no way she was going to be used by a stranger. Then, before she could say a word he pulled her back by her hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. He had his hands solidly on her head, so she could not even take his cock out and object. All she could manage was a muffled protest. Hearing even that meager resistance he gave her a sharp smack. Then he plunged himself even deeper into her throat, making her gag horribly around his cock. He held himself there, deep in her throat, choking off her air until she felt she was going to pass out. Mercifully before that happened he pulled out. As Lena struggled to catch her breath and stop her world from spinning, he shot his load all over her face. She could feel rope after rope of thick, warm cum as it got everywhere, in her hair, in her eyes. Involuntarily, she squealed with displeasure.

“Oh I’m sorry whore, does my cum bother you?” He asked, his voice filled with venom.

“No, no it doesn’t. I love it! You know I love it!” She pleaded. She just didn’t want him to hurt her.

“Here. Let me help.” Lena felt him pull her forward, and then without warning he plunged her forward into the toilet. He held her under the water until her lungs burned and everything in her cried out for air. Then he pulled her out. She took a deep breath and then he forced her head down again. The water splashed as she struggled and flailed. When he pulled her out again she pathetically pleaded with him to stop. Not a sound came from him. He held her neck against the bowl’s cold rim.

Suddenly, she felt a warm stream splashing against her face. Some of it trickled into the toilet below her after it got on her face, in her mouth, down her back. Past experience meant she knew exactly what was happening, he was getting the last of his pleasure today by pissing all over her. Finally, he spoke as he continued urinating on her, “There you go toilet, nice and clean. Getting all that nasty cum off you. What do you say?”

Lena sputtered as she spoke, “Thank you sir. Thank you so much.”

“There’s a good girl,” he said as he shook the last drops off onto her. She heard him zip up and open the stall door. Lena stayed on her knees, half her clothes dripping wet, hugging the bowl. He opened the stall door. “Alright bro. If you want a turn, she’s all yours.” He turned to her and said, “Now Lena you be as good a girl for him as you were for me.”

Lena looked up and saw the face of one of her acquaintances from class. Someone she had traded notes with occasionally. His face was filled with disgust. And also something else. Too late, Lena saw what he intended. She started to plead with him as he stepped into the stall. Her begging did not even make him hesitate. He shut the door. He locked it. He unzipped his fly. And then Lena was at his mercy. She tried not to think about how her cunt was so wet it she could feel it running down her legs.

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He loomed over her. Reaching down, he forced her mouth open with his hands. Painfully, he moved her head until the tip of his filthy cock was between her lips. “You better swallow it all, whore, or you’ll be sorry.” That was all he said before he unleashed a nasty, pungent stream of his piss onto her tongue. The taste made Lena want to heave, but she was powerless in his grip. With no choice she swallowed it all, the flavor searing itself onto her tongue. Some of it dribbled out of her mouth and onto her clothes. The smell of the revolting stuff filled her nose. When he was finally done he let out a contented sigh of relief. His face reflected his relief and bliss while Lena was still trying her best to get her roiling stomach under control. She looked up and him, and he looked down at her, she could not see what he was thinking. Hope welled up inside her, maybe he was done. Maybe he would just go. Maybe she could leave.

           Lena opened her mouth to ask if she could go, but just as she was about to his cock started to harden. “Start licking my balls you fucking slut.” The day had been hot, and she could see he was slick with sweat. The first lick was just as foul as she feared. The salty, acrid taste filled her mouth. She wondered how much abuse would her tongue have to endure before this day was over? He did not let her budge until her tongue had cleaned him thoroughly. Then her ordered her to start sucking his cock. He was not very long, but his cock was thick and her lips strained to wrap around it. Lena’s jaw ached. Sucking him was hard work, and she was so tired. Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth. “God you can’t even suck a dick right. Fucking worthless. Turn around.”

           Lena was afraid for him to find out how wet she was. The humiliation of him knowing just how much she her pussy was betraying her almost made her want to start pleading with him to let her go again. Something in his voice and in his face told her it was a bad idea. The look in his eyes was dangerous. She turned around. He flipped up her too short skirt and mocked her for not wearing panties. “Reach back and spread your ass.” Now she was exposed, on her knees, and in a men’s room stall all for a stranger. He ran his fingers around her pussy. There was no way he could not feel how wet she was, she was practically dripping down her legs. Lena’s face burned with shame. Without warning, she felt his thick cock probing her ass. Panic overtook her.

           “Please don’t. Please! I’ll suck you better. Just not that!” She was in the middle of begging he forced her face into the toilet. The cold water filled her nose, her mouth, she could barely hear him when he said, “Shut the fuck up!” He held her there until her lungs burned. Until she really thought he was going to drown her in a toilet. Just as she was about to inhale a lungful of the water he pulled her out. While she was gasping for breath he started to force his cock into her ass. The pain shot through her. She screamed with what little air she had in her lungs before he clamps his meaty hands over her mouth. Bit by excruciating bit he pushed his cock into her ass, sometimes stopping to spit to add some lubrication.

When he let go of her mouth she started to scream again. He did not like that. With irresistible strength he pushed her face back underwater. He held her there while he started fucking her ass. After he let her up for air Lena was too weak to struggle. She supported herself on the toilet, whimpering, shaking, and crying while he rammed his thick cock in and out of her burning ass. Every minute with his cock inside her felt like an hour. The pain almost made her black out. Finally, with a loud moan he shot his cum inside her. Lena agonizingly felt every pulse of his cock. When he pulled out she could feel his cum dribbling out of her. As a final humiliation, he took her long hair in his hand and wiped his cock clean with it. The cum, and worse, splattered all over her when he was finished. He said, “You know you’re fucking disgusting right? You really should work on that.” With that, he turned and left Lena in a heap on the floor of the bathroom, too weak to even begin cleaning herself up. She prayed no one came in until she could. Slowly, her hand drifted to her clit. One touch set her off. Lena hated that, but it did not stop her from touching herself.

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Lena Gets Worked Over

           My buddy and I first noticed Lena when we were asking ourselves which of the two of us had invited her to the party. It turned out neither of us had, but there she was. It seemed to us that she was a wallflower; if she talked to anyone the entire time she was there I did not notice it. But she was quiet, cute, and did not bother anybody so we let it slide. Once a month my friend I threw a party, regular parties were something we had always wanted to do and now, by our mid-thirties, finally could. I noticed Lena right away. First, because I was pretty sure I had no idea who she was. Second, because she seemed painfully shy for the crowd we usually invited. Third, because she was hot. I have a type and she hit it: a shade over 5 foot unless I missed the mark, red hair contrasted against her green eyes, and tits of a quality that is very difficult to hide despite her modest clothes.

           I was too busy hosting to say to her that first time, but my friend had noticed her too. We spent the day after at work idly speculating about who she was. My buddy joked that she was probably just some fresh-out-of-college virgin just trying to figure out what to do with her life. “You know the type, painfully bookish, never had a social life, spent college buried in the stacks and avoiding all the unhealthy male attention she attracted,” he said to me. I didn’t say this to him, but there was another way that type could go. A drastically different way. I wondered which one the strange, shy girl at the party was, and I told myself I was going to find out.

           At the next party she showed up an hour after it began and grabbed herself a beer. I let her get settled in before I sauntered over. I spent the time since I last saw her thinking about my approach, and what my friend had said about how she looked. She seemed shy, but thinking back, also like she was waiting for something. There was something familiar in the way she held herself. It was as though she was scared, but that she wanted to be scared. I admit that I might have been reading too much into it. However, I had decided how I was going to approach her. If you asked me to explain it to you, I couldn’t, but I had a strong feeling I knew exactly what she wanted at this party of strangers.

           I walked up to her and looked down at her and she cowered a little bit. I was, admittedly, uncomfortably close. She looked up at me with her big, green eyes and I realized just how tiny she was in comparison to me. I was easily more than a foot taller than her. Leaning in very close, I whispered into her ear, “Nod if you’re enjoying yourself.” I could see her tremble slightly, but she nodded. Now, I placed my hand on her thigh, her skirt easily brushed aside. She drew a sharp breath.

           “Tell me your name,” I said as a stroked her thigh, I could now feel her violently trembling. Felt like I was on the right track.

           “Lena,” she whispered.

           “Okay Lena, I want to take this somewhere more private. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You’re going to follow me. Nod if you understand.” I could see her hesitate, but then, almost without moving her head at all, she nodded. I let go of her thigh and wandered over to the bathroom. I felt drunk and not from drinking. The rush of being so direct with her, of it paying off, was going right to my head. As I walked to the second floor, my thoughts were racing; I had no idea how far I was going to take this. What wouldn’t she do? Fuck it, I was going to find out. I was going to push her as far as I could and see where this ended up. My desire to dominate her was overwhelming my common sense. What was worse, I knew it was happening and I didn’t care. If I didn’t get what I wanted out of her tonight I would live with it. But I was going to try.

           I heard Lena padding behind me. No one saw us go into my bedroom; at least I think no one did. We entered my bathroom. I shut the door behind us and locked it for good measure. Lena stood with her back to me. She looked so small. I came up behind her, lifted her shirt, and grabbed her tits. I squeezed them in my hands, hard. Gasping in pain, she never told me to stop. Quickly, I stripped her top and bra off, leaving her chest exposed. I turned her around and saw how red-faced she was. She had huge, pale, pink nipples capping her tits, which seemed all the larger on her tiny frame. I grabbed and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. For the first time that night she spoke, her voice was small and afraid, “What do you want from me?”

           “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. On the floor. I’m going to take what I want from you. And nothing is going to stop me.” A small gasp came from her after she heard that. Lena looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t wait. With a strength she could not oppose I threw her to the floor. She yelped as she hit the rug. I could see the fear in her eyes. I wondered if I misread her. Maybe I was taking it too far? But she was too enticing. Seeing her trembling on the ground, half-naked and afraid, was too much for me. I had to have her. I put my weight on her. I tore her panties off. I lined my painfully hard cock up with her pussy. It was slick, so wet it was practically dripping.

           “Just don’t cum in me,” she whispered, “please?”

           I didn’t answer her before I sank my dick into her slowly, savoring every moment as I inched inside. When I bottomed out she gasped and turned away from me, shamefaced.  Tears welled in her eyes. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I used my hands to force her to look at me. “What’s the matter you dumb cunt? Are you not getting what you wanted?”

           That did it. I felt her quiver and shake as an orgasm rocked her. Her face burned crimson. I drank in her humiliation as I used her. “Answer the question whore.”

           “Not,” she said in between gasps, “not like this. I don’t want this. You made me.”

           “Shut the fuck up,” I said, giving her a slap that left her clutching her face in shock, “I didn’t ‘make’ you do anything. You wanted this you worthless slut.”

           She feebly tried to object, but she was cut short when she came yet again. “See? Your cunt doesn’t lie, even if you do.” She shook her head no. Her denials were meaningless. She was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I was going to take what I wanted from her. Dominating her like this was pushing me closer and closer.

           “Hey cunt,” I said, “look at me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. I reached down and pulled on one of her stiff nipples, hard. I pulled until I thought I might pull it off. The pain left her gulping air as she suppressed a scream. “I’ll do the other one unless you fucking look at me.” I was so close. She looked up at me with her wet, green eyes. She was so ashamed, so hurt, and so pathetic. It sent me over the edge.

           “I’m fucking cumming. Right in your worthless cunt.” That put some fight into her. She started pushing at me, yelling that she didn’t want that, pleading with me to pull out. With ease, I pinned her to the floor. I finished draining myself deep inside her. She looked at me so angrily. Looking right into her eyes I said, “I don’t give a shit what you want whore.” I pulled out and I could see my cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. She lay there, not moving.

           “I asked you to not do that,” she said, her voice full of resentment.

           I look down at her, “I still don’t care.” An evil idea occurred to me. Seeing her on the ground, I couldn’t help but want to humiliate her more. Just as I said when this had started, I was going to see how far I could take it. I put my foot on her shoulder, pinning her down. She looked up at me, her anger still visible. Without warning, I told her “Open wide,” and I started to piss into her mouth. She sputtered when the first drops hit her tongue, violently shaking her head and trying to get out of the way, but she couldn’t move with my weight pinning her down. Some of it soaked her, face, her chest, her hair. It went everywhere. After a few moments, to my amazement, she opened her mouth back up and started trying to swallow it. She got as much of it down as she could. Of all the things I expected from this dumb cunt, being a willing toilet was not one of them. “Good lord you are fucking disgusting. Do you know that?” I said as I shook off onto her.

           Lena didn’t say anything at first. She just lay on the floor, looking ashamed, with tears slowly leaking from her eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that to me,” she muttered, when she finally broke her silence. “How could you treat me like this?”

           “Shut up whore. You fucking loved it.”

           “I didn’t.”

           I reached down and touched her clit. The barest rub of it send her over the edge. She moaned as she came. “Stop fucking lying.”

           “I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to cum in me,” she said resentfully.

           “Keep whining and I’ll do it again cunt.” She was quiet after that.

           “Now then get yourself cleaned up,” I said as I gave her a small kick, “you’re fucking disgusting.”

           I sat on my bed waiting for her to finish showering. She was pretty quick about it. She came out, dressed. How her clothes were still wearable was beyond me, but there they were. Before she could get past me I had her over my knee. Without warning, I shoved my thumb into her ass. She yelped and begged me to take it out. As I held her there I said, “Here’s what’s going to happen Lena. You’re going to go back to the party. You’re going to tell no one about this. You’re going to come back next month, and we’re going to see what happens. Finally, you’re going to suck my thumb clean. You can do it because you want to, or you can do it because I’m going to make you. Which is it?”

           She whispered something so inaudible I couldn’t hear it. “Louder cunt.”

           “I’ll suck it clean.”

           “Good girl.” She flinched when I said that, but she obediently got off my lap and sucked me clean, groaning with disgust as she did it. As she sucked, I realized I could not wait to see her again next month.

[princessdollypumpkin]

would you believe this story was written for me? #truth

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Lena Gets What’s Coming to Her

Lena sat in her car and wondered how her life had gotten so fucked. It took every ounce of her willpower to even drive herself to the party. After the last time she had gone home and rubbed her slit until she felt like it was going to fall off. She had stopped counting after she had cum 10 times. The memory of his warm piss, feeling the cum he forced her to take dripping out of her, how hard she had cum as he used her; it all made her want to touch herself uncontrollably even as she hated herself for how much she was enjoying her memories of the night.

A few days before the party Lena’s phone buzzed with text messages. People were getting pumped to see each other again. Lena engaged as little as possible. The man who had raped her the last time was acting as though nothing had happened. He had the audacity to text her to ask if she was coming over this month. She did not say yes, and she did not say no. He acted like nothing had happened between them. It infuriated her. How could he act like he had not used her and then threw her away like she was garbage? She intended to show up to the next party and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe let everyone at the party know what an abusive asshole he was. That would be a righteous thing to do, and maybe give her some closure.

But now that the day had arrived Lena felt glued to her car seat. She could not muster the strength to leave her car. Her stomach felt like it was trying to leave her body. Her heart thundered in her ears. There was no way she could face him. Instead of leaving, Lena reached for some liquid courage. The first pull on the bottle was bracing and it shocked her out of her funk. She took another. And then another. With every one she felt her anger building. She was going to go inside, make a scene, and then leave in triumph with everyone knowing what he was. He was going to find out exactly what she was.

When she got inside at first she could not find him. The first time Lena stumbled she worried she might have been more drunk than she thought. She sat down heavily upon the couch. Her thoughts and anger were clouded. Maybe coming inside was a bad idea. It was time to get out of here. She pulled out phone and started to call a cab. Suddenly, it was snatched out of her drunken hands. Lena looked up and there he was, holding her phone and looming over her. “Good to see you girl, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

Wordlessly, Lena snatched at her phone, but her reflexes were too slow, he easily kept it out of her reach. She mumbled about him giving it back, but the words barely made sense. He laughed in her face. The same laugh he made when he forced his cum into her. It made her see red. He chortled as she lunged at him again. She missed again. He leaned in very close and whispered, “If you want it you have to catch me, cunt” he mocked her with his voice.

Without thinking Lena charged after him as he danced his way up the stairs. Her brain did not catch up to what her body was doing before she was already up the stairs. Powerful hands gripped her and lifted her up. She was heaved over someone’s shoulder. Drunkenly, she tried to struggle. She kicked. She flailed. She beat her hands against the broad back of her captor. It was all for nothing. All the while, his laughter taunted her. Without ceremony he dumped her painfully to the floor. He put his foot on her chest. The weight was just on the edge of painful, barely constraining her breathing, but keeping her firmly in place as she squirmed and tried to get away. The fear she felt was sobering her up, she began to realize just how weak and powerless she was.

After she finally slumped in defeat, he spoke, “You get that out of your system cunt? You know I didn’t think you’d actually show up this time. You must really want some more of my dick you thirsty whore.” He was playing with her phone while he taunted her.

“No, you’re horrible,” her voice was hoarse and strained, “I just want to leave. Give me my phone.”

“Oh no whore, I can’t let you leave as drunk as you are. You might get raped in a cab, or worse! It would be irresponsible of me to let you go like this,” his smile as he spoke was wide, and venomous, and dangerous. “I’m going to take my foot off you know. I expect you to stay on the floor or you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

Lena hated herself for doing it, but she nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” the words burned in her ears. He took his foot off of her. She took in a deep breath. Glaring up at him was the most harmful thing she could do so she did it.

“Aw what’s the matter whore, didn’t you enjoy your last visit? You look so cute when you’re mad.” Effortlessly, he reached down and lifted her to her feet, and then threw her over his shoulder again before she could utter a word. He walked her over to his bed and threw her face down upon it.

“Lena, I think you need a reminding of what you are,” as he spoke he stripped her loose fitting pants off, taking her panties with them. Finding herself naked from the waist down was a fresh humiliation, compounding how weak and powerless she felt in his presence. She tried to voice an objection, but all the air rushed out of her lungs when the first blow landed on her ass. The pain was shocking, stinging, degrading, and unexpected. He hit her again. And again. And again. Each lash rocked her body forcefully. Lena quickly lost count of how many times he had hit her, and within minutes she dissolved into a blubbering, quivering, begging mess.

“Oh god please stop,” she begged as she wept, “Please. Please!” She begged him over and over again but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He beat her ass under it felt like one giant bruise and her voice was gone. Without warning, he slid his fingers deep inside her. She gasped at the intrusion. To her shame, she was incredibly wet and he fingered her with ease. The humiliation of being so turned on from his savage beating was almost too much for Lena to bear.

“What a nasty, wet whore you are. Listen up cunt. You’re going to crawl over to me,” his words were hollow and deep. He spoke with a tone that brooked no objection. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied. And if you don’t do you very, very best to please me, not only will I start beating your ass again, I’ll make sure every fucking man in this house gets his turn with you and your dripping wet hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Lena managed to whisper.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get your fat ass on the floor.”

With what little strength she had left Lena heaved herself to the ground and then, humiliatingly, crawled on her hands and knees over to him. She looked up at his face and wished she had not. It was twisted with a look of lust and power, seeing him gaze down at her nearly made her flinch. She fumbled a bit with his pants. He gave her a sharp slap, called her a “dumb whore,” and then moved to take his cock out. She looked at it with apprehension, her cheek still stinging from the slap.

“Start sucking you worthless cunt. Now.” He raised his hand to strike her again so she quickly wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking. She felt so completely worthless as she licked his shaft, and then his balls. He was a bit sweaty, and the bitter, sour taste of him filled her mouth as he sighed with pleasure. With his voice and with his hands he guided her mouth where he wanted her. First, sucking him deep, and then lapping at his balls, then back to sucking him. He used her mouth this way for what felt like an eternity. Her jaw started to ache, but he showed no signs of letting up. Finally, he placed her head in a powerful grip and began fucking her throat. No man had ever done this to Lena before, and she could hardly take it. She gagged on his cock loudly, and retched until she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Somehow, she managed to keep herself from doing that at least. Lena pounded her fist on his thighs, hoping to make him stop, but he kept forcing his cock down her throat until he mercifully pulled out.

His fist was a blur as her jerked himself, his cock pointed right at her face. She realized with horror what he was about to do, and before she could ask him not to the first shot of his cum splashed on her face. Some of it got into her eye, stinging and burning. She felt rope after rope of his hot, disgusting, and sticky cum splash onto her face. It felt like he was coating her with it. This was the first time a man had ever done something so degrading to her, and she wanted to die of shame. How could he use her like a rag like this? The only small comfort she felt was in hoping he was done with her. Then she felt him pick her up again. Her eyes were still firmly shut and she had no idea where he was taking her. Without warning he dropped her into a cold bathtub, the hard surface made her yelp with pain when it hit her.

“What are you doing?” she finally dared to ask.

“Shut the fuck up toilet.” No, Lena thought, he was not going to do that to her again. Her hopes were dashed when she felt the first warm trickle hit her face. Keeping her mouth firmly shut she squealed her disapproval at what he was doing. She felt the warm, thick liquid wash away all the cum on her face, but it got everywhere: it her hair, soaked into her shirt, all over her body. When the disgusting stream finally ended she felt him shake off a few more drops right onto her face. Lena only now dared to wipe the foulness off of her face, open her eyes and look up at him.

“Why did you do this to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper, “I don’t deserve it.”

“I did it because I don’t give a fuck about you, or what you want you stupid cunt. The only reason you’re not on my bed having every man at this party take his turn with you right now is that I’m not ready to share your fat ass yet.”

“My ass isn’t fat,” Lena pouted.

“Your ass is disgustingly huge, just like your fat tits,” he said as he reached down to painfully tweak one of her nipples. “Now, you’ve left tub is a mess so I expect you to lick it clean. And if you say one fucking word I will throw you out onto the street just like this and leave you to fucking walk home.” There was no way she’d make it home, no phone, covered in a man’s piss. He loomed over her and she could see on his face he was serious. That look frightened her. Under his watchful eye she lapped up all of the foul, acrid piss in the tub. When she was done she looked up at him.

He reached down to pat her on the head, another burning humiliation in a night full of them. “What a good girl you are,” he spoke like she was dog, “now you get yourself cleaned up and get the fuck out of here. I put my number in your phone, so you can expect texts from me pig.”

With great speed Lena cleaned herself up. Thankfully, he gave her an oversized, nearly sheer shirt to wear. People might notice she was leaving in something so revealing, but she had no choice. As she fled to her car, her pussy was driving her mad. She could not remember the last time she had been so wet. A moment after sitting down her hand was furiously rubbing her clit and she brought herself to a shattering, overwhelming climax. One followed another as she came over and over again in her car, not caring might see her, as she thought about every moment of her humiliation that night.

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Lena Is Trapped

Lena’s phone buzzed. Lately it seemed the only messages she got were from him, and today was no exception. “Meet me outside, cumdump, you’ve got 5 minutes.” Just to compound her humiliation he sent along a picture of her on her knees, with his cum all over her face. It was a threat. She knew it was a threat. But it was not one Lena could afford to ignore. Even though she was in the middle of a lecture she had no choice. She packed up her bag and left. Predicting something like this might happen, she had started taking seats towards the back of her classes so she could leave without disruption. It burned at her to see how she was changing her life in small ways just to accommodate his insatiable desire to humiliate and use her, but change her life she did.

She shuffled out of the room, holding her too-short skirt (worn on his instructions (even on days she did not know if she would see him)) down, hoping that no one would turn and see her uncovered ass as she left the lecture auditorium. Apparently making her wear the skimpiest skirts she owned was not enough for him, he had to deny her panties as well. “Makes you more accessible” he told her when he gave the order. Her mouth was full of his cock at the time, not that she could have changed his mind anyway. Lena just glared up at him as he smiled down at her, seeming to admire her before he spit in her face and called her a worthless cunt.

Before her days and nights were defined by class work, or seeing her friends, maybe the occasional date. Now her social life was in ruins, her time mandated to be free so that she could be available to him whenever he needed to get off, or to piss, or just to slap her around. Her entire life was being consumed by him, and the longer she spent with him the harder it was to see a way out. Brick-by-brick, picture-by-picture, video-by-video, he was making a prison and she was trapped within it. Which was why, now, despite her grades slipping and probably needing to stay the whole lecture, she was headed out of class to meet him.

Impatience was written all over his face. It was a bad sign. “I’m sorry, I got here as quickly as I could,” Lena said, her voice soft and pleading. Experience taught her that not being sorry, even for the tiniest thing, was an easy way to be brutally punished. He grunted and did not say anything. Instead he wrapped his fingers around her arm and painfully pulled her along. His grip was like steel. She stumbled along, half-walking, half-dragged, as he led her to the nearest men’s room. Her heart sank when she saw which one it was. Of course he had brought her to one with stalls, not one of the individual restrooms that locked. Lena tried to imagine how many men had glimpsed her on her knees in some campus bathroom or other. It was surely too many to count by now. She hated the shame she felt at the thought. More, she hated more how wet the shame made her. Without hesitating, she dropped to her knees once the stall door was closed and he took a seat.

“You are such an obedient little toilet,” he said as he looked down at her, “take off your shirt I want you to jerk me off with your tits.” Suppressing a sign, Lena did as she was told. He really seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable it made her to do that. Where once her boobs had been a way to get attention, or just something to show off, now they just another thing he used to degrade her. As he had ordered, Lena wrapped her chest around him and started jerking him. “God your tits are so fucking soft,” he said. Right then someone else in the bathroom coughed. Someone must have come in after them. Lena’s pussy twitched when she heard it. Knowing someone else was hearing her be humiliated like this made her shudder.

“Hey don’t worry bro, when I’m done with her she’s all yours,” hearing those words mad Lena twitch again, more violently. She glared at him. How could he suggest sharing her with others, did he think she was just some thing to be passed around?

If he saw her shock and anger it he did not acknowledge it in any way. He simply said, “Start sucking.” Lena quickly took his cock into her mouth and just hoped he was joking about trying to share her.

Another voice spoke up, “She any good at it?” It sounded like it was coming from right behind her. The voice was so close it could have belonged to someone in the stall with them. Lena could feel her heart pounding so loudly in her chest as she struggled to focus on sucking the cock in front of her.

“Oh yeah bro she’s great,” he said while he squeezed her tits, “when I’m done you should give her a shot. She’s had loads of practice. Now be a good cunt and lick my balls.” Lena started lapping at his balls with long, wide strokes of her tongue. She knew by now how he liked her to do it. It took all her willpower to ignore the conversation that was going on around her.

“I mean if you’re cool with it,” the other voice said.

“Hell yeah man, it’s all she’s fucking good for, might as well make the most of her.”

That was too much for Lena. There was no way she was going to be used by a stranger. Then, before she could say a word he pulled her back by her hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. He had his hands solidly on her head, so she could not even take his cock out and object. All she could manage was a muffled protest. Hearing even that meager resistance he gave her a sharp smack. Then he plunged himself even deeper into her throat, making her gag horribly around his cock. He held himself there, deep in her throat, choking off her air until she felt she was going to pass out. Mercifully before that happened he pulled out. As Lena struggled to catch her breath and stop her world from spinning, he shot his load all over her face. She could feel rope after rope of thick, warm cum as it got everywhere, in her hair, in her eyes. Involuntarily, she squealed with displeasure.

“Oh I’m sorry whore, does my cum bother you?” He asked, his voice filled with venom.

“No, no it doesn’t. I love it! You know I love it!” She pleaded. She just didn’t want him to hurt her.

“Here. Let me help.” Lena felt him pull her forward, and then without warning he plunged her forward into the toilet. He held her under the water until her lungs burned and everything in her cried out for air. Then he pulled her out. She took a deep breath and then he forced her head down again. The water splashed as she struggled and flailed. When he pulled her out again she pathetically pleaded with him to stop. Not a sound came from him. He held her neck against the bowl’s cold rim.

Suddenly, she felt a warm stream splashing against her face. Some of it trickled into the toilet below her after it got on her face, in her mouth, down her back. Past experience meant she knew exactly what was happening, he was getting the last of his pleasure today by pissing all over her. Finally, he spoke as he continued urinating on her, “There you go toilet, nice and clean. Getting all that nasty cum off you. What do you say?”

Lena sputtered as she spoke, “Thank you sir. Thank you so much.”

“There’s a good girl,” he said as he shook the last drops off onto her. She heard him zip up and open the stall door. Lena stayed on her knees, half her clothes dripping wet, hugging the bowl. He opened the stall door. “Alright bro. If you want a turn, she’s all yours.” He turned to her and said, “Now Lena you be as good a girl for him as you were for me.”

Lena looked up and saw the face of one of her acquaintances from class. Someone she had traded notes with occasionally. His face was filled with disgust. And also something else. Too late, Lena saw what he intended. She started to plead with him as he stepped into the stall. Her begging did not even make him hesitate. He shut the door. He locked it. He unzipped his fly. And then Lena was at his mercy. She tried not to think about how her cunt was so wet it she could feel it running down her legs.

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Lena Gets Worked Over

           My buddy and I first noticed Lena when we were asking ourselves which of the two of us had invited her to the party. It turned out neither of us had, but there she was. It seemed to us that she was a wallflower; if she talked to anyone the entire time she was there I did not notice it. But she was quiet, cute, and did not bother anybody so we let it slide. Once a month my friend I threw a party, regular parties were something we had always wanted to do and now, by our mid-thirties, finally could. I noticed Lena right away. First, because I was pretty sure I had no idea who she was. Second, because she seemed painfully shy for the crowd we usually invited. Third, because she was hot. I have a type and she hit it: a shade over 5 foot unless I missed the mark, red hair contrasted against her green eyes, and tits of a quality that is very difficult to hide despite her modest clothes.

           I was too busy hosting to say to her that first time, but my friend had noticed her too. We spent the day after at work idly speculating about who she was. My buddy joked that she was probably just some fresh-out-of-college virgin just trying to figure out what to do with her life. “You know the type, painfully bookish, never had a social life, spent college buried in the stacks and avoiding all the unhealthy male attention she attracted,” he said to me. I didn’t say this to him, but there was another way that type could go. A drastically different way. I wondered which one the strange, shy girl at the party was, and I told myself I was going to find out.

           At the next party she showed up an hour after it began and grabbed herself a beer. I let her get settled in before I sauntered over. I spent the time since I last saw her thinking about my approach, and what my friend had said about how she looked. She seemed shy, but thinking back, also like she was waiting for something. There was something familiar in the way she held herself. It was as though she was scared, but that she wanted to be scared. I admit that I might have been reading too much into it. However, I had decided how I was going to approach her. If you asked me to explain it to you, I couldn’t, but I had a strong feeling I knew exactly what she wanted at this party of strangers.

           I walked up to her and looked down at her and she cowered a little bit. I was, admittedly, uncomfortably close. She looked up at me with her big, green eyes and I realized just how tiny she was in comparison to me. I was easily more than a foot taller than her. Leaning in very close, I whispered into her ear, “Nod if you’re enjoying yourself.” I could see her tremble slightly, but she nodded. Now, I placed my hand on her thigh, her skirt easily brushed aside. She drew a sharp breath.

           “Tell me your name,” I said as a stroked her thigh, I could now feel her violently trembling. Felt like I was on the right track.

           “Lena,” she whispered.

           “Okay Lena, I want to take this somewhere more private. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You’re going to follow me. Nod if you understand.” I could see her hesitate, but then, almost without moving her head at all, she nodded. I let go of her thigh and wandered over to the bathroom. I felt drunk and not from drinking. The rush of being so direct with her, of it paying off, was going right to my head. As I walked to the second floor, my thoughts were racing; I had no idea how far I was going to take this. What wouldn’t she do? Fuck it, I was going to find out. I was going to push her as far as I could and see where this ended up. My desire to dominate her was overwhelming my common sense. What was worse, I knew it was happening and I didn’t care. If I didn’t get what I wanted out of her tonight I would live with it. But I was going to try.

           I heard Lena padding behind me. No one saw us go into my bedroom; at least I think no one did. We entered my bathroom. I shut the door behind us and locked it for good measure. Lena stood with her back to me. She looked so small. I came up behind her, lifted her shirt, and grabbed her tits. I squeezed them in my hands, hard. Gasping in pain, she never told me to stop. Quickly, I stripped her top and bra off, leaving her chest exposed. I turned her around and saw how red-faced she was. She had huge, pale, pink nipples capping her tits, which seemed all the larger on her tiny frame. I grabbed and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. For the first time that night she spoke, her voice was small and afraid, “What do you want from me?”

           “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. On the floor. I’m going to take what I want from you. And nothing is going to stop me.” A small gasp came from her after she heard that. Lena looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t wait. With a strength she could not oppose I threw her to the floor. She yelped as she hit the rug. I could see the fear in her eyes. I wondered if I misread her. Maybe I was taking it too far? But she was too enticing. Seeing her trembling on the ground, half-naked and afraid, was too much for me. I had to have her. I put my weight on her. I tore her panties off. I lined my painfully hard cock up with her pussy. It was slick, so wet it was practically dripping.

           “Just don’t cum in me,” she whispered, “please?”

           I didn’t answer her before I sank my dick into her slowly, savoring every moment as I inched inside. When I bottomed out she gasped and turned away from me, shamefaced.  Tears welled in her eyes. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I used my hands to force her to look at me. “What’s the matter you dumb cunt? Are you not getting what you wanted?”

           That did it. I felt her quiver and shake as an orgasm rocked her. Her face burned crimson. I drank in her humiliation as I used her. “Answer the question whore.”

           “Not,” she said in between gasps, “not like this. I don’t want this. You made me.”

           “Shut the fuck up,” I said, giving her a slap that left her clutching her face in shock, “I didn’t ‘make’ you do anything. You wanted this you worthless slut.”

           She feebly tried to object, but she was cut short when she came yet again. “See? Your cunt doesn’t lie, even if you do.” She shook her head no. Her denials were meaningless. She was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I was going to take what I wanted from her. Dominating her like this was pushing me closer and closer.

           “Hey cunt,” I said, “look at me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. I reached down and pulled on one of her stiff nipples, hard. I pulled until I thought I might pull it off. The pain left her gulping air as she suppressed a scream. “I’ll do the other one unless you fucking look at me.” I was so close. She looked up at me with her wet, green eyes. She was so ashamed, so hurt, and so pathetic. It sent me over the edge.

           “I’m fucking cumming. Right in your worthless cunt.” That put some fight into her. She started pushing at me, yelling that she didn’t want that, pleading with me to pull out. With ease, I pinned her to the floor. I finished draining myself deep inside her. She looked at me so angrily. Looking right into her eyes I said, “I don’t give a shit what you want whore.” I pulled out and I could see my cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. She lay there, not moving.

           “I asked you to not do that,” she said, her voice full of resentment.

           I look down at her, “I still don’t care.” An evil idea occurred to me. Seeing her on the ground, I couldn’t help but want to humiliate her more. Just as I said when this had started, I was going to see how far I could take it. I put my foot on her shoulder, pinning her down. She looked up at me, her anger still visible. Without warning, I told her “Open wide,” and I started to piss into her mouth. She sputtered when the first drops hit her tongue, violently shaking her head and trying to get out of the way, but she couldn’t move with my weight pinning her down. Some of it soaked her, face, her chest, her hair. It went everywhere. After a few moments, to my amazement, she opened her mouth back up and started trying to swallow it. She got as much of it down as she could. Of all the things I expected from this dumb cunt, being a willing toilet was not one of them. “Good lord you are fucking disgusting. Do you know that?” I said as I shook off onto her.

           Lena didn’t say anything at first. She just lay on the floor, looking ashamed, with tears slowly leaking from her eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that to me,” she muttered, when she finally broke her silence. “How could you treat me like this?”

           “Shut up whore. You fucking loved it.”

           “I didn’t.”

           I reached down and touched her clit. The barest rub of it send her over the edge. She moaned as she came. “Stop fucking lying.”

           “I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to cum in me,” she said resentfully.

           “Keep whining and I’ll do it again cunt.” She was quiet after that.

           “Now then get yourself cleaned up,” I said as I gave her a small kick, “you’re fucking disgusting.”

           I sat on my bed waiting for her to finish showering. She was pretty quick about it. She came out, dressed. How her clothes were still wearable was beyond me, but there they were. Before she could get past me I had her over my knee. Without warning, I shoved my thumb into her ass. She yelped and begged me to take it out. As I held her there I said, “Here’s what’s going to happen Lena. You’re going to go back to the party. You’re going to tell no one about this. You’re going to come back next month, and we’re going to see what happens. Finally, you’re going to suck my thumb clean. You can do it because you want to, or you can do it because I’m going to make you. Which is it?”

           She whispered something so inaudible I couldn’t hear it. “Louder cunt.”

           “I’ll suck it clean.”

           “Good girl.” She flinched when I said that, but she obediently got off my lap and sucked me clean, groaning with disgust as she did it. As she sucked, I realized I could not wait to see her again next month.

[princessdollypumpkin]

would you believe this story was written for me? #truth

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Lena Gets What’s Coming to Her

Lena sat in her car and wondered how her life had gotten so fucked. It took every ounce of her willpower to even drive herself to the party. After the last time she had gone home and rubbed her slit until she felt like it was going to fall off. She had stopped counting after she had cum 10 times. The memory of his warm piss, feeling the cum he forced her to take dripping out of her, how hard she had cum as he used her; it all made her want to touch herself uncontrollably even as she hated herself for how much she was enjoying her memories of the night.

A few days before the party Lena’s phone buzzed with text messages. People were getting pumped to see each other again. Lena engaged as little as possible. The man who had raped her the last time was acting as though nothing had happened. He had the audacity to text her to ask if she was coming over this month. She did not say yes, and she did not say no. He acted like nothing had happened between them. It infuriated her. How could he act like he had not used her and then threw her away like she was garbage? She intended to show up to the next party and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe let everyone at the party know what an abusive asshole he was. That would be a righteous thing to do, and maybe give her some closure.

But now that the day had arrived Lena felt glued to her car seat. She could not muster the strength to leave her car. Her stomach felt like it was trying to leave her body. Her heart thundered in her ears. There was no way she could face him. Instead of leaving, Lena reached for some liquid courage. The first pull on the bottle was bracing and it shocked her out of her funk. She took another. And then another. With every one she felt her anger building. She was going to go inside, make a scene, and then leave in triumph with everyone knowing what he was. He was going to find out exactly what she was.

When she got inside at first she could not find him. The first time Lena stumbled she worried she might have been more drunk than she thought. She sat down heavily upon the couch. Her thoughts and anger were clouded. Maybe coming inside was a bad idea. It was time to get out of here. She pulled out phone and started to call a cab. Suddenly, it was snatched out of her drunken hands. Lena looked up and there he was, holding her phone and looming over her. “Good to see you girl, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

Wordlessly, Lena snatched at her phone, but her reflexes were too slow, he easily kept it out of her reach. She mumbled about him giving it back, but the words barely made sense. He laughed in her face. The same laugh he made when he forced his cum into her. It made her see red. He chortled as she lunged at him again. She missed again. He leaned in very close and whispered, “If you want it you have to catch me, cunt” he mocked her with his voice.

Without thinking Lena charged after him as he danced his way up the stairs. Her brain did not catch up to what her body was doing before she was already up the stairs. Powerful hands gripped her and lifted her up. She was heaved over someone’s shoulder. Drunkenly, she tried to struggle. She kicked. She flailed. She beat her hands against the broad back of her captor. It was all for nothing. All the while, his laughter taunted her. Without ceremony he dumped her painfully to the floor. He put his foot on her chest. The weight was just on the edge of painful, barely constraining her breathing, but keeping her firmly in place as she squirmed and tried to get away. The fear she felt was sobering her up, she began to realize just how weak and powerless she was.

After she finally slumped in defeat, he spoke, “You get that out of your system cunt? You know I didn’t think you’d actually show up this time. You must really want some more of my dick you thirsty whore.” He was playing with her phone while he taunted her.

“No, you’re horrible,” her voice was hoarse and strained, “I just want to leave. Give me my phone.”

“Oh no whore, I can’t let you leave as drunk as you are. You might get raped in a cab, or worse! It would be irresponsible of me to let you go like this,” his smile as he spoke was wide, and venomous, and dangerous. “I’m going to take my foot off you know. I expect you to stay on the floor or you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

Lena hated herself for doing it, but she nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” the words burned in her ears. He took his foot off of her. She took in a deep breath. Glaring up at him was the most harmful thing she could do so she did it.

“Aw what’s the matter whore, didn’t you enjoy your last visit? You look so cute when you’re mad.” Effortlessly, he reached down and lifted her to her feet, and then threw her over his shoulder again before she could utter a word. He walked her over to his bed and threw her face down upon it.

“Lena, I think you need a reminding of what you are,” as he spoke he stripped her loose fitting pants off, taking her panties with them. Finding herself naked from the waist down was a fresh humiliation, compounding how weak and powerless she felt in his presence. She tried to voice an objection, but all the air rushed out of her lungs when the first blow landed on her ass. The pain was shocking, stinging, degrading, and unexpected. He hit her again. And again. And again. Each lash rocked her body forcefully. Lena quickly lost count of how many times he had hit her, and within minutes she dissolved into a blubbering, quivering, begging mess.

“Oh god please stop,” she begged as she wept, “Please. Please!” She begged him over and over again but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He beat her ass under it felt like one giant bruise and her voice was gone. Without warning, he slid his fingers deep inside her. She gasped at the intrusion. To her shame, she was incredibly wet and he fingered her with ease. The humiliation of being so turned on from his savage beating was almost too much for Lena to bear.

“What a nasty, wet whore you are. Listen up cunt. You’re going to crawl over to me,” his words were hollow and deep. He spoke with a tone that brooked no objection. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied. And if you don’t do you very, very best to please me, not only will I start beating your ass again, I’ll make sure every fucking man in this house gets his turn with you and your dripping wet hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Lena managed to whisper.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get your fat ass on the floor.”

With what little strength she had left Lena heaved herself to the ground and then, humiliatingly, crawled on her hands and knees over to him. She looked up at his face and wished she had not. It was twisted with a look of lust and power, seeing him gaze down at her nearly made her flinch. She fumbled a bit with his pants. He gave her a sharp slap, called her a “dumb whore,” and then moved to take his cock out. She looked at it with apprehension, her cheek still stinging from the slap.

“Start sucking you worthless cunt. Now.” He raised his hand to strike her again so she quickly wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking. She felt so completely worthless as she licked his shaft, and then his balls. He was a bit sweaty, and the bitter, sour taste of him filled her mouth as he sighed with pleasure. With his voice and with his hands he guided her mouth where he wanted her. First, sucking him deep, and then lapping at his balls, then back to sucking him. He used her mouth this way for what felt like an eternity. Her jaw started to ache, but he showed no signs of letting up. Finally, he placed her head in a powerful grip and began fucking her throat. No man had ever done this to Lena before, and she could hardly take it. She gagged on his cock loudly, and retched until she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Somehow, she managed to keep herself from doing that at least. Lena pounded her fist on his thighs, hoping to make him stop, but he kept forcing his cock down her throat until he mercifully pulled out.

His fist was a blur as her jerked himself, his cock pointed right at her face. She realized with horror what he was about to do, and before she could ask him not to the first shot of his cum splashed on her face. Some of it got into her eye, stinging and burning. She felt rope after rope of his hot, disgusting, and sticky cum splash onto her face. It felt like he was coating her with it. This was the first time a man had ever done something so degrading to her, and she wanted to die of shame. How could he use her like a rag like this? The only small comfort she felt was in hoping he was done with her. Then she felt him pick her up again. Her eyes were still firmly shut and she had no idea where he was taking her. Without warning he dropped her into a cold bathtub, the hard surface made her yelp with pain when it hit her.

“What are you doing?” she finally dared to ask.

“Shut the fuck up toilet.” No, Lena thought, he was not going to do that to her again. Her hopes were dashed when she felt the first warm trickle hit her face. Keeping her mouth firmly shut she squealed her disapproval at what he was doing. She felt the warm, thick liquid wash away all the cum on her face, but it got everywhere: it her hair, soaked into her shirt, all over her body. When the disgusting stream finally ended she felt him shake off a few more drops right onto her face. Lena only now dared to wipe the foulness off of her face, open her eyes and look up at him.

“Why did you do this to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper, “I don’t deserve it.”

“I did it because I don’t give a fuck about you, or what you want you stupid cunt. The only reason you’re not on my bed having every man at this party take his turn with you right now is that I’m not ready to share your fat ass yet.”

“My ass isn’t fat,” Lena pouted.

“Your ass is disgustingly huge, just like your fat tits,” he said as he reached down to painfully tweak one of her nipples. “Now, you’ve left tub is a mess so I expect you to lick it clean. And if you say one fucking word I will throw you out onto the street just like this and leave you to fucking walk home.” There was no way she’d make it home, no phone, covered in a man’s piss. He loomed over her and she could see on his face he was serious. That look frightened her. Under his watchful eye she lapped up all of the foul, acrid piss in the tub. When she was done she looked up at him.

He reached down to pat her on the head, another burning humiliation in a night full of them. “What a good girl you are,” he spoke like she was dog, “now you get yourself cleaned up and get the fuck out of here. I put my number in your phone, so you can expect texts from me pig.”

With great speed Lena cleaned herself up. Thankfully, he gave her an oversized, nearly sheer shirt to wear. People might notice she was leaving in something so revealing, but she had no choice. As she fled to her car, her pussy was driving her mad. She could not remember the last time she had been so wet. A moment after sitting down her hand was furiously rubbing her clit and she brought herself to a shattering, overwhelming climax. One followed another as she came over and over again in her car, not caring might see her, as she thought about every moment of her humiliation that night.

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I cannot keep my hands off my filthy Paki cunt while I’m reading your nasty comments.

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Suck whores don’t need teeth. Still waiting for a white man to knock all of mine out.

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Excellent

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I failed my final exam because I was gagging and slurping on the bad boy’s cock in the bathroom stall during it. He’s been paying a little more attention to me ever since though, so it was worth it. 

I hope he doesn’t dunk my head in the toilet after he cums on my face again; though if he wants to I know that I’ll let him.