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Dad's friends

My name is Victoria, and I live in a small town in Alabama. I have lived here for my entire nineteen years with my father. My mother passed away when I was twelve from an overdose of opiates. My father did the best he could do. My dad has lived here his entire life as well. We have lived in our manufactured home park for as long as I can remember. I realize that people who don't live in a trailer park will be quick to judge. To those people, I say, Fuck you!

My father, Jim, is a truck driver. For most of my childhood, I would go on trips with him because there wasn't anyone, he could leave me with while he worked. He had close friends, but they had other responsibilities, and babysitting a kid for days was not something they were interested in doing. He used to tell me that having me with him helped him not to drink. When we were home, his friends would always be at our house because there wasn't anyone to complain about their noise or drinking. In other words, there was no women there to complain.

Throughout my life, the people most consistently that would be at my house were Larry and Bob, my dad's best friends. They were there so often that people thought they lived there. They started becoming obnoxious during my teenage years, making inappropriate comments. Depending on his mood, my dad would either tell them to knock it off or join in on the comments.

After high school graduation, I got a job as a receptionist at a motel located a few towns over. The pay sucked, but it had health insurance benefits, so it served a useful purpose. I needed a second job, and my father told me I should try waitressing because I wouldn't need to worry about being taxed on tips. I took this advice and upped the ante, getting a waitressing job at a local strip club. I told the owner that I would never strip, only waitress. I am not stuck up, but I am good-looking enough to get men to pay to see my assets. I'm five foot six, with nice hips and a round, firm ass that overcompensates for my firm b-cup chest. If that's not enough, my jet-black hair and sky-blue eyes have always made my looks stand out. With that being said, I realized I grew up in a trailer park, but I had no intention of being a trailer park trash girl. I also had no intention of living here forever. I deliberately didn't date guys from my town. All I did was work and save money, hoping to get out of this town with a good reputation.

Since I turned eighteen, older men, including my father's idiot friends would tell me that I should lighten up and let loose. I tried to ignore the snide comments both at home and at the club. Men at the club would try to encourage me to get on stage and strip. I would ignore them, serve their drinks, and accept their tips. Don't get me wrong, I liked to party as much as the next person, but I knew what these men were like.

Which now brings me to the night where everything changed. My dad had been on a long truck haul that was supposed to last a week and a half. He had only been gone a few days when Larry, Bob, and one of their loser friends, Jimmy, showed up at my house late on a Friday night. Larry told me that my father was on his way, and he wanted them to wait there for him. They told me they had a card game planned and that he called them and told them to meet him at the house. I didn't think anything was off, as it would be typical of my father to do something like this, so I let them in. As soon as I did, Jimmy made a crude comment about my ass. I shot him a dirty look as Larry and Bob told him to calm down. Calling me an uppity bitch. Although I was used to comments like this, it still bothered me. I didn't think I was better than anyone; I just didn't want to end up the stereotypical trailer trash girl.

I was tired from working seven days a week. I was on a nonstop merry-go-round trying to make and save money. I was trying to better myself. I was only nineteen and driving myself into the ground. That's how I felt this particular night. Maybe I was at a breaking point. I responded to the 'uppity' comment, "I'm not uppity, losers. I know how to have a good time when I want to. I'm just not a loser. Dickheads." For some reason, I wanted them to know that I did have a life and I wasn't the stuck-up bitch they thought I was.

The three of them looked at me with confusion. I typically don't say much around them. I have never stood up to them. I asked, "Is that it? Nothing else to say or ask? Are you idiots just going to stand there with those stupid looks on your faces? Morons." I usually didn't stand up to people when they talked shit. I liked that they were confused and did not expect me to stand up for myself. I felt empowered.

As I continued my walk to my bedroom, Bob asked, "So...Is that your way of encouraging us to ask you questions?"

None of them had ever asked me anything. All they did was make comments about my looks. I thought to myself, 'Maybe they never asked because they were intimidated for some reason.' Just because they had always been around and never asked me anything didn't mean they didn't have questions. I always thought they didn't like me or only viewed me as a piece of meat once I got older. I was curious about what they would ask or what they wanted to know. I lowered my guard for once, "What do you losers want to know?" I asked. I added, "If it's questions about my ass, keep those questions to yourself." I wanted to set clear boundaries.

Bob smiled, "Come have a drink with us while we wait for your father. We'll be kind, I promise. We have a boatload of questions. None about your ass."

I asked, "Are you idiots sure my dad said to come tonight? I thought he was gone for another week. Should I call him to make sure?" I was trying to figure out if they had the correct night, and he told them to come by. Although they were here so often, I wasn't concerned that they were here. I was also smart enough not to drink with them even though a drink sounded good. Tonight was the first night I wasn't scheduled to work in months.

Bob, who I believed was already halfway to being drunk. Bob told me, "Yeah, I'm sure. You can call him if you want to. He probably finished early. He still rushes because he forgets you're an adult now. He forgets he doesn't need to rush home to you. You're not a teenager anymore."

I corrected him, "Um...Yeah, I am still a teenager. I'm only nineteen, idiot." Then I started laughing. The three of them were baffled by me laughing. Bob made sense, so I didn't have the need to call my father. Curiosity got the best of me; I decided to sit with them in the living room and let them ask me questions. I teased them, "Don't be scared. I don't bite. Ask me questions."

Bob started with, "I forgot you were still only nineteen. Why did I think you were so much older?"

I started laughing, "That's your question? Why did you think I was older than nineteen? Are you saying I look like an old hag?" All three started laughing, telling me that's not what they meant. I joked, "Ooohhh...So all of you thought I was an old hag?" I thought we started on a good note; we were all laughing at their expense. I was curious about what they wanted to know about me. I had always assumed they knew everything about me from being around me my whole life or if my father complained about me. I instructed them, "Go ahead, ask away."

Larry finally spoke, "To be honest, we didn't know how funny you were. You barely ever speak to us. How come you didn't let us know how funny you are?"

I have never been quick with answers when people ask me questions. This was a good question and not something I was expecting. All I came up with was, "I don't know. No one ever asked me or spoke to me." Suddenly, I was worried about coming across as an idiot. I told them, "Well, at least now you know I am funny. Maybe I'm not as stuck-up as you thought I was. Is that all you wanted to know?"

They all opened beers and toasted each other. Jimmy asked, "Are you sure you don't want one?"

I thought for a minute before I said, "Sure, I'll have one. Are you going to tell on me?"

"We aren't telling no one, nothing. Deal?"

I was feeling loose and decided to lighten up a little. "I'm trusting you, so deal it is. I won't tell if you don't" I wasn't sure if my father would be pissed at me for drinking. During high school, I hid it pretty well from him when I drank. Larry handed me a beer, and I held it out as I yelled, "CHEERS!" The four of us tapped our bottles. The three of them reaffirmed that we had a deal as we started chugging our beers. "Ok, we have a deal. What else do you idiots want to know?" I asked.

Larry was the first to speak, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

This was an easy question, "No, I do not. I don't want one."

Without hesitation, Jimmy jumped right in, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

This question confused me. Why would he think I was into girls? "Eww. No. I'm not into girls. Why would you ask me that?" All I could think was they have no idea of who I am.

Larry informed me, "It was just a question. We have never seen you with a guy. We were curious. We figured it was a legitimate question."

Before I had chance to respond, Bob asked, "Are you a virgin?"

I had to slow this conversation down. I finished my beer as I stared at the three of them. I told them, "Pass me another beer." Jimmy handed me another beer, and I immediately started chugging. "OK, where were we?" All three of them started laughing again. I started to think through their questions. "So...To be clear, the three of you sit around trying to figure out if I'm a virgin or if I'm into girls? I wonder how that conversation goes, perverts." Then I finished off my second beer, demanding another one. I was trying to avoid answering the questions.

To my surprise, they admitted that they did talk about me. Larry came right at me, "Yeah, we were curious. Are you going to answer the questions? Or are you scared?"

I have never feared anyone. I did not let people intimidate me or think they could get the best of me. Even though I did not want to share this information, I was not going to let them intimidate me. "None of you scare me. No, I am not a virgin, but I'm not a whore, either. Just because I didn't bring guys here doesn't mean I haven't been with one. And just because I don't have a boyfriend. It doesn't mean that I'm into girls either." I felt like I stood my ground, proving I wasn't going to be intimidated. I also didn't want to give the impression that they could make me nervous, even if they were. I quickly finished my second beer and asked, "Is this the best you clowns have?"

Bob asked, "Do you mean the questions or beers? We have stronger stuff. We don't think you could handle anything stronger than beer."

I was joking about the questions. But again, the challenge was laid out. I was not going to let them intimidate me. "How do you know what I can and can't handle?"

The three of them let out a loud 'Whoa' as they pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Bob challenged me, "Well, here you go, tough girl. Are you sure you can hang, rookie?"

My brain told me to walk away and leave them alone. My pride told me, fuck them. "I can hang. Do you guys think this is my first rodeo? Fuck you! Give me the bottle."

Bob started gulping from the bottle before handing it to me. They started cheering me on as I put the bottle to my lips. Challenging me to guzzle from the bottle. As I drank the whiskey down, they started pulling money out on how long it would be before I puked. Jimmy said, "Don't worry, I'll hold your hair back. A little girl."

Again, I should have quit while I was ahead. I refused to succumb to being belittled. I told them, "If I don't throw up, I get the money. Deal?"

They all agreed I could have the money if I didn't puke. Larry asked, "If you do throw up, what do we get?"

I was not prepared for that question. "I don't know. You get to watch me bent over a toilet, embarrassing myself." The four of us were laughing as I started feeling the effects of the whiskey hitting me. I had never drunk hard alcohol, so my tolerance was low.

Bob came and sat next to me on the couch. He said, "I'd watch you bend over anything. You have a deal." Larry and Jimmy agreed it would be worth the money to watch me bend over.

I felt the need for a quick comeback before they got their hopes up. "I bet you pervs would like that. Well, no one is going to be seeing anything from me. Sorry to disappoint, I can hang." Larry opened another beer and handed it to me. I started swigging it down to try and wash the taste of whiskey out of my mouth. I asked, "When is my father supposed to be here?"

Jimmy said, "Let me call him. The last thing we need is coming home to his daughter being shitfaced." Jimmy got up and went into the kitchen with his phone to call my father. He returned a few minutes later, telling everyone, "We got the nights mixed up. Victoria was right. He's not going to be home for another week. Should we take off?"

Larry and Bob both shrugged their shoulders. As the whiskey was kicking in, I thought it was a good idea that they leave. I didn't want to appear nervous or scared, so I didn't provide any input to their dilemma. After a few minutes, Jimmy said, "We're all having a good time. Jim doesn't care if we hang out here. What about you, Victoria, do you care?"

My head was telling me they should leave. I didn't feel unsafe, and they are always here regardless. I also didn't want to come across as frail. "Looks like I win the money, losers." It was the best I could come up with.

As I started grabbing the money off the coffee table, all three of them put their hands on top of mine. Larry told me, "Not so fast, lady. We are staying. We're not done trying to make her puke. Now we know Jim won't be home; we don't have to look over our shoulders." They sat back down and opened beers for all of us. While Larry lifted his bottle, "Cheers everyone." We all clanged our bottles while shouting, CHEERS! In unison, we started guzzling down our beers. Larry was laughing. "I don't know why you're so happy. You're gonna be huddled up to a toilet soon."

I laughed at this. "Oh, really?" I challenged him. "You fuckin guys think you got it all figured out. Pass me the bottle." I took the bottle of whiskey and started pouring it down my throat. I was attempting to ignore the burning sensation. I handed the bottle to Bob, who was still sitting to the left of me. Jimmy came over to the couch and plopped himself down on the right side of me. I handed the bottle to Jimmy, "Your turn, pussy." Jimmy took a huge gulp and handed the bottle back to me. I informed him, "Not my turn. It goes to Larry next."

They all started laughing. Jimmy told me, "Rookie, it goes clockwise, not counterclockwise. It's your turn, then Bob, then Larry, then back to me. No wonder the drinking age is 21. 19-year-olds are soft."

At this point, I was well on my way to being done. I was woozy, but I didn't want to lose this game. "Whatever, Larry. Give me the fucking bottle." As I was drinking, I thought I was going to throw up on everyone. I quickly handed the bottle to Bob. Jimmy then reminded me that Larry was sitting across from us and that he was Jimmy. At that moment, I knew I should probably stop drinking. I told them, "Guys, I'm tapping out. I can't hang with you drunks." I leaned back in my seat. I needed my head to stop spinning.

The three of them were hooting and hollering. They were attempting to calculate when I'd be in the bathroom, puking. I told them I had to use the bathroom. Jimmy said, "I win. She's going to puke her brains out."

I reassured them, "I need to pee. I'm not going to puke." I got up to go to the bathroom and realized the short walk to the bathroom was going to be difficult. I was wobbly. Jimmy got up with me. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To make sure you don't try and cheat. How do we know you aren't going to puke when you get in there?"

I did not like him following me to the bathroom. Jimmy did have a point, and I was unsure if i was going to get sick. "Whatever, Jimmy. Stand outside the door if you want. I'm winning that money." I walked towards the bathroom with his assistance. As we got to the bathroom door, we stopped as I told him, "This where you wait." He didn't say anything as we stood there looking at each other. Unexpectedly, Jimmy leaned in and kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth. Instinctually, I kissed him back until I came to my senses. "Um...Jimmy. Stop, I'm not that drunk." I said as I attempted to move my mouth away from his. Jimmy was being aggressive in his attempts to continue the kissing. I pleaded, "Jimmy, c'mon. Don't be like this. We're having a good time. Don't ruin it. I'm not like that. I don't get drunk and fuck around."

Jimmy gripped my hips, pulling me into him. "It's just a kiss. Give me one more kiss. Then we can go back to having fun. Don't be like that." He pushed his lips onto mine. His tongue entered my mouth again.

I kissed him back. My hope was if I kissed him, he would stop. As I pulled away, I told him, "There you got your kiss. Now let me go pee. Please." Jimmy kept his word and let me go. When I got in the bathroom, I was struggling. I placed my hands on the sink to keep my balance. I started unbuttoning my jeans. I was struggling to get them down and was worried I was going to pee before I got them down. Finally, I got them off and fell onto the toilet. As I was peeing, I noticed my dad's sweatpants were hanging on the bathroom door. I knew I would never be able to get my tight jeans back up in the condition I was in. I got up, removed my jeans from my ankle, and turned the cold water on in the sink. The cold water felt good as I splashed it on my face.

I heard Jimmy knock on the door, and then it opened. Jimmy asked, "Hey, are you OK in here?"

I gasped as I stood there leaning on the sink, naked from the waist down. "Jimmy! What the fuck! Get out of the bathroom! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jimmy came in and closed the door behind him. "Victoria, are you OK? Why are you naked?" he asked as he walked up behind me. I turned around to tell him to get out again. Before the words could leave my mouth, Jimmy, again, shoved his tongue in my mouth.

I briefly kissed him, then pulled away again. "Please, Jimmy. This gotta stop. I just want the sweatpants on the door. Stop being a fuckin perv." To my surprise, Jimmy grabbed the sweatpants. He told me to lift my leg so he could help me put them on. I lifted one of my legs as Jimmy put my foot in. Then he helped me put the other leg in. "Thank you, Jimmy. I just needed something more comfortable." The pants were way too big for me. I just needed something easy to put on.

Jimmy started talking to me, "You're pretty fucked up, huh?"

"I am. I just need to stand here for a minute." As I said this, I noticed the sweatpants kept slipping down. Every time I reached for them to keep them up, I would lose my balance. I felt like I had screwed up. Jimmy stood in front of me, watching as I struggled to keep my pants up. I asked, "Are you enjoying the show?" as I let out a giggle. I was embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Victoria. I'll take care of you. Let's take you back to the other room so you can sit down. Maybe your pants will stop falling. You only have one hour left until you win the bet. OK?"

I was not sure if I was going to last an hour. I wanted to get out of the bathroom and sit down. "Yeah, let's get back to the couch. Thank you, Jimmy. You're sweet."

Jimmy brought me to the couch and helped me sit down. I leaned back, telling them, "Please get the room to stop spinning!"

Bob told me, "You only have to last ten more minutes..."

Jimmy whacked him on his arm, "Dude, she has another hour before the bet is over."

Bob and Larry smiled. "Yeah, that's right. You got an hour, and the money is yours." Then he patted me on my leg. "You OK, Victoria? I like your new pants. What happened out there that you had to change your pants?"

I was drunk but was aware of my surroundings. "Yeah, I'm OK. I'm just fffuuuccckkkeeeddd up. Nothing happened. Stop being a perv, Bob" They all started laughing. Bob kept his hand on my thigh as they went back to drinking. I was dozing off. I knew I wasn't going to make it much longer. I told them, "Guys, I think I need to go to bed. I'm drunk and tired." I knew I wasn't able to get up, hold my sweatpants up, and make it to my bedroom.

Larry told me, "Kick back and relax. We don't want you going to your room and getting sick. It's better if you stay here. We can make sure you are ok. You know, keep an eye on you." I didn't say anything to protest.

I stayed there. Sitting with my eyes closed to help me from feeling like I was going to be sick. I could feel Bob squeeze my thigh every few minutes. Then, Jimmy put his hand on my other thigh and started doing the same thing. I felt their hands move up my thighs. While one of them whispered, "Are we all game? We're all in on this, right?" the other two answered yes. I had no idea what they were talking about or why they were whispering.

Keeping my eyes closed, I asked, "Why are you idiots whispering? And what are you all in on?" It was difficult to recognize voices, and I didn't want to open my eyes if I didn't need to.

One of them responded, "Don't worry. It's all cool, Victoria. Just relax. It's all good."

I felt fingertips at the waistband of my sweatpants as they were attempting to slowly take them down. I quickly grabbed them and sat up. "Guys, not cool. This isn't happening. Stop being assholes." My eyes were open now. Bob and Jimmy were on both sides of me, gripping my waistband.

Jimmy told Larry, "Come over and loosen her hands so we can take these off." Larry did what Jimmy told him to and came over, pulling my fingers apart so I couldn't keep Bob and Jimmy from pulling my pants down. Within seconds, they had the sweatpants down to my ankles. They were all laughing. Jimmy told me, "It's ok. Just relax. We're all having a good time. It'll be fun, you'll have fun. It's not a big deal."

I realized I was too weak to fight them off. I tried to reason with them. "Guys, this is not cool. I am not fucking you guys. Why are you doing this to me?" Bob and Jimmy lifted my shirt as I instinctually lifted my arms. I have no idea why I lifted my arms, making it easier for them. Once my shirt was off, Jimmy unsnapped my bra. Now, I was completely naked in front of the three of them. I repeated, "Guys...I'm not letting you do this."

At this point, they were not paying attention to anything I said. Jimmy asked the other two, "Where should we do this? The couch is probably too small. Should we bring her into the bedroom?"

Bob agreed with Jimmy, "Yeah. That'll probably be better. It'll be easier to fuck her on the bed. I bet her pussy tastes good. Look at that fucking thing. I can't wait to feel how tight she is."

Bob and Jimmy lifted me to my feet as they walked me to my bedroom. I was talking to them as we walked. Pleading with them, "Please guys. Don't fuck me. I don't want to be fucked by you guys. I really don't. I have only had sex with one guy. I can't handle three." I do not know why I was walking with them instead of trying to fight them off. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. I could have made attempts to drop my weight, and I even questioned why I didn't at that moment. I just walked with them. I knew what they were going to do to me, yet I walked with them. I didn't fight. I didn't yell. I let them lead me to my bedroom.

When we got to my bedroom, I stood with my back to them. The Palms down on the bed, balancing myself. "Guys, are you really going to do this to me?" I asked. I could feel the adrenaline running through my body. My intoxication was subsiding. I wasn't sober, but the reality of the moment woke me up. Here I am at 19 with three forty-something-year-old guys, who I have known my whole life, getting undressed to fuck me.

Bob came up behind me, instructing me, "Get up on the bed and get on your hands and knees. Don't worry, sweetie; It's going to feel good." I did as he told me. I braced myself for what he was about to do. Then I felt his tongue licking my asshole. This sent shivers throughout my body. I wasn't expecting him to lick me, let alone lick my asshole. I felt so confused by this. I thought he was going to shove his dick into me once he had the opportunity. His tongue moved down my slit. He was devouring my pussy. Maneuvering his tongue from my slit to my ass.

I had my face buried into a pillow as my body reacted to the sensations of being eaten. An unwilling moan escaped my lips as I pushed back on his face. Jimmy and Larry climbed on the bed. One of them grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head up. When I looked up at them, Jimmy repeatedly slapped my face with his cock. Looking down at me, he asked, "Is her pussy wet?"

Bob stopped his attack and told Jimmy, "You have no idea. Her pussy was wet before I touched it. She's easier than we thought she was going to be. You wanted this, didn't you, Victoria?"

I didn't want this. Why would they think I would ever want this? I thought. I was scared and unprepared for what they had planned for me. Jimmy asked me, "Admit this is what you wanted. Bob asked you a question."

I could feel the desperation I had as I looked up at Jimmy. "Jimmy, please don't do this. I'm begging you. I can't handle you three. I will do one of you, I promise. You pick who it is. Not three. Please."

Jimmy looked like he was contemplating my offer. He told everyone, "OK. Everyone, stop for a minute. She wants to negotiate. Here's my counteroffer. How about you blow me, and Larry and Bob fucks you? That's probably the best offer you're going to get. Do we have a deal? We need an answer fast. Do you understand me?"

"OK. OK, Jimmy. We have a deal. I am not on birth control. Please don't cum inside of me."

Jimmy smiled as he yelled out. "Guys, we have a deal. No one cum in her pussy. Everywhere else is good to go. Start sucking my cock. Bob, get to work. Loosen her up."

I was about to ask what he meant by no one can cum in me when we had just agreed that Bob was the only one who was going to have sex with me when he shoved his dick into my mouth and my throat. Bob got behind me, and I felt his tip sliding up and down my slit. As Bob started to push into me, I was attempting to scream from his cock filling my tight pussy. I started choking because Jimmy was relentlessly fucking my face. Bob and Jimmy's attack on my mouth and pussy was relentless. They were thrusting in unison. Jimmy yelled at Bob, "Bob, don't you dare cum her pussy." Jimmy pulled out of my mouth. He told Larry, "Let her catch her breath. Give her a minute."

Larry gripped my hair as Bob continued to pound me. His thrusts were violent. His dick felt like it was attempting to get past my uterus. Now that I could breathe, I started to moan as Larry continued to hold my head up and look directly into my eyes. Larry told me, "Go ahead, cum. Guys, she's about to lose it. She's gonna cum." Larry and Jimmy cheered Bob on as he pounded the life out of me.

Jimmy came back up to watch my face with Larry. They wanted to humiliate me by watching me cum. There was nothing I could do, they were right, I was getting ready to cum. Jimmy egged me on, "Go ahead, bitch. Cum on his dick." Then he told Bob, "Rub her asshole. I wanna see this hot bitch cum." Bob did as Jimmy told him. I felt his thumb on my sphincter, rubbing me as his cock relentlessly pounded me.

It hit me like a brick. My body exploded as Larry and Jimmy made me look at them. "OOOHHH! FUCK!" I yelled as my pussy was, exploding. I had never had an orgasm like this. My body was pins and needles.

Jimmy was smiling as he demanded, "Tell us you love it. Tell us you will do anything we want. Say it now. Tell us to fuck you."

I was weak and filled with euphoria. "I love it! Please fuck me! PLEASE! KEEP FUCKING ME! OOOHHH, MY FUCKING GOD!" At this very moment, I meant it. How I felt, I wanted it to last longer.

Bob pulled out and told them, "Hurry up, turn her around." My pussy felt empty as I turned to Bob. He quickly put his cock in my mouth. Bob fucked my face briefly until I felt him explode in my mouth. As this was happening, Larry shoved his cock in my pussy. I tried to protest; this wasn't what we agreed to. I was unable to speak because Bob's cock was still unloading streams of cum down my throat.

As Bob removed his dick from my mouth. I attempted my protest, "Uggg...ahhh...We had a deal. Why a...ahh..mmmppphhh...fucking me...you are fucking me...mmpphh...yo..."

Jimmy grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling my head up to look at him. "You told us to keep fucking you. We're doing what you asked us to do. Don't worry; we're almost done. Larry, get out of her. It's my turn. Just a little more. OK, Victoria?" Larry withdrew his dick from my soaking wet pussy. I looked at Jimmy as he brushed my hair off my face. He calmly said to me, "Tell Daddy you're OK with a little more dick."

I whimpered, "OK, just a little more."

Jimmy corrected me, "No, Victoria. Say it again. Tell Daddy you want a little more. Ask Daddy to fuck you."

I wanted to break the eye contact Jimmy had with me. I felt I should do as he was telling me. "Daddy, fuck me. Please, Daddy, just a little more." As if I wasn't already humiliating enough, he just made it worse.

Larry lay down on the bed. Jimmy calmly told me, "Get on top of Larry and put his cock in your pussy." I did as I was told. Jimmy got off the bed as I was on top of Larry, riding his cock. Then I felt Jimmy get back on the bed a minute later. He told me, "Daddy is going to rub your asshole while you ride Larry. Is that OK?"

I was scared. I knew Jimmy wanted me to be completely compliant with his requests. I moaned, "Yes, Daddy. That's OK" I felt something cool being spread on my hole as someone was maneuvering behind me. They pushed my head down into Larry's shoulder. Then I felt someone trying to push their cock into my ass. I yelped, "PLEASE DON'T DO THAT. I CAN'T TAKE THAT! PLEASE NOT TWO AT THE SAME TIME!"

Then I heard Jimmy, "Daddy's just putting the tip in. Relax. It's OK."

All I could do was whimper. I realized there was nothing I could do to stop this. I begged, "Just the tip. Please don't hurt me. I can't do all of this." Then I felt the tip of his cock enter my asshole while Larry was buried deep into my pussy. At first, Jimmy rocked back and forth slowly. I thought, 'I can make it through this.' Then Larry started thrusting upwards, which dislodged Jimmy from my ass. For the first time tonight, I was grateful.

Then Larry slowed, telling Jimmy, "I'm not gonna last much longer. You gotta hurry up."

Jimmy pushed the tip of his cock back into my ass. I was hoping they were close to finishing when without warning, Jimmy pushed his entire cock into my ass. I felt like I had been split open as I screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK! YOU GUYS ARE HURTING ME!" They ignored me as they ruthlessly thrust both of my holes. I lost my breath like I had the wind knocked out of me.

Larry started to grunt. I knew he was about to cum. He moaned in my ear, "I'm cumming in your pussy. Your pussy feels so good." I felt his cum spurting in my pussy.

Jimmy continued his relentless pounding into my ass as I felt his cum fill me.

They both pulled out of me as their dicks softened. They got out of my bed after a few minutes. Grabbed their clothes and went to the living room where I guessed Bob was. I stayed in bed, feeling violated. I couldn't believe what they had just done to me.

I could hear them talking before I heard my front door open, then close. I couldn't believe they just walked out after what they did. Then, Jimmy came back into my bedroom and got into the bed with me. I did not know what to do or what to say. Then Jimmy spoke. "This was a fun night, Huh? We never thought you would go along with it."

I was in shock that they thought I went along with what they just did to me. I was looking at him, I couldn't move from the pain. "You assholes planned this, didn't you? Shouldn't you be leaving with your loser friends? You are a fucking asshole."

Jimmy smiled at me. "I'm not going anywhere. Your father is gone for a week. It's going to be you and me for the week. Don't act like you're better than everyone. You just had a train run on you. I'm going to be fucking you all week. Who knows, maybe I'll invite more friends over."

I continued looking at this ruthless man. Finally, I said, "So, are you going to make me call you Daddy whenever you fuck me? Is that your thing? Is that what you're gonna make me do? Or is your thing making me fuck, and the Daddy part is the icing on the cake for you? You sick fuck."

Jimmy kept his smug, arrogant smile. "So, do you want Daddy to leave then?"

I contemplated my answer before responding with my answer. "No, Daddy. I don't want you to leave. I want to go to sleep. I'm in pain."

Jimmy leaned over as we kissed again before we both went to sleep.

[storyteller019]

Good girl gone bad

I had always been a nice girl. I made it through high school as an honor student and with my sexual reputation intact. My first two-plus years of college had been a purely academic endeavor. Of course, that was the plan. I had plenty of opportunities for sex, but I had a boyfriend that I loved at home and I planned on being a good faithful girl in addition to being a straight "A" student

What follows is a story about how plans change.

I wanted to go home for Thanksgiving to see my family, friends and mostly Dave, my boyfriend. I was from the most southern part of PA near Lancaster and could not afford the flight to Philadelphia from Boston, so I was hoping to find another way home. Kelly is my roommate and her boyfriend, Bobby, lived about an hour south of me and had some space in his car, so I ended up getting lucky with a ride. I told my folks and Dave that I would be home late Wednesday night. Bobby told me to be ready by 3pm on Wednesday for the 8-hour drive through heavy traffic. He told me that he had a full van, so I ought not pack too much. One bag would be best if I could manage that. I said that was fine.

He picked me up right on time, and only had his roommate, Mario, with him. I asked about the others and was told that they were all from Northeastern University and we were going to get them now. Fifteen minutes later, five more guys piled into the van and we were on our way. Needless to say I was a bit concerned. Me and seven guys on an eight hour trip? At least I knew two of them pretty well and I knew that Bobby would keep me safe since I was his girl's roomie.

The boys from Northeastern came well prepared with three cases of beer and some pot. I like to party though I rarely found any time to do so. I figured that this was a great time to kick back, since I was going to be in the back of the van for the next eight hours or so. My first three beers went down nice and easy and I wanted more.

The first joint was lit and everybody but me was having some. I was never much of a smoker, but there's a time and place for everything. After my 4th beer I decided to try the joint as it went by. I was soon feeling very buzzed and having the time of my life. All the guys were really cool and funny. They kept telling me how hot I was and how they wished I wasn't taken. I was so buzzed and so caught up in the moment that I said "I'm not taken for the next six hours." The words were out before I realized it.

Beer!

As I tried to back away from the remark, Alex, one of the Northeastern guys, said that we could still have a fun ride and I agreed so long as we all understood that no sex would take place. That seemed to make sense to all of us including me as we had a long ride ahead of us. Not shockingly, a game of strip poker was suggested. After saying "no way" for about twenty minutes and another beer, I finally caved.

I rationalized that, having played a few times before, and never having gotten totally nude, I would be ok. Besides, I could always quit if it got out of hand. Still, I was a bit nervous as I had only five articles of clothing on (sweatshirt, jeans, bra, panties & socks) and I was worried about my resolve if I ended up naked AND intoxicated with seven cute guys who were all very horny.

I am a good girl. I have always been a good girl. I repeated it to myself a few times as if it would somehow protect me.

The game began.

The van was custom and had two bench seats that faced each other. I sat in the middle of the back bench which was wider than the other. We put a wooden crate in between for the cards. We kept up the drinking, started stripping and actually played a fairly well-mannered game until we hit New Haven and I lost a hand despite having a full house. I should have quit earlier when my jeans came off, but the booze got the best of me. I had now lost my bra and the mood in the van changed quickly.

I was now in a real bind. I had agreed to the rules of the game but I was also a good girl. Something was about to give and I had to choose what. I decided that exposing my chest is legal in some places and that as long as I avoided having sex, all would be ok.

The boys gasped as I unclasped my bra and nervously let my perky c-cups spill out. There I was, in a van filled with guys, far from sober with my now granite-hard nipples exposed wearing nothing but my suddenly soaking wet panties. The guys were drunk too and, though they were being very respectful, I could see erections on the three hunks that were also down to just their underwear. Yes, we had agreed that there would be no sex, but sex was obviously in the air and we all knew it. What only I knew was that at twenty years I had only been with one man and I was now aware that he was not at all well endowed.

I lost the next hand too and, thanks to liquid courage, I did not flinch. I knew the guys were cheating too, but I was past the point of thinking even remotely clearly or even caring for that matter. I had never been turned on like this before and, deep down, I really wanted to do it. I was soaking wet and I am sure all the boys could smell my arousal in the back of the tightly packed van.

I stood up and started to slither out of my panties, and, without thinking it through, bent all the way over in the process of taking them down to my ankles. I keep my pussy hair really short with a tuft of longer blonde hair at the top, so the three boys behind me saw everything I had for sure. I was surprised to realize that this made me even hotter, but I was getting a little scared too. I knew that we needed to end the game so we could all get dressed. The guys had other ideas.

Chris, one of the Northeasterners, suggested that "Katie's now fully naked self" needs a "new method of payment" if she wants to stay in the game. Not surprisingly, everybody agreed. Bobby was still driving the van, but he was complaining that he was missing the show. I told him that he could pull over and get an eyeful if he wanted to and after that, we should end the game.

The boos were overwhelming.

Being that I was more turned on than I had previously thought possible and feeling like a party pooper, I reluctantly agreed to keep playing for a little while longer. The suggested new "method of payment" was that I had to sit on the lap of the winner any time I lost a hand, and fondling my breasts was allowable but only if I was on the winner's lap. I quickly rejected this idea, but I was getting even more wet as I said so. Promises were then made that my vagina was to remain 100% off limits and I eventually agreed to the deal.

By the time we hit Stanford, we were all completely naked. I was sitting on Brian's (a Northeastener) lap and was on the verge of an orgasm as he tweaked both of my nipples simultaneously. I could not hide my excitement at this point. My breathing was getting shorter and shorter.

I was in Heaven, but I knew I had to stop soon. I'd lost count of my drinks and knew I had had too much, but seeing all these cocks out and hard was making me totally randy. And, most of the guys had cocks that put Dave's to shame. By the time we hit New York, all the guys had gotten a turn with my breasts and they now wanted a new form of payment. I reminded them that we had agreed to no sex and that we were already pushing the rules pretty far. That's what I said. My body was singing another tune.

I was as drunk as I was turned on, but so far, I had made sure to keep my pussy away from their cocks by sitting forward on their legs and that worked well for about an hour. Mario had a different idea after winning the first hand in New York.

Mario took up a seat on a crate at the end of the table between the two bench seats. I was on the end of his lap facing the others with my pussy on full display to all. Mario's cock was hard as a rock and very large. He pushed it down and forward and was able to tickle my rosebud from behind. That got my attention though nobody else seemed to notice. Then, he started pushing his cock forward in such a way that he might just enter my very virgin back door. Still, nobody could see this as it was somewhat dark and we were all very drunk. He kept working it and was practically inside me when I felt him start to pull me towards him. I quickly moved up to get my starfish off of his tool and when I came down, I landed right on his cock-head with my soaked pussy. His enormous mushroom tip forced its way inside and I gasped audibly. Everyone then saw what was happening, and, rather than jumping off of him – I just melted and gave in. I totally relaxed my legs and allowed Mario to do with me what he wanted.

He then pulled me back onto his lap and kept my pussy lined up vertically with his big cock. He then allowed me to sink down slowly, until I had half of his huge cock inside me. Even at this depth, he was deeper than Dave had ever been. After a few bobs up and down I was taking his entire manhood. He was hitting parts of my vagina that were untouched before. I quickly began orgasming and that, my friends, was the end of reason. Mario did not cum right away and I started moaning loudly and I rode him hard taking full deep strokes of his majestic rod. I came and I came and I came some more. Eventually, Mario said he was about to cum and asked how I wanted it. I said, as sexily as I could, "wherever you want." He pulled me off of him, spun me around and pushed me down towards his cock. I put the end in my mouth just in time to get my first ever mouthful of sperm. He told me to swallow it all and I did so willingly. I even kept sucking for a few minutes after he had finished with me to make sure I got every last hot drop. Swallowing his hot thick seed as a whole van full of men watched and groaned only made me hotter.

Then, after a long poetic pause, Brian said, "clockwise or counter-clock-wise?" We all laughed and the van then fell totally silent as they all looked at me like a pack of carnivores. I enjoyed the sudden power I had over them. Then, after maybe 30 seconds of total silence, I said, "counter."

Cheering ensued.

I was so turned on that my juices were running down my inner thighs. I got up and stepped to my left and climbed up on Brian's lap. He spun me around to face the guys and guided me as I sank down onto his cock and I rode him just like I rode Mario. Brian was also big in the dick department and I moaned and cried out in orgasm as he fucked me very deeply. He lasted even longer than Mario and I must have had another five climaxes with him. It's amazing too because I had never had one with my boyfriend and I was now in double digits on the day. I was vaguely aware of how well the guys could see me being penetrated. It made me feel like a total slut and that only served to make me wetter and hotter. I had crossed a line.

Brian also warned me of his impending release. I dropped to my knees and swallowed every drop. I was then passed to Alex, who I rode to another orgasm before sucking his come right out of his sizable hose. Though he was not as big as Mario or Brian, he was bigger than Dave for sure. Dave! Oh God, he was waiting for me at my house. We were now less than two hours away.

"I'm next!"

Alex passed me like a doll over the wooden crate to Chris. It's a good thing I only weigh 100 pounds! Chris had me mount his cock facing him, which was a new position for me after being fucked from behind three times. Even though Chris' cock was about like Dave's, he was a far better lover. He eased me up and down for a good ten minutes and then I started cumming. That did it for Chris and he then pushed me off his cock and down to my knees. I was really looking forward to his load after enjoying my first three as much as I had. I clamped down on the head of his cock and took a ton of cum straight from the tap. I gulped four or five times to get it all down. I loved every drop!

Chris then picked me up and handed me over to Charlie, who also sat me down on his cock while facing him. Charlie had seen too much sex at this point and he lasted about 30 seconds before pulling me down to the floor and spewing a few ropes on my face and in my hair before I could get my mouth around his cock. What I did manage to swallow tasted super yummy.

I stood up and looked at my next man. Stefano was a big muscular guy and he had an enormous cock to match. His erection was simply huge. Even with Mario and Brian's big cocks, Stef was the biggest man in the van, though Bobby was still an unknown and Kelly had told me he was very well hung. More on that later. Stef picked me up and put me down on the end of his pole with me facing him. He cradled my ass in his arms and started to slowly work me onto his cock. I was tearing up and cumming before he even got me down half way. He fucked me like that for a long while, with my arms wrapped around his neck and me not realizing that he had so much cock still outside of my pussy wanting to get in.

Suddenly, he stood up with me still impaled on his prodigious cock cumming non-stop. He was holding me by my ass and forcing me up and down his massive shaft.

Thankfully, it was now dark outside and the Van's small curtains obscured the action to the other cars on the highway. I was now bumping my head into the ceiling as I slowly descended onto the rest of Stef's huge cock. It just kept going deeper and deeper until he hit the back wall of my vagina and his cock-head was nudging the entrance to my cervix. Amazingly, he still had some cock left. I felt totally stuffed and I was cumming in buckets as the other guys were egging me on to take it all – as if I had a choice at that point. Stef kept picking me up about half way off of his cock and then dropping me down onto it. It was hot beyond words and it had me cumming like a soft serve ice cream machine. I was so incredibly aroused and wet that I finally hit bottom. He had filled me completely. I came, I screamed and I sobbed uncontrollably. My hips were moving without my consent as orgasm took total ownership of my body. Stef kept his now violent pumping up for what seemed like forever as I babbled nonsensically about him being my owner and master. He then announced his impending eruption, but with my feet off of the ground, I could not get down off of his pole. He blasted his seed directly into my throbbing cervix. I felt it splashing off the back walls of my vagina. I just kept cumming like I was a battery operated toy. Stef dropped back into the bench with me still impaled on his staff. I continued to whimper, twitch and spasm on his cock for another five minutes or so. Eventually, I climbed off of his massive pole and his seed began to pour out of me onto the floor. I was so far gone that when the guys told me to lick it up, I reached down between my legs and started using my fingers to scoop his load out of my pussy and I ate it up like candy. I was still so turned on!

It was then that I realized that we had stopped moving and that Bobby was naked too. He said "next" and scooped me up. He then sat down and dropped me down onto his enormous tool while I was facing him. He was hung and he had me cumming in no time as he stroked me deep. Then he stood up like Stef and fucked me while slamming my head into the roof of the van and I came yet again. Bobby also stuffed himself into my deepest places which threw me into a state of constant orgasm. After a few minutes, he announced his impending load, pulled me off of his huge cock and pushed me downward. I dropped to my knees and took his entire load down my throat. His cum tasted great and I sucked until I was sure I had it all.

Kelly was right. Her man had a rare gift and so did his pal Stef.

I lay there having been thoroughly fucked by seven men. Four of them had large cocks and two of them were hung like horses. I tasted all of their cum and I was amazed to find out that I wanted even more. Bobby dressed and started up the van. He said that we'd be to my place in about 45 minutes.

There I was... Totally naked with sperm dripping from my pussy and my mouth. Sperm in my hair. Dried sperm on my face. I'm covered in my sweat and the sweat of seven men and my family and boyfriend are less than an hour away awaiting me.

Then, I snapped back to the moment to see six very refreshed cocks ready for action. Mario then suggested, with a big smile, that six blow jobs in 45 minutes is possible if I start right away. He picked up the wooden crate and placed it behind one of the benches. I crawled to him and began to suck his big cock as deeply as I could. It then dawns on me that I am now totally hooked on big cock and that Dave is no longer important. I knew I would never want him again after finally experiencing great sex. In just a few hours, I had become a complete slut. Even more amazing is that I had no regrets and wanted more. Much more.

I gently squeezed Mario's balls and moaned as sexily as I could while bobbing up and down on his cock. He then began to unload down my throat and I eagerly gulped it down. I sucked for an extra minute until he was totally emptied and then moved over to Brian, who looked like he was about to burst. I took him as deep as I could and he started cumming almost immediately. I drank him down and savored all he had to offer before moving over to Alex. I gulped down all six of their loads and I loved it more than I would ever have imagined. And, it only took twenty minutes. I then crawled up front and blew Bobby as he drove and swallowed all of his seed too with ten minutes to spare.

About two minutes from my house, I asked Bobby to pull over. He did and then turned back to see what more I could possibly be up for.

I said... "Guys, this morning I awoke having only had sex with one single guy. In a few minutes, I will be seeing that single guy. Once I have spoken with him, he will just be a guy who is now single. I never thought I was capable of doing the things I just did, but I guess I am. Now, my goal is to make up for lost time. So, here is my offer. Bobby, if you can keep your mouth shut and never tell Kelly the truth about this trip, I will take care of you all on the way back to school. We can try some new things too and we can pull off the road as often as you need to for as long as you want to. I'm even thinking that we should leave earlier than noon, so we will have more time for me to drink down all of your thick sticky loads. Once we get back to Boston, I will be done being your sex slave. Until then, however, I am your whore and I will do everything you tell me to do without hesitation. And, I mean EVERYTHING. You can draw straws to see who gets to break my back door cherry. You can spank me. You can call me names. You can defile me and disrespect me. There are no rules and no limits. As long as you do not hurt me, I am your fuck toy. I am your sex slave. You own me.

Do we have a deal?"

Silence for a few seconds.

Bobby spoke up... "Works for me. I'll pick you boys up at 7am and we'll be by to get Katie no later than 8am. And, Katie, I plan on pulling over often and making sure that our new fuck toy is well fed. Oh and Katie, we are picking you up on Saturday. We can't take any chances of not getting back on time. If anybody else has a problem with that, they can take the bus."

Nobody took the bus.

More to come...

[storyteller019]

I was waiting for Kitty to get home from work. It was Friday night and I was especially horny today. For some reason, my girlfriend has me really hot for her tonight. Normally, Kitty and I wind up in bed doing some nasty things most every night. And when I say nasty, I mean NASTY. Once she's in bed, she seems to transform into the dirtiest little girl imaginable. She does some things most guys only fantasize about.

All day I was thinking about Kitty, my Kitty, and how nasty she is for me. It seems like the more adventuresome we become together, the more we both want. So today I planned to take our relationship to the next level. Although, I didn't tell her what I had in mind. I was sure she'd get more enjoyment by not knowing. It was a subject we've touched on a few times that seemed to be very exciting.

I heard her car pull in and the door slam. Moments later the front door opened and my darling Kitty was home and mine for the weekend once again. We both always looked forward so much to being together. After our preliminary kisses, we both showered, grabbed some dinner and settled down for an evening together.

We started out on the sofa with our usual soft tender kissing. Then in a matter of moments our clothes were coming off. At that point we were on our way to the bedroom suite. If only she knew what I had in mind.

Once upstairs in the bedroom we began kissing deeply, our tongues searching each others' mouths. Kitty was responding as usual getting hot, touching me all over and reaching for my cock. She began whispering, "fuck me daddy." She loves calling me daddy because I'm older than she is. And it's a real turn on for me calling her my little girl too. For us that daddy-little girl scenario makes us so much more aroused, sort of like it's so forbidden to have each other.

As I was kissing Kitty, I slowly maneuvered her backwards until she was against the wall. I wanted her to be in a position where she was somewhat restrained and unable to move freely. I wanted her to feel as though I had control over her.

"So you like being a slut for daddy, huh?" I asked.

She whispered, "yes daddy."

"You want to be a slut for daddy tonight?"

"Oh yes daddy. You know I'll do anything for you."

That's the way my Kitty is. She's always willing to do anything and act so nasty for me. Tonight I was about to push her to the limit. I knew she wanted anything and everything, and tonight she was going to get it. My little girl was going to get perhaps more than she ever fantasized about. Here's how the rest of our incredible evening progressed.

"Well, we'll just see how much you really like it." I responded back.

"What do you mean daddy?"

"Tonight you're going to do everything I ever dreamed about. And I'm just going to do it to you."

"Like what, daddy?"

"That's enough Kitty. No more questions."

"Oh, come on daddy. Tell me. Tell me please."

"NO!!!" I yelled out quite sternly. "You're going to do exactly as I tell you." I begin running my fingers lightly over your hair, across your cheeks and down your face. "So pretty," I whisper out to you. I move my hands to your face slowly tracing them down both sides. I'm sure I'm sending chills throughout your body as you've never heard me speak so strictly. I do it again a little harder scraping my fingers down your neck. Then with my face close to yours, I place my hands firmly around your throat. I kiss you hard forcing your head back against the wall, driving my tongue deep into your mouth. Then in a very demanding tone I begin.

"Now, listen."

"Tonight I'm going to use you anyway I please. You have nothing to say about it. Do you hear? Nothing." I squeeze a little harder around your throat hoping you understand I mean business. I lick up the side of your face while I have you pinned up against the wall. Then in a very harsh whisper I tell you what's going to happen.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard tonight. Make you such a dirty little whore."

"Don't do this daddy, please," you sort of cry out. I sense you're not believing I intend to use you tonight.

"That's enough Kitty!" I release my hands from your throat letting you off the wall and while holding one arm I smack your ass real hard. "Now get down on the floor and show me that ass, you fuckin' slut."

"Please daddy! No! Not like this." Now I sense a little concern in your voice. I think you're getting the picture. You realize I'm not playing around this time. But still you haven't obeyed me. You're just standing there staring at me.

I quickly go to my bag of toys and get a pair of handcuffs. "Obviously you're not going to listen, are you?" I take your hands positioning them behind your back and attached the leather cuffs. You try resisting but I have a firm grasp on you.

Then holding you by both restrained hands I give you a little push.

"Get on your knees, NOW!!!"

"Oh daddy, please!"

I grab your hair in one hand pulling your head back making you look at me. I clutch my other hand around your throat. Suddenly this flushed feeling rushes through your body. For the first time since we've been together you actually feel a total loss of control. Holding you roughly, I stare right into your eyes when I speak.

"You've always liked being such a slut for me, always acting like such a whore. Well tonight you're going to understand what a real slut is. I'm gonna show you how a dirty whore gets treated. I don't care what you say or what you do, I'm going to use you like the dirtiest little bitch you've ever seen. That's right, USE YOU. Your cunt, your asshole, your mouth, your throat, all of you belongs to me. And right now... I'm gonna use your asshole for my amusement. Now get down in front of me on your knees."

I release your throat and grab your bound hands forcing you downward until you ultimately submit to my demand. Then I push on the back of your head until you bend forward down to the floor. "Move your knees apart," I bark out. Now your ass is up high and totally exposed to me. "Daddy, you're scaring me."

"You'd better just shut up and take it."

I grab a bottle of lubricant squirting some on your ass and start working it into your asshole with one finger. Then I insert a second, then a third finger in through your anal hole. "Nice and tight," I comment. I hear you whimper, "oh daddy, what are you going to do to me?"

"I told you I was going to use your ass for my pleasure. And if you really need to know, I'm going shove my whole hand in you, fist fuck you. Well, not really fist fuck, actually I'm gonna rape your ass with my fist. I'm gonna bury my whole hand way up inside your rectum. "Oh please daddy, I haven't done that before."

A moment later I slide a fourth finger in. Then suddenly it feels like your asshole is being ripped apart. You feel your tight little puckered hole being stretched open like you never thought possible. My whole hand is squeezing into your ass. "How's that you little slut? Like getting your tight asshole stuffed?"

I push completely through your anal ring and watch it snuggly grip my wrist. I begin probing deep into your rectum. "My God, what a nasty little bitch you are." I pull out halfway making your anal ring stretch real wide again. You let out a low deep groan as you feel the flesh of your anal hole tightening and straining around my fist.

"Ohhhhh...daddy...."

Then I force it back up your ass again. What an incredible sight seeing my fist forcing your anus open so wide while you kneel there so helpless. "That's what I like to see. A bitch getting her ass fist fucked. Raping a tight little asshole."

You cry out to me, "oh daddy, that hurts. Your fist is too big for me. Please daddy, stop!"

I slap your ass hard with my other hand. "Stop whimpering you little cunt." And I ram my fist through your anal hole once again. "Yeah that's it, take it. Take it up your asshole you filthy little whore."

You feel me deep inside your rectum. Each time it seems like I'm further up inside your ass. Your cries turn into pleas but I don't stop. I keep pulling out, stretching your tight pucker real wide and then bury my hand deep inside you again, literally fucking you with my fist. "Oh my God, what are you doing to me," you cry out in a desparation as I continue fist raping your tiny little anus.

"You like getting your anal hole raped don't you? Don't you, you hot little bitch? Yeah, a whore like you loves it rough. You're nothing but a fuckslut." I ram my fist in you again, this time as deep up your ass as I can. Suddenly you're body tightens. This incredible wave of emotion swells up inside you. I feel your ass grip my arm. You start cumming. "Oh God... Oh my God, daddy. What are you doing to me?" You begin shaking, an orgasm explodes within you as you feel my fist twisting and turning burrowing deeper into your rectum. Even I can't believe how much you can take up your ass. As I look down at you, I see half of my forearm buried up inside your rectum. The whole time I thinking what a nasty dirty girl you are to enjoy this.

Then I pull my fist out and turn you around. Your orgasm is still at a peak sending waves of both pain and pleasure throughout your body. I clutch your throat with the hand that was just deep in your ass. I position my face close to you saying, "I'm not done with you yet, you hot anal bitch." I watch you breathing heavily, gasping for air from the intense feeling that has overwhelmed you. And I can tell you're loving every second of what I'm doing to you. I wipe my slimy hand across your cheeks cleaning it on your face. "What a dirty whore. Just look at you. Such a filthy little bitch."

I push you back on your knees. "Now for my cock, you fuckin' whore."

I stand up and squat over your ass. My cock is rock hard from using you so much, but I've really only begun. I place the head of my cock right on your asshole and in one swift movement impale your tight anal hole completely. My cock rips into your ass fully lodging deep in your rectum.

"How's that feel, bitch. Like a real hard cock up your ass?"

I start moving back and forth, fucking your asshole. "God, your ass is tight." I start going faster, sliding my cock through your tight sphincter at a more rapid pace. "I'm gonna ream out your ass, you hot little bitch. I'll show you what assfucking is all about." I'm so aroused I'm almost delirious with passion for you. All I can think of is violating you more, degrading you further and humiliating you to such a degree that I'm actually feeling like I am raping you.

My cock is so rigid pummeling your back hole over and over. I pull out completely, but only for a fraction of a second. Then I jam my hard cock against your tight anus and split it open sinking completely in again. In a sexual frenzy I pull out again and again reaming your hole brutally with my cock. "What a tight fuckin' hole." As I keep pulling out, your asshole is gaping open, waiting for my cock to enter again. "God, look at you. What a whore." I grab your hair pulling your head back. I put my face next yours so I can tell you how you look. "You slut. Your dirty asshole is wide open begging for my cock. You're just a little anal fuckwhore, a cheap filthy bitch."

I hold onto your hair while I keep fucking you. Then again I move close to your face. "Know what you're gonna do? I'm gonna make you suck my cock. Clean it. I'm gonna fuck your mouth with my filthy cock and cum right down your throat. "Just like a cumsucking whore."

I let go of your hair and continue violating your asshole. My hands hold your hips as I force my cock into the deepest part of your ass.

I finally get to the point I can't take anymore. I'm so near cumming. I pull out. "Turn around bitch, quick. You're gonna eat my cum now." You quickly turn about. I hold my swollen cock in front of your face.

"Tell me how you want my dirty cock, Kitty. Tell me how you like being such a dirty whore. C'mon tell daddy.

"Oh daddy, I'm so dirty. I'm such a filthy whore for you. I'm just a fuckslut. "Let me suck your filthy cock clean. Please daddy. I have to taste your dirty cock."

I rub my hard slimy shaft across your face. "How do you like feeling my cock on your face after I've been in your ass? How does that make you feel, Kitty?"

"Like a whore daddy. That's what I am. I'm just a dirty fuckwhore. Daddy's little fuckwhore. Please... let me have your cock."

I put my dirty cock to you lips. "Take it." I force it into your mouth. Even though I know you want it, I grab your head and ram my soiled cock down your throat. "That's it you hot little cunt. Clean that cock with your throat." With my hands entangled in your hair and holding your head firmly into my groin, I begin humping your mouth. You feel my hard dirty cock fucking your throat. "You nasty little whore. First in your tight little asshole, and now down that hot slutty throat of yours. You're gonna swallow every drop of my cum." As I look down at you I see your mouth bulging and your throat engorged with my swollen cock. All I hear is a gurling sound deep from within you. "Now this is how a whore should look, just like you, with your throat stuffed with full of cock."

You begin pushing with your hands against me trying to dislodge my cock. I feel the vibrations of your muffled voice in distress trying to plead with me to pull out. I see the glazed look as tears form in your eyes. I figure you need a breath. So I back out through your lips. You gulp in a mouthful of air, but I immediately force my cock down your throat again. "C'mon honey, you need a good throatfuck and belly full of cum." I fuck faster, ramming my cock in and out of your throat. "Here we go bitch. Right down your throat. Just like a whore."

I shove your face into my groin, hold you there, and my cock begins throbbing. Deep within your throat you feel my hard shaft spasming, pouring my warm slimy cock juice down inside your throat and into your belly. "Oh God, that's it... take it...all of it... swallow it you hot little slut ... swallow my cum... Ohhhh"... "Ohhhh"... "Yess"... "you fuckin' nasty little whore."

Finally drained, I let you back away. You sink down onto the floor exhausted from being so used. "Oh daddy!!... Daddy..." I sit down on the edge of the bed. You just rest there feeling so violated. I look at you. "You dirty little thing. You're the nastiest little cunt I've ever seen. And I still want more?"

You look at me almost in shock. I'm sure you're thinking what else I might want to do next. I walk over to you and turn around. I bend over sticking my ass in your face. "Lick it. Lick my asshole." I reach back spreading my cheeks apart to expose my anal hole. "Okay clean it. Clean my asshole with your mouth, you dirty slut." I move back pushing my rear end to your face. I feel your lips lightly press against my asschecks. With my hands I grab your head holding it there, forcing your lips into my crack. "Start licking. Rim me. Let me feel that tongue on my dirty asshole." Then I feel you, your wet tongue tasting my crack and swirling around my tight puckered hole. My God what a feeling. "Deeper slut. Shove it in my ass." I force your head harder against me. "Show me what a filthy bitch you can be and tongue fuck my asshole." I feel your tongue begin pushing on my anus, squeezing through my tight anal hole and into my ass. "Fuck! You filthy little anal whore. Suck it. Lick it. Ohhhhh! What a dirty slut you are."

I stand up grabbing you by the arm. With your hands still cuffed I help you stand. "C'mon whore. Here's where I claim you as mine forever more. You will always be my obedient slave and do everything I want." I pull you to the bathroom and push you toward the jacuzzi tub. "Get in and lay down." You obey looking at me pretty much knowing what's going to happen and accepting it. "Look at me Kitty." You look up into my eyes. In a very pronounced voice I tell you,...

"You're a whore.. got that? And here's how whores get treated..."

As you're looking up at me I grab my cock and begin pissing. My stream hits your body splashing all over. The warm flow hits between your legs as I aim my piss on your cunt. "Spread those legs, bitch." You comply and my piss stream saturates your entire cunt. I aim down at your asshole and let you feel it there. "Kneel up, you little slut." When you do I aim onto your chest peeing all over your breasts. Then as an ultimate humiliation, to show you that I own you and that I expect total and complete control of you from now on, I aim my urine flow all the way up. With your hands cuffed behind your back, there's nothing you can do but allow me to use you this way. My piss hits on your head drenching your hair and begins running down your face.

"That's a good little whore. Take daddy's piss all over you. Show daddy how you like being his piss whore.

Your hair becomes quickly saturated, your face soaked with my yellow fluid as your whole body is quickly transformed into nothing but an amusement for my whims. "Open your mouth, you piss slut." What a total disgusting display of submissiveness as you take everything I have all over you. My hot fluid splashes on your face and on your tongue. Your mouth fills up with my hot piss and you let dribble through your lips. I'm wondering what feelings you have inside at this moment kneeling there, taking my urine directly from my cock, showering you as I empty my bladder on you. "Just look at you, Kitty. What a hot little pisswhore you are." I look down at your degraded body drenched in my vile fluid. "What a dirty nasty girl. A filthy little cunt. Your a whore, Kitty. A filthy fuckin' whore."

I finish urinating. It's over. I smile looking down at you. I reach out grabbing your arm helping you out of the jacuzzi. I clutch you in my arms, holding you so tightly and kiss you. I can taste what I did to you. I feel the humiliation on your body, yet the passion of your kiss is so intense. Your body feels hot and on fire. Our mouths become locked together hungrily devouring each other. It was just a game. Just another exciting fantasy we enjoyed together. Our lips break free. "Kitty, you make daddy so hot. You're so fuckin' hot." You smile at me.

"Daddy"

Yes, Kitty."

"Oh daddy, I love being so nasty and dirty for you."

I begin filling the jacuzzi. I add some bubble bath and a few minutes later you and I are bathing together. So softly I wash your delicate body. The body I just used and treated so roughly moments ago. I kiss you, then wash down your breasts. Another kiss and my hands caress and wash your legs under the water. My hands slip between your thighs gently across your pussy. Then with a soft cloth I wash your face. I sit up on the edge of the tub and squirt some shampoo on your hair. I begin scrubbing, washing out what I did to you. And then we're kissing again, moaning to each other, still aroused over the nasty time we have together. I so tenderly caress your cheek smiling at you, kissing your lips, "I love you Kitty."

[storyteller019]

A virgin

I was only eighteen when I discovered that I wasn't normal. I grew up in a normal British home where my parents were quite strict. They didn't let me start dating until I was seventeen and for that reason I was still a virgin when my parents took me to the dorm I would be living in without them. My mother fussed over me and my father was oddly distant. He looked like he was holding back tears. I was sad about leaving my childhood home but I was also relieved. I had worked hard to get an academic scholarship to a university that was just far away enough that my family wouldn't show up unannounced, but close enough for us to plan visits.

By the time my parents got into the minivan and drove away I could feel the butterflies in my stomach multiplying. I made my way up the stairs to the third floor where I ran into a group of guys. One of them looked me over, eyeing my body in ways I wasn't used to. The guys at my school back home were always respectful of me. They knew I was a good girl and a virgin. They didn't bother trying to flirt with me, opting to talk to the popular girls that were known to "put out" instead.

"Hey!" the guy called to me. He was tallish with brown hair so dark that it was almost black and a crooked smile that made him look like he was smirking.

"Hi," I said awkwardly. I wasn't used to meeting new people.

"We are having a little thing in out dorm tonight. Let me see your phone." He laid his hand out in front of me expectantly. I didn't know what else to do so I fished my phone from my back pocket and handed it to him. He began to type into my phone and then handed it back.

"I'll text you the invite soon," he assured me.

"How can you be having a party tonight? Isn't this the day everyone moves in?"

"We are all friends from high school and we're sharing a dorm. We've been planning this party since graduation. I'm Rhett," he stuck his hand out to shake mine and I tentatively took his.

"I'm Stefani," I told him.

"Stefani? I like your accent," he shook my hand.

"Thanks."

"We'll see you tonight, right?"

"Sure," I agreed but I wasn't sure if I would go. I had never been to a real party before. My parents had made sure of that. I wasn't completely innocent. Since my parents wouldn't let me go out, I watched a lot of porn on my phone and masturbated a lot. Most of what I watched was gangbang porn. Somehow watching girls get fucked by more than one guy seemed to make me cum.

Now that I was in college I was ready to do some of the stuff I'd seen in those nasty porn videos. I wasn't sure if I even liked parties or if they were safe but there was something inside of me that was curious. Would these guys try something sexual with me? My curiosity pushed me to go. I spent the day unpacking, trying to find something to wear to a college party. I finally decided on a sundress, since it was still rather warm outside. It wasn't like I was going far. They simply lived on the other side of the building.

My roommates hadn't arrived yet and I knew that some people weren't going to move in until the day that classes started but my parents had agreed that I needed time to set up my room and get my things in order before I started. I walked by myself across the building until I found room 315. I could hear loud music blaring from inside and I tried knocking more loudly. The door finally opened and there was a tall, blonde guy with long, lanky limbs and a protruding Adam's apple.

"Hey! Come on in! Join the party!"

"Thanks!" I entered the party and looked around, shocked by what I was seeing. I had never seen a bong before but there were several of them getting passed around. A heavy cloud of smoke hung in the air. White lines of cocaine decorated the glass coffee table and people were taking turns snorting them from rolled up dollar bills. Alcohol was freely flowing from a keg and I watched as someone did a keg stand. At the time, I wasn't sure what any of this was, but there was plenty of time to learn.

I hugged the wall with my behind, not sure if I should just turn around and run or join the throng of partiers. I watched for a long time before anyone said anything to me.

"Want a hit?" a guy asked, holding a pipe filled with weed up to me to grab.

"I've never smoked before," I tried to be polite.

"Never? Well, would you like to try?"

"I think so but I don't know how." The guy held the pipe up to my lips and told me to suck. I sucked the smoke into my lungs and immediately began to cough. I couldn't seem to stop coughing.

"Oh no!" I heard a familiar voice. "Come with me," someone grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me away from the situation. It took me a few moments to realize that it was Rhett.

"Come back to my room. I'll take care of you."

"You will?" I asked between coughs.

"I sure will. Would you like that?" There was a sultriness to his voice that made me nervous. Maybe my mom had been right about parties. She had warned me that guys were going to get me drunk or high and then try to take advantage of me. I wasn't sure what I would do if Rhett tried anything. He helped me onto his bed and then he leaned in and kissed me.

I'd had a few kisses over the years but none of them felt the way that this kiss did. It felt empty and meaningless, like it didn't matter. I kissed Rhett back, enjoying the free feeling inside of me as I felt my brain and body separate. The weed had lowered my inhibitions and I found myself reaching out to feel Rhett's chest with my hands.

Rhett's hands were wondering too. His hands were up my sundress and in my panties. His fingers found my pussy and he rubbed me in ways I'd never been rubbed by a guy. I let him do it, opening my legs further so he could get deeper into my pussy. He was fingering me, finger fucking me until I squirmed under the weight of my first real orgasm with a guy.

"I want to be inside of you," he moaned as he kissed me again.

"Do it," I heard myself say. I was a virgin and yet this was what I wanted. This was college and I wanted to be like all the other normal kids, the ones that didn't have strict parents.

Rhett helped me out of my clothes and got on top of me. His cock was playing dangerously close to my pussy. I could feel his skin on mine and his kisses were getting more feverish and greedy as he teased my hole with his cock. I felt hungry, like I was finally going to get what I had been craving.

Rhett's cock sunk into my virgin hole quickly and easily. There was no indication that I was a virgin, no blood, nothing. He was inside of me and moving his cock in and out of me with the finesse of a guy who had actually had plenty of sex. I watched as his cock moved in and out of my pussy, moaning as the sensations added up to much more than I had ever anticipated. I screamed as he fucked me, slowly and steadily until he was pumping in and out of me faster and harder.

I had never had an orgasm during sex before and I was wondering if I would know if it happened. He held me down, now fucking me hard and fast the way that guys like to fuck girls. I couldn't believe how much I was loving it. I screamed as I realized that it was actually happening. I was actually cumming on a dick. I was so proud of myself.

Rhett flipped me over and fucked me from behind. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it as I screamed beneath him. I could not believe that I was having sex and it was even more mind-blowing that he was fucking me hard and that I was enjoying it. I felt the build-up inside of me, not knowing where it would lead or where it would take me. I braced myself mentally for what was about to happen. I felt like I was going to explode and then something inside of me gave way. There was a rush of emotion, a flood of sensation that washed over me as if color was sound, and sound was feeling. My heart was racing and though I couldn't feel the sweat covering my body, I couldn't feel the wetness that spouted from my pussy like a faucet that has been backed up for far too long. Everything inside of me exploded into an orgasm that could not be ignored.

I hadn't noticed that Rhett had cum inside of me. I didn't notice the pool of my own fluids underneath me as I collapsed face-first onto the bed. I felt weak, like I had just swam thirty laps at swim practice. I was completely drained. I wanted to fall asleep. I knew the weed was still in my system. I didn't feel the need to get up and cover my nakedness. I laid there, not caring what I looked like.

"You okay?" Rhett asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I think I had an orgasm."

"Yeah, that was a huge orgasm! I've never seen a girl cum like that!"

"You haven't?"

"No, it was easy to make you cum, not like other girls. You're really lucky Stefani," he told me, saying my name the way it was supposed to be said.

"Hey! Sorry to interrupt-" the door was open and the tall, blonde guy who had answered the door when I arrived stood in the doorway. "Wow, you work fast Rhett."

"She's amazing," Rhett told his friend. "Stefani, this is Rob. He's my buddy from high school. Maybe you can do us a favor?"

"What kind of favor?" I asked.

"Well, Rob and I have this fantasy about having sex with the same girl at the same time."

"Oh no, I've never done anything like that!"

"Neither have we!" Rob assured me. "It doesn't have to be right now. Just think about it."

"I will think about it."

"Or maybe you shouldn't think about it," Rhett suggested. He sat next to me on the bed where I was still naked. Rob sat on the other side of me and their hands began to touch my body. They rubbed my muscles, giving me a massage that was actually turning me on. Their hands grazed my pussy and spent plenty of time on my ass. They were turning me on and there wasn't much I could do to stop it. The weed was still coursing through my system and by the time their fingers found my pussy I knew that I was going to fuck them both. I tried not to worry about what a slut I was becoming on my first night away from home, especially when Rob went down on me and made me cum with his tongue. Rhett's cock was in my mouth and before I knew it I was being spit roasted by my new college friends.

I wasn't paying close attention. I was too busy cumming to realize that other guys were now in the room with us watching. Rhett was right. I came so easily that the guys were easily able to keep me interested in fucking them by continually making me cum. I didn't notice that the guy who had given me the weed was fucking me until I turned around. I was so fucking out of it that I couldn't seem to stop letting them all fuck me. I don't know how many guys there were or how many load of cum I allowed them to shoot up inside of my young, college girl pussy but I knew that I was having the best time that I had ever had.

I stopped to smoke some more weed at one point but the night wore on and on until it was the wee hours of the morning and I felt the need to stop and go back to my room. My roommates still hadn't checked in and I fell into a deep sleep, sleeping all day.

I woke up to seventeen messages from Rhett. There was another party that night and he wanted me to attend. I didn't have any other plans and so I found myself back at their dorm, my pussy aching for more. It didn't take as much convincing the second time. I was ready to take on as many dicks as they could give me, indulging myself in orgasm after sweet orgasm.

"Stefani, you are the sexiest college slut ever," he leaned down and kissed me. I wasn't sure I liked being called a slut but I had a cock in my pussy and I was cumming too hard to protest. I realized as I sucked and fucked that I was definitely not the same girl I had been just two days earlier. Now, I was a woman and I was making my own choices. If I wanted to be a slut, I would.

"Anytime you want some dick, just come over. We are just down the hall, that's it," the guys told me as I left.

"Of course," I told them and I did take them up on their offer. From that point on, I knew what I was and I wasn't about to deny it anymore. I loved cumming and I loved getting gangbanged. I slipped over to room 315 whenever the mood struck me and it turned out that I didn't have any roommates at all that first semester. I had a room all to myself. So I did what any gangbang slut would do. I started inviting guys I met at parties or in my classes over to fuck the shit out of me in my dorm room.

It was the best first year of college ever. I ended up getting gangbanged so many times that I wonder if anyone will ever be able to get all of my squirt juice up out of the carpets and off of the walls. The best part was that I still looked pretty innocent and my teachers and other students couldn't tell that I had a secret hobby of getting stuffed by multiple dicks at the same time. The truth was, I couldn't get enough. I couldn't ever get enough guys and so I made peace with my reality. I wasn't a normal girl. I was the kind of girl who needed more than one guy to be happy.

[storyteller019]

I don’t need chains to bind you. Your obedience is the leash I pull.

[storyteller019]

Tongue in

"God, my head hurts. Thank god we don't have any important classes today" Zoey said, rubbing her forehead.

"Heh, worth it. Last night was the first time I've ever seen you really let loose. I should start bringing you to more parties." her boyfriend teased, bumping up against her shoulder.

"And it'll probably be the last time." Zoey groaned. " I don't know what came over me last night. I don't even remember what happened towards the end of the party."

"Don't be such a buzzkill, we're still alive and well right? I know you never did all of these wild things growing up, but you've gotta enjoy your youth Zoey" her boyfriend admonished.

Zoey frowned at that. Her dad left her mom when she was just a child, leaving her to care for Zoey all by herself. Zoey had witnessed her mother working 2 jobs just to put her through school, watching her mother come home late at night every single day, totally exhausted and drained. Zoey swore she would put in that same effort to life just as her mother did, to repay her beloved mother for all that she had done for her. She studied for hours on end in school, turning down offers to hang out and get into silly shenanigans as schoolchildren were prone to do, instead choosing to stay in the library, burying her nose in books. This habit continued well into her teenage years. Occasionally she would look with envy at the other carefree teenagers of her school, who had nothing to worry about in life other than losing their virginity.

It didn't matter to her what a bunch of immature low life's thought. Zoey had pushed herself to the brink, studying day and night and graduated with flying colors. When she got offered a scholarship to the top university in her state, she cried as she hugged her mother. After all those years of struggle, of being a social pariah, she was now head of the debate club, a top student at a highly esteemed university, with an active social life, and a kind and respectful gentleman of a boyfriend. Her life was exactly where she wanted it to be, and she didn't see anything that would bring it down.

"I don't need to go to parties to enjoy my youth. There's tons of ways you can have fun without being drunk out of your mind." Zoey said. "Anyway, I'll catch up with you later, I have a meeting with somebody who's interested to join the debate club."

Zoey didn't want to judge someone based on their physical appearance, but the first word that came to her mind looking at him was slob. His brow was wet with perspiration, and his double chin was marked with stubble. She knew some people didn't quite care about fashion, but his unwashed hoodie and sweatpants, stretched out by his fat and blubbery waist was clearly indicative of poor personal hygiene. She scrunched up her nose at the smell emitting from him. His beady eyes leered at her, making her shiver as she was reminded of the predatory gazes of the men she walked by everyday. The guy who called himself Andrew had messaged her this morning, telling her that he wanted to have a chat with the head of the debate club before deciding if he wanted to join. For some reason, there was something quite familiar about him. Before she could say anything, Andrew had risen up to his feet.

"There you are bitch, took your time!"

Zoey was so shocked at the greeting, she simply stood in silence for a few seconds. Once she had regained her bearings, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me cunt." Andrew guffawed at her, scratching his belly button uncouthly. "Do you think I'm interested in your stupid club for pussy boys and mouthy bitches? I'm here because I want to show you a little something from last night." he said, pulling out his phone.

Zoey was shaking at rage at his misogynistic and disrespectful language, but she still took a look at what he was showing her. What she saw made her blood run cold.

"That's right you dumb bitch. You were so drunk last night you were smoking crack. What do you think would happen if I showed this photo to the university board? Think you're still gonna have your scholarship?"

Zoey took a deep breath. She tried to relax. She needed to think. This photo couldn't be released. She would be expelled from the university and lose everything. All of her hard work since she was a child was about to be thrown away from a single night's mistake.

"Is there something you want from me?" Zoey managed to say. "If you want money, we can discuss-"

"You really are a dumb bitch aren't you? Did you never read any hentai comics? What I want is for you to come to my room tonight and do whatever I say,and then I'll delete the picture from my phone." Andrew sneered at her.

Zoey felt her rage boiling up again. She looked up at his face, wanting to drive her nails into his eyes and tear-

A jolt of recognition stopped her violent fantasies. "I know you. You're that guy from high school. The one who made cheated during the exam!"

"Took you long enough to recognize me bitch. Guess that 4.0 GPA doesn't mean shit. You got me into so much trouble back then, when I saw you yesterday at that party I just followed you around hoping I could get some way to get back at you for snitching. And guess what, life handed it to me on a silver platter!" he laughed.

"How is that my fault?! " Zoey spit at him. " You were the one who made that cheated, I didn't make you do it, it was your own - "

"I'm tired of talking to you bitch." he cut her off. Zoey gasped as he leaned closer to her and gropped a handful of her bubbly ass through her tight jeans. "I'm not like one of those debate club cunts who like to hear women run their mouths. Come to my room by 7pm tonight or this photo goes to every single student and staff in the university."

He gave a spank to her juicy rump, leaving it jiggling as he walked out of the door, leaving Zoey alone in the room, thinking about what awaited her later tonight.

~~~~

His room was every bit as disgusting as his appearance and personality. Empty bottles of Mountain Dew and dirty clothes scattered throughout the floor, the sheets a mess, posters of lewdly dressed anime girls all over the walls. Her skin crawled in disgust simply taking in the room. Andrew was sitting on the bed, an expression of displeasure on his face.

" Took your damn time coming here whore!" he yelled at her, fleckles of spit landing on her face. "Do you want to get expelled and end up on the streets sucking dick for money?!"

Zoey grimaced in disgust at the spit on her face and his words. "Look I know what you want me to do tonight,I'm not some innocent maiden but could you at least not be so damn rude about it?

"Fuck you bitch." Andrew spit at her. "Tonight you're just my little dumb bitch slave. Anything I say you do. If you hesistate for even a second I'll send this image to the board of directors. Now take off your fucking clothes cunt. I've wanted to see your fat ass ever since we were in high school.

Zoey's fingers trembled from the humiliation and the anger she felt. She pulled off her shirt, exposing that firm and nubile body that so many men lusted over. She could feel his beady eyes gazing at her like a vulture. Unclasping her bra, she bemoaned the fact that her amazing figure was being displayed for the pleasure of this disgusting incel loser who would normally never have a chance at someone like her.

"Spin around and take off your pants." Andrew ordered.

Zoey complied with his instructions, trying to calm the smoldering anger in her heart. Once she had verified that he deleted the image from his phone, she was going to report him to for blackmail. Or maybe she could get somebody to beat him up. That would be much more satisfying to see. Her violent revenge fantasies were interrupted when she felt him spank her bubbly ass. She let out a squeal and instantly closed her mouth. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Dat ass!" Andrew exclaimed. Just one smack on those cheeks had left them jiggling tantalizingly. He reached out and groped her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing her gymnast level derriere, testing out the softness and firmness of the ass that he had lusted after for years. Zoey's supple ass was groped, mauled, cupped, spanked and squeezed without any care for her comfort. The only man who had ever had the pleasure of touching Zoey's body like this, her boyfriend, was always sweet, gentle and respectful, his touch soft as if she were a delicate object to be handled with care. In contrast, Andrew's hands were molesting her as if she were a cheap piece of meat in the market.

"Turn around and get on your knees bitch." Andrew commanded her. Zoey complied with great reluctance. Staring at the door was much better than having to look at his disgusting unwashed figure. He wore a mocking smile at seeing the look of anger and despair on her face. "Why so angry bitch?" Andrew cackled. "I don't like seeing that face on you. A good slave should always be smiling for her master. Smile for me, get down on your knees and prostrate yourself before my feet and apologize for being a stuck up bitch"

Being forced to smile for a misogynistic pig like this man was pushing her to the limit. She wanted nothing more than to be away from this horrible situation. She took a deep breath of air to steady herself and got down on her knees for him. She hesitated for a moment before getting down to place her forehead on the floor. She had already went this far, she just needed to steel herself and get through this horrible experience.

"I'm sorry for being a stuck up bitch." Zoey said in a voice devoid of emotion.

"Is that all? What a poor fucking example you make of the debate club president. Get more creative bitch, I want to hear you demean and insult yourself like the worthless cunt you are. If I'm not satisfied, then-"

"I'M SORRY FOR BEING A WORTHLESS WHORE" Zoey gritted through her teeth. She knew the kind of language to appease this misogynistic asshole, even if it killed her for the words to come out of her mouth "I'm sorry for being a pretentious cunt who wastes her time with studies when I should just get on my knees to serve you. I'm sorry for reporting you for sexually harasssing me when I should have thanked you by sucking your amazing cock. I'm just a disgraceful stupid bitch who'll do anything to please you. Please give me the honour of serving your amazing cock to make up for my mistakes." As humiliating as it was to kneel and prostrate herself before this disgusting man, she was grateful her face pressed down on her floor hid her tears as she debased herself for him. She was not an arrogant woman, but she had a healthy amount of self confidence in her intelligence and looks and being forced to attack her own sense of self worth was taking its toll on her.

"You're such a pathetic bitch" Andrew's voice sneered at her. She could hear him moving around as he spoke. "Untouchable perfect little queen bitch Zoey is so willing to kiss ass to someone like me just to keep her scholarship. Lift up your head bitch."

She expected to be greeted by the sight of his cock, but what she saw instead was so vile she could never have imagined it in her life. Andrew had his legs lifted up to his chest, hands tucked behind his knees, exposing his hairy disgusting flabby man-ass. The position he was in even exposed her to his puffy anus, surrounded by a ring of hair and covered with a layer of sweat. Zoey, who had only been exposed to vanilla sex in missionary, had never before in her life seen such a horrifying sight.

"Here you go bitch. I don't want you to suck on my cock. I've always dreamed of having that perfect face of yours between my ass cheeks. Now, if you don't want pictures of you snorting crack all over the campus, get over here and kiss ass. Literally."

"What the fuck?! You want me to do... what?!" Zoey exclaimed in disgust. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, nor for that matter the stomach-churning view in front of her. This absolutely sickening man had his legs lifted up, exposing himself without any shame and telling her to...

"Damn bitch I didn't think you were this vanilla. A rimjob cunt! Eating ass! It's all the rage now. Some girl I hooked up with once did it to me, and ever since then I've wanted your pretentious face shoved between my asscheeks." Andrew smiled recalling that memory. That girl had told him she had a fetish for doing nasty things to losers who didn't deserve it. Perhaps he should have been offended by the insult, but he found it hard to complain when she was corkscrewing her tongue deep into his asshole, giving him pleasure he had never dreamed possible.

"I can't... please I'll suck your dick, I'll do anything else, I'll fuck you so good, I -- "

"Shut up" Andrew cut off Zoey's desperate pleas. "As fun as it is to hear you beg to suck my cock, what I want is your tongue in my asshole. I've wanted this for a long time, and I'm not going to let you walk away without the taste of my ass in your mouth." Andrew took his hands off his knees and instead used them to spread his flabby ass cheeks wide open, giving Zoey a better a view of the disgusting flesh ring she was going to get well acquainted with.

Zoey began sobbing in despair at the ignoble situation she was trapped in. She never thought that going to one stupid party would end up with her on her knees on the dirty floor of an ugly misogynistic bastard, who was currently hugging his knees to his chest, displaying his repulsive asshole at her. She squealed in pain as she felt his rough hands grab at her hair, puling her face closer to his ass. She was so close to it now she could feel the heat emanating from it. And the smell... oh god the smell!

Andrew couldn't believe his good fortune. Ever since she busted him in school back then, he had harbored a deep resentment for her. It killed him inside watching her graduate high school with flying colors, watching her proud face beaming as she accepted a certificate for outstanding academics, hearing the news about how she got accepted for a scholarship at a prestigious university, while he remained at the very bottom of the rungs of society. Having her distinguished, gorgeous face so close to his ass was making his cock rock hard with arousal. Gorgeous piercing eyes, her cute nose scrunched up in distaste, her lips quivering in disgust... He absolutely couldn't wait anymore and shoved her face right into his ass, lining up her nose with the pucker of his anus.

Zoey screamed as her face was pressed right into that revolting flesh cavern. She flailed her arms in futility at his meaty thighs, struggling to get her face away from the hairy ass she was shoved into, but his grip on her proved to be too strong. She could feel the coarse hairs of his anus scraping against her nose, along with the moisture of his sweat on it. With her nose pressed right against the source, she couldn't escape the smell permeating through her brain, making her light headed and dizzy. Her eyes glazed over in submission as her fiery and headstrong personality drained out of her, leaving her a submissive woman who would do anything asked of her.

"Sniff it bitch! I want you take really deep sniffs, press your nose as deep as you can, get the full experience!" Andrew moaned in delight as he felt her nose wriggling around in his asshole. Finally, to have perfect model student Zoey's face shoved right up his ass. He laughed in delight as she obeyed his commands, hearing that deep *SNIIIIF* sound emanating from her trapped face. He felt her nose taking deep inhales and moaned at the sensation. As good as it felt, the real pleasure came from the mental stimulation of having the woman so above him in standing, doing something as debased and wretched as sniffing his asshole!

Zoey sobbed and moaned incoherently while having her face surrounded by the fleshy walls of his flabby ass. She couldn't stop herself dry heaving at the smell, and yet the grip on her hair was so tight she couldn't do anything other than follow his commands, hoping he would be satisfied. Sniff... sniff... sniff... the smell, the hairs rubbing themselves against her nose, the sheer shame she felt at herself for being trapped in this situation, it was all making her lose her mind. Eventually, Andrew pulled her out of his ass, leaving her gasping for air. She took a deep breath, grateful to finally be able fresh air. Her face was absolutely disheveled, with ass hairs stuck to her nose, her hair a mess and her makeup absolutely ruined. Andrew felt a deep satisfaction at seeing the face that many guys dreamed about brought down low by him.

"How did that feel whore? Did you enjoy it?" Andrew taunted her. Zoey was too shell shocked, to reply her gaze showing a thousand mile stare of a woman forced to endure horrors that most women would never dream of. Andrew slapped her face around a few times to force her to focus, before spitting a big wad right between her eyes. Disrespecting untouchable Zoey like a lowly prostitute made Andrew feel like a god. "Answer me bitch!"

"NO!" Zoey cried out in distress. "That was horrible, you're so fucking sweaty and hairy and it smelled so bad!" A part of her had died, replaced by a malleable and suggestible part that would do anything Andrew commanded. She couldn't find the strength in her to resist anymore. Andrew chuckled at her obvious distress.

"Well bitch, it's about to get much worse for you. It's finally time for you to fucking get to work. Make out with my asshole like it's your boyfriend." he said.

Broken and submissive, she willingly brought her face an inch away from his anus, fully aware that this time, she was doing it out of her own free will. There was no hand in her hair to guide her and to shove her face between Andrew's fleshy ass cheeks. She was simply a beaten down girl who would do anything to appease her abuser. Remembering his command, she pouted her mouth into a kiss and finally made mouth-to-anus contact. She could feel every single wrinkle, every strand of hair of his asshole on her lips. The flavor of his sweat on her mouth sent a shudder running through her entire body. Despite that, she kept kissing his butthole, slovenly making out with it. She could feel his puckered anus pulsing and moving in vulgar ways that were only noticeable by someone in direct contact with it. Her oxygen addled brain interpreted that movement as his asshole kissing her back, which prompted her to put more energy into her makeout session. The noises she made as she suckled on his asshole only added to her degradation.

Andrew was in cloud nine. After so long, he finally had Zoey, the girl everyone lusted after, the most brilliant student of her entire school, confident, headstrong, intelligent Zoey kissing his asshole. He couldn't' believe that his wildest dreams came true. She was making out with his asshole as if it were the lips of her boyfriend, and not the disgusting shithole that it was. She wrapped her lips around his anal ring and sucked hard, making him moan In delight, wiggling his toes. The lewd sounds of her kissing and sucking provided incredible stimulation to his depraved mind.

"Get your tongue involved now cunt! Shove it deep in my ass!" Andrew hollered at her.

Loathing herself for this absolute disgrace, Zoey obeyed his commands. The first taste of his asshole made her gag violently. She felt like the taste would stay in her mouth forever -- it was so vile and sickening. And yet she continued, sticking out her tongue and lapping from the bottom of his anus to the top, feeling every coarse hair and lapping up every drop of sweat that had pooled between his meaty ass cheeks. She could feel his hairs getting stuck in her tongue, making her wail in distress right into his asshole.

She could hear him moan in pleasure as her scream stimulated his anus, and felt a deep sense of loathing at how he could derive pleasure from her suffering. However, her own self loathing increased as she did nothing about it, and instead drove her tongue into the pucker of his anus, pushing forward at the resistance with all her might until she broke through and penetrated into his asshole. She could feel the walls of his anal cavity constricting themselves around her tongue, squeezing them tightly. She squirmed her tongue all around his anus, pushing it against the walls of his ass in a circular motion.

"You're such a fucking good rimjob whore!" Andrew exclaimed in delight. "Are you sure this is your first time bitch?! Were you sticking your tongue up all the teachers assholes for your grades?!" Even as he was putting her through this dehumanizing experience, he still couldn't resist verbally humiliating her. The thrill of putting down someone so much more accomplished than him inflated his ego. He could feel her tongue moving around right inside his asshole, making his hard cock throb in delight. He looked down at her and sneered at the pathetic sight.

Her once dignified and proud face was squished up right against his ass, her nose pressed flat again his crack making her look like an ignoble pig. Her mouth formed such a tight seal around his asshole that Her eyes were blank, glazed over and utterly devoid of any personality. In short, she looked like a disgraceful pathetic woman, the type who would get on her knees before a man and perform acts that would make most women run screaming out the room. As enjoyable as it felt to have her long tongue slither around his asshole like a snake, the sight of her face only made him want to humiliate her more.

Without warning he grabbed her face and started moving it up and down his entire ass. The saliva that had pooled up his ass from her ass eating provided the necessary lubrication for her entire face to slide smoothly up and down his ass crack. Zoey moaned in despair at what was happening. Her entire face was being treated like toilet paper! From her chin, to her beautiful silky hair, every part of her face was used like a piece of dirty cloth to wipe his ass crack. Her entire dignity was gone by this point. How could she ever look at herself in the mirror again, knowing that her face was used as toilet paper by a misogynistic incel? Once he was done humiliating her, her face was covered with the remains of her makeup, smeared with tears and saliva. Ass hairs were stuck to her face and a long trail of saliva connected her lips to his asshole. She looked nothing like the strong confident woman she was just this very morning.

"What would your parents think if they saw this?" Andrew sneered at her. "What would all of those proud teachers who praised you say about you now?!" Zoey burst into tears again hearing his mocking words. He was right. She didn't even fight back against him, she had simply let herself be disrespected and abused by him. She only cried in despair until Andrew started slapping her around, prompting her to cry out "They would call me a disgraceful bitch!" She wailed in anguish. "A good for nothing whore who's only good for sticking her tongue up a man's asshole!" She was so loud that Andrew was positive that his neighbors could probably hear, but that only served to inflate his ego.

A part of her had died and she no longer cared about anything. She only wanted to satisfy this disgusting man and get the job done. Without any prompting she dived back into his asshole and started tongue fucking it as hard and fast as she could. Andrew laughed at her enthusiasm and sat back and enjoyed the gorgeous girl he had blackmailed worshipping his asshole. She did everything she could to please him, kissing his asshole, sticking her tongue deep inside it and wriggling her tongue around, wrapping her lips around his anus and sucking on it, even blowing spit bubbles into his asshole and then wiping it clean with her face. She was nothing more than a mindless slave bent on worshipping his asshole at this point.

Eventually, Andrew reached his breaking point. This was a world class rimjob from a girl that every man lusted over, it was already a miracle he lasted this long. He pushed her away and began stroking his cock directly on to her face.

"Take it all bitch, take my cum on your face" he yelled out as the dam broke and his cum shot out of his cock with more force than any orgasm he ever had in his life. It sprayed all over her face, thick globs of yellowish cum staining the piece of art that used to be Zoey's beautiful face. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. Satisfied, he turned around and bent over, letting his fat stomach hang forward while accentuating his fat and flabby ass cheeks. It was an undignified position, but then again, he was never that much of a well mannered man.

"Kiss my butthole. Show it how thankful you are for being allowed to worship it."

Zoey pursed her lips forward and did as he ordered. She spread his ass cheeks wide with both her hands and planted a deep kiss on his asshole.

"Thank you for letting me worship your asshole" she moaned, her eyes unfocused. Satisfied, Andrew turned around and grabbed his phone.

"Here bitch, I'll keep my word" he said, showing her his phone as he pressed the delete button on the accursed photo that had gotten her into this mess.

Zoey's thoughts finally became coherent again. Was it over? Was she free? He actually kept his word?

Andrew tossed her clothes at her. "Wipe your fucking face and get your ass out of here. We're done tonight."

Cowed, defeated, and humiliated, Zoey did as she was told without a single word, dressing and quickly as she could, wanting nothing more than to be away from here as fast as she could.

***********

Zoey sat in the shower, staring at the wall. She wanted to break down and cry remembering what she did, but she was too harrowed and tired to even do anything. Guilt and shame ran over her like the water from her shower from the memories. She didn't even try to fight him off, to call his bluff, she had simply complied and did as he ordered. How could she ever stand confidently in debate competitions and use her silver tongue to deliver an eloquent speech when that tongue of hers was just shoved up a disgusting man's asshole? How could she ever face her boyfriend again when she had just given another man's asshole a make out session more intense than she had ever made out with him? She buried her face in her hands, wishing that this was all a horrible nightmare she would wake up from.

Eventually, Zoey got out of the shower. As she got into her room, she noticed a notification on her phone. Her blood ran cold as she read the message.

"How did you enjoy the taste of my ass bitch? Hope you enjoyed it, cos you'll be tasting it every night from now on! I may have deleted the picture from my phone, but I took several new pictures tonight! If you don't want those pictures all over the university... well you know what you have to do."

The message contained a single attachment, an image of her face pressed against his ass. Her eyes were shut, which was probably why she never noticed him taking the picture. The picture was absolutely disgraceful, a woman with her face smeared by makeup and saliva, face pressed completely into a man's hairy buttocks, mouth in an O shape clearly sucking as hard as she could.

Zoey finally broke down and tears started dripping. It looked like her nightmare was just beginning.

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I stepped out of the shower with a grey towel wrapped around me, sat down at my make up table and blow dried and straightened my long, blonde hair.

It took me another hour to do all of my make up in preparation for my date with Jack. When I was picking an outfit I wanted to choose something sexy enough to make him want me, but conservative enough to not look like a slut.

I only stood at 5 foot 1 and had a curvy figure, my boobs were only C's but with my smaller height they seemed to look bigger. I also moisturised them every day, my boobs being one of my best features.

I eventually settled on a little black dress that hugged my figure nicely, it showed off my curvy hips but also pushed my boobs up a little give away some cleavage.

"Perfect." I said to myself in the full length mirror.

I grabbed my little black bag and headed downstairs to see my mum and dad sat in the living room.

"I'm heading out." I called out to them and tried to run past, knowing my dad doesn't like when I dress this revealing, although it really wasn't that revealing.

"Lola!" I heard him shout back, "Get back here."

Urgh I grunted to myself and headed back in.

"Yes?" I said in my cutest, innocent girl voice.

"You're wearing that for your date?" He said to me with a stern voice.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"Don't you have anything that could cover you up a little more?" He asked me.

"Dad, it's just a dress." I told him, trying to play it off cool.

"You don't want to give him the wrong idea." He told me, still shaking his head.

"I won't dad, don't worry." I told him.

"Leave her alone Paul," My mum said standing up for me, "She's 19, she's a smart girl."

"Fine." My dad grunted.

"Thanks guys, love you, see you later." I said and ran out the door.

I jumped into the taxi and set off to meet up with Jack.

Now, I knew I was attractive. Not in a cocky and arrogant way, but I was a small blonde that was in shape, a shape I work hard to have. I worked as a personal trainer so I spent my life at the gym. On most of my nights out I would have guys hitting on me and grabbing my arse. I didn't mind it, in fact I saw it as a compliment. However, I was a good girl. Jesus, I had only had sex with one guy and even that was shit! I just knew that confidence came from within and you have to love yourself.

This Jack that I was meeting was from a dating app, he was a few years older than me and he looked like he went to the gym a lot. Truth be told, one of his photos was him topless at a beach and he had an amazing body! A great set of abs which is hard to find. We had been talking for a few weeks and finally agreed to meet up.

My work had me busy all of the time and I never really wanted a boyfriend, however this guy seemed really nice... and hot! So I thought what's the harm in a date.

I eventually got to the bar where we were meeting and saw him stood outside. He was in a nice pair of jeans and a black shirt. His black hair was combed to one side and I had a sigh of relief to know I didn't get catfished.

"Jack?" I said as I walked up to him.

"Hey, Lola. Glad you're here." He said and hugged me. He was over 6 foot and made me feel tiny in his arms.

"Me too, I was worried you wouldn't show." I joked with him.

"No chance." He joked back.

We headed inside and sat down. He ordered a beer and I had a gin and lemonade. I caught myself just staring at his beautiful, chiselled face. He had an amazing jaw line with just a little bit of stubble, that mixed with piercing blue eyes made me weak in the knees.

"So, have you met anyone from a dating app before?" He asked me.

"Never, this is my first date in about a year." I told him with a little laugh.

"Well, I'm honoured." He replied.

As the night went on the conversation was easy and very flirty. Every now and again I would touch his arm and after a short while he moved in close to me so our thighs were touching.

I had two more drinks and I felt myself loosening up a little. I caught him a few times staring at my chest and when he placed his hand on my bare thigh and left it there I felt like I was going to explode.

I looked over at him, his eyes were staring into my soul and I felt his hand squeeze my thigh. His lips just looked so, inviting.

Without giving me time to second guess it, I leant forward and planted a kiss on him. I closed my eyes and I felt one of his hands hold my face as we slowly kissed. After a few second I opened my mouth and felt his tongue slip inside of mine.

I pressed my tongue against his and I was feeling light headed. I hadn't felt this turned on by a man in so long! Something about him just got me going, I didn't care that I was so openly making out with him in a bar.

Our tongues just kept dancing along each other, his hand kept squeezing my thigh and my hand moved up to lay on his chest.

"Mmmm." I lightly moaned into his mouth. I could feel between my legs feeling like butterflies.

This isn't like me, what's happening? I thought, but I couldn't deny it, I was very, very horny!

Although I was far from a slut, I knew I just had to go home with him. It's been so long and since my first time was so shit I needed to feel what it was like with a real man.

I broke the kiss and moved only an inch or so away from him, my mouth was giving out short, breathes as I stared at him with hunger in my eyes.

"Should we... go back to your place?" I whispered and saw a huge smile take over his face.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

Him asking me that, being a gentlemen just made me confirm the decision.

"Definitely." I told him.

He grabbed my hand and stood up in a second.

"Let's go." He said and I let out a laugh at how eager he was.

When we went outside to get a taxi I couldn't believe what I was doing. My friends would never believe this! This wasn't like me at all, going home with a guy on a first date! I was pretty much a virgin, yet here I was going home knowing I was about to have sex!

We got onto the taxi and as soon as it started to move Jack moved over and kissed me again. His hand was squeezing onto my bare thigh and I let out a moan again. My hand rose up and held onto his chest and abs.

I felt his hand ever so slowly move up my thigh, I instinctively spread my legs a little. Yet, when I felt his fingers go below my dress I pulled back a little.

"Not here." I whispered to him with a smile, not being the sort of girl that would get fingered in the back of a taxi.

"Fair enough." He whispered back and continued to make out with me.

By the time we got to his place I was a mess, I was so fucking horny and I knew this time my little vibrator wouldn't cut it!

We went inside and I found out he shared an apartment with his friend who luckily was out for the night.

When the front door shut Jack held me hard against the wall and passionately made out with me. I was having to stand on my tip toes and arch my neck to meet his mouth, him being so much bigger than me just made me enjoy this more.

I felt his hands reach down and grab my arse, Ooooh god! I moaned in my head. It's been a long time since I was like this with a man and god did I miss it!

He grabbed and squeezed my firm arse as I pulled him in close to me.

I started to undo his shirt and pull it off of him, I embarrassingly let out a gasp of pleasure when I saw his shaved, absolutely ripped body. He was amazing, his abs, his pecks, his arms! I was in heaven.

I ran my hands all over his body until he pulled my dress over my head. He threw it to the ground and I was standing there in just a black thong and black bra. He kissed me again against the wall and squeezed my tits over my bra as I undid his belt and pulled his jeans down.

Soon, we were both there in just our underwear.

"Bedroom?" I whispered to him.

"This way." He said with a smile.

We went hand in hand and closed the door behind us.

We carried on making out as he grabbed and squeezed my body, I could tell how hot he was and I was ready for him.

I broke the kiss and lay myself on the bed, I looked up and him and spread my legs and saw him smiling down at me.

I watched as he went between my legs, he pulled my soaking wet thong to one side and I let out a loud moan before he even touched me. Then, I felt his tongue on my clit.

"Oooooohhh god!" I moaned loudly and gripped onto his bed sheets.

My head felt like it was spinning, his tongue was doing wonders to my body. Every time I felt him flick along my clit my legs twitched and my chest heaved up and down.

As he kept licking me I unclasped my bra and threw it to the side. I grabbed and squeezed my own tits as he kept licking me.

"Yeeeeesss." I panted out when I felt his finger slide inside of me.

Oh god, what am I doing? I thought, having this man I just met finger me, but I was loving it!

He kept licking and fingering me for ages, my breathing became constant and heavy and I could feel my orgasm rising throughout my body. However, I wasn't ready to cum yet.

I looked down at my thick, toned legs that were spread wide with his head between them. I grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him up to me and kissed him again.

His hot body lay on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him as our tongues ran against each other. I could taste myself on his tongue which was a first but I didn't hate it.

After a minute or two I broke the kiss and started at him.

"Roll over." I panted out.

He lay on his back and I straddled on top of him. Without saying a word I worked my way down his body. Staring at the bulge in his boxers I could already tell that he had a big cock.

I grabbed onto his boxers and pulled them off of him, I let out a loud gasp at his cock. It was huge!! So much bigger than the guy I unfortunately lost my virginity to. He was also completely shave which just made me happier.

In a second I reached up and grabbed hold of his cock, slowly stroking it in my hand and marvelling at how beautiful it was. My other reached and massaged his smooth, big balls. I heard him let out a little moan and I looked up to smile at him.

I brushed my hair back with my hands and moved my head closer to his cock. I was a little nervous as I had only sucked one other cock so I didn't know if I was any good.

However, I licked my lips and aimed his cock towards me. Opening my mouth, I felt his head pass my lips and I wrapped them around his shaft.

"Ooh yeah." He moaned which made me smile.

I swirled my wet tongue around the head of his cock and tasted his precum, it was intoxicating and I immediately fell in love with it.

I kept moving my plump, wet lips up and down his shaft as I massaged the head with my tongue. I pulled away and held his cock up. Sticking out my tongue, I ran it all the way from the base up to the tip and gave a little kiss to his head. I did that to the other side and then moved my tongue lower and licked his smooth balls.

"Oh god, that's so good." He moaned as I licked and sucked on his balls.

I could feel him squirming around me and I loved that he was enjoying it.

Bringing my mouth back up and carried on sucking his dick, my head bobbed up and down as I playing with his cock with my tongue. Over and over I bobbed up and down until I couldn't take it any more.

I pulled up and kissed him. With his big, strong arms he easily flipped me over so I was lay on my back with my legs spread around him.

He held onto his cock and aimed it up with my wet, needy pussy. When I felt the head first push inside of me I let out a long, heavy gasp.

"Ooooohh!" I moaned, feeling like he was stretching me more than I could've imagined.

I might as well have been a virgin with the size of his cock. He kept pushing deeper and deeper inside of me and I felt the walls of my pussy wrap around his cock. I was so dam wet that it made it easier for his cock to get deeper in me.

I thought for a second, He's not got a condom on! But it was a little late for that.

He did one more thrust and I felt the last of his cock go inside of me and I knew he was balls deep in my pussy.

"Jeeesuuuss!" I moaned loudly at being so full!

"Everything okay?" He asked me.

His hands were either side of his body and he looked down at me.

"Perfect." I moaned to him.

I grabbed his head and pulled him down to kiss me. We passionately made out and he started to thrust in and out of me.

Fuuuckk it was so good! Feeling his big, hard cock pushing in and out of my tight, wet pussy was so intense.

I wrapped my toned legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper and deeper.

He grabbed and squeezed my tits and my moaning started to get louder and louder. I felt like my body was bouncing up and down when he started to fuck me faster and faster.

He then surprised me by leaning back, grabbing my ankles and holding them in the air and onto his shoulders. He lent forward and pretty much bent me in half and fuuuckk his cock felt even deeper like this.

"Fuuuckk!" I moaned loudly as he started to hammer in and out of my little pussy.

I could feel him in my stomach it felt that deep as his balls slapped against me over and over.

"Fuck... fuck... yess...." I moaned over and over as he kept fucking me like this.

It was a good thing I was so flexible. At one point my ankles were near my head as his cock fired in and out of me. I just grabbed onto his muscular back and enjoyed him battering my pussy.

"Fuckk... Jack...." I moaned, "I'm close."

"Good!" He said with a smile.

His hand managed to go below and when I felt his finger press on my throbbing clit I felt like I was about to explode.

He kept fucking me like this as he rubbed my clit and then it hit me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!" I moaned loudly as the best orgasm I've ever had wrecked throughout my entire body.

From his moaning and thrusting I could tell he was getting close, I was on the pill and there was no way I was about to tell him to stop as my own orgasm was still hitting me hard.

"Fuuck Lola!!" He moaned.

I grabbed his head and shoved my tongue into his mouth. We kept passionately kissing as his thrusts got harder and harder.

"I'm gonna cum." He moaned in my mouth.

"Cum in me." I told him, although I knew it was stupid but at the moment I didn't care.

"Fuuckk!" He moaned into my mouth again and I felt the first shot of his cum hit inside of my pussy.

The feel of him cumming inside of me just made my own orgasm carry on.

We were both moaning and panting like wild animals as we both came around each other. My body was twitching and spasming as he kept filling me up with his hot, sticky cum.

"Oh god..." I panted when he stopped thrusting and kept his cock fully in me, "That was amazing."

"Yeah, it was." He panted back to me.

I felt his cock going soft in me and eventually slip out, followed by his cum leaking out of my pussy.

"Could you, get me some tissue?" I embarrassingly asked him.

"Sure." He said with a laugh.

Most girls would know, cleaning cum that's leaking out of your pussy is no proud thing. I did it as quick as possible and then he joined me on the bed.

I moved to lay on one side as Jack cuddled around me. Being held in his big strong arms just made me feel so safe, so warm, so satisfied.

CHAPTER 2

I slowly woke up, still feeling his arms around me and it instantly brought a smile to my face.

"Morning." I heard him say, he must've already been awake.

"Morning." I replied and turned around to give him a kiss.

"Last night was fun." He said to me.

I suddenly realised that we were both still very naked and I could feel his semi hard cock touching me.

"It definitely was..." I told him but felt a little nervous.

"What's wrong?" He asked, clearly picking up on it.

"I don't normally do that... you know, sleep with a guy on a first date." I told him, hoping he didn't think I was some slut.

"Neither do I." He told me, but he was clearly a lads lad, I'm sure he's slept with a lot of women.

"Sure." I joked to him.

"I don't." He laughed back.

We kept moving as we laughed and my hard grazed across his cock a few times. I don't know what was going on with me, just being naked with him here had me horny again already!

When we stopped joking around I looked at him dead in the eyes, Fuck it, I've already slept with him once, I thought.

I leant forward and kissed him, I reached down and grabbed onto his cock that was now fully hard and I started to wank him.

We made out for a while as I wanked his cock until he eventually came onto top of me again. It was easier this time when I felt his entire cock slide inside of me.

"Oooooh god." I moaned loudly as he started to thrust in and out of my pussy.

"You're so tight you know." He told me as he fucked me.

"You're so big!" I told him back.

I kept my legs spread wide as he fucked me, his cock was going fully in and out of my soaking wet pussy and I didn't even try to hold in my moans.

"Yeeess... fuck.... So good!" I moaned as my chest heaved up and down.

Then he surprised me again, I felt Jack's hand reach up and his fingers lightly gripped around my throat. Nothing tight, but tight enough to make my body twitch with pleasure.

I uncontrollably let out a smile and a heavy moan as he choked and fucked me at the same time.

"Oh fuck... fuck mee....." I moaned.

"Turn around." Jack said and I felt his cock pull out of my pussy.

In an instant I turned around and got onto my hands and knees, arching my back and sticking my arse into the air.

I felt his hands grabbing and squeezing no my cheeks.

"You have an amazing arse you know!" He told me and gave me a gentle spank.

"I'm glad you like." I joked back.

Then, I felt his cock go balls deep inside of me and fuck it was so good. Like before, I felt like his cock was in my stomach it was that big and he started to hammer in and out of me.

I was holding myself up with my hands but my body was rocking back and forth with how hard he was fucking me. He kept grabbing and spanking me which just enhanced my pleasure.

"Oh fuckk... so good!" I moaned over and over as he pushed himself in me.

"Fuuuck!" I grunted out when Jack grabbed hold of my hair and yanked it back.

SPANK!

He slapped my arse again.

Fuck... I couldn't believe how rough he was being with me, what else I couldn't believe was how much I enjoyed it!!

My neck arched back as Jack pulled my hair back and his cock thrusted in and out of me. I felt like a ragdoll for him to use but I loved it!! I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock and I knew I was about to cum again.

Fuck... Jack.... I'm gonna cum!!" I told him.

SPANK!

That last spank sent me over the edge.

"FFUUUCCKK!!!" I moaned loudly and I felt my pussy exploding around his cock in an amazing fucking orgasm.

"Fuuckk yess!!" Jack moaned and I felt him cumming inside of me.

I kept spasming around his cock as he filled my pussy yet again with his cum. It took a few minutes for us to both come down from our orgasms.

Like last night, he went to get me some tissue and I cleaned myself up.

"I erm... should probably get home." I said to him, suddenly panicking that my mum and dad wouldn't like that I stayed out.

"Oh yeah, do you want me to drive you home?" He asked me.

"No it's okay, I'll tell them I stayed at a friends." I said to him.

"Oh, right." He said with a bit of a disappointed look on his face and suddenly I felt a little guilty.

"Not like that!" I told him and grabbed his hand, "They know it was our first date, don't want them thinking their daughter just sleeps around."

"That makes sense." He replied with a smile.

Then as if all my nerves came to the surface, I looked to the ground and whispered to him.

"Do you... want to meet up again?" I asked, fearing that I was just another person for him to have sex with and now he wouldn't want to meet again.

"Definitely." He told me and my eyes lit up.

I gave him another kiss, put on my clothes and got a taxi back home.

In the taxi back I thought it was best to call my mum and dad so they weren't worrying about me.

"Hi mum." I said, knowing she would be the easier one to speak to.

"Hey, where have you been?" She asked me, she didn't sound too annoyed, but probably not happy that I didn't call last night.

"Sorry, I just stayed at Stacey's. I'm on my way back now." I told her.

"Oh, okay," He said, "How did the date go?"

"Yeah, great. Hopefully will meet up again soon." I told her.

"Great, I'll see you soon. Love you." She said.

"Love you too." I replied and put the phone down.

Phew, I got away with it. I thought.

When I got home I went to my room to update my social media account. When I started as a personal trainer I started this page to help build up my clientele. I also did online work outs that people paid for.

One of the things I very quickly realised when I started this page was that at least half of the people that followed me or liked my photo's / videos were men. Not men that were looking to work out, but men perving on me.

I didn't have a problem with it, in fact I actually liked it. Knowing that men found me attractive, I also loved my body so I was happy taking slightly revealing photo's like ones in bikini's and posting them. They definitely got the most views. In the last year I had got my profile to have nearly 50,000 followers so I was thought I was getting quite good.

What I realised when I logged back on was that Jack had found it and liked a lot of my photo's, mainly the more revealing ones!

After that I went to the gym for a work out, I wore light blue gym leggings and a sports bra and recorded a lot of it to put on my page later.

When I did I set the thumbnail as a close up of my arse which looked great in these leggings. Straight away it had a lot of views and likes. I don't know, knowing so many men were looking at me gave me a strange satisfaction.

That night I got into bed and actually called my friend Stacey, she had been texting me all day asking about my date so I thought I might as well tell her.

"No way!" She shouted down the phone when I told her I stayed at his.

"Yes way! I didn't get home until this morning!" I told her and burst out laughing.

"So? How was it?" She asked.

"Amazing!" I told her, "We did it again in the morning."

"Oh my god, you little slut!" She joked with me.

"Oh yeah, that's me." I said back to her.

"Are you going to see him again?" She asked.

"I hope so," I admitted, "Don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing! But we got on really well, he could be boyfriend material." I told her.

"You soppy bitch." Stacey joked, she was like me, a hot personal trainer with not much of a sex life, but she was my best friend.

"So go on, tell me about it, give me all the details." She egged me on.

I proceeded to tell her pretty much everything that happened, about him choking me, pulling my hair and spanking me.

"And you liked that?" She asked, not judging, more curious.

"You know what, I loved it! I couldn't believe it. He definitely knows what he's doing." I told her.

"Well maybe I need to try that next time." She joked.

"Oh yeah, you're more of a virgin than me!" I laughed.

"Shut up you," She shouted down the phone, "Right I'm getting going, I'll see you tomorrow."

With that we hung up and I lay back in my bed.

I couldn't get the thoughts of my time with Jack out of my head. I very quickly found myself turned on remembering everything he did to me.

My parents were in the other room so I couldn't use my vibrator, instead I put my hand in my pyjama shorts and started to rub my clit.

As soon as I imagined Jack choking me as he fucked me I started to let out heavy breaths. I had to bite my tongue to stop from moaning too loud.

I imagined Jack pulling my hair back and fucking me from behind, grabbing my arse and spanking me.

It only took me a few minutes until I made myself cum fantasising about him.

After that, I managed to fall asleep easy.

CHAPTER 3

The rest of the week Jack and I were texting all the time. We had agreed to meet up Saturday night and I was so excited to see him! Not just because he has woken up some sexual side of me, but because I really enjoyed spending time with him.

We were going to one of his mates house parties. I wore thigh high black tights, a short black skirt and a tucked in baggy t-shirt. It didn't show of my boobs as much as I normally do but it made my legs and arse look great.

He came to pick me up and I hopped into his car and kissed his cheek.

"You look amazing!" I told me, which I liked because I spent about two hours getting ready.

"Thank you, you too." I said back to him. He was in black, ripped jeans and a well fit t-shirt.

We got to the party and I was really happy when he held my hand to walk in. I was introduced to a few of his mates, they all seemed really nice. Proper lads, lads but they were funny. A lot of them were pretty cute to be fair, a very good looking group of mates.

There were not many women at the party which I thought was weird. Also I noticed there seemed to be a group of men talking to each girl.

Jack wasn't drinking because he was driving, so I decided to have a sober night as well.

We started off just sitting and chatting, I spoke to a lot of his mates and they all made me feel so welcome and like I was part of their friendship group. After a short while of having Jack's hand resting on my thigh I started to think about that night with him and I found myself getting turned on.

Wanting to show myself as confident I got up and sat on his lap, wrapped my arms around him and leaned in for a kiss.

I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into his as he grabbed my thigh and arse. I didn't really care that people could see up doing this, I was just lost in the moment of making out with him.

This went on for a while, I was getting really turned on and part of me was thinking of taking him to the bathroom to fuck, but I wasn't that sort of girl.

We got up and went into the middle of the massive living room where everyone was dancing. I don't know what had gotten into me but I was properly grinding myself onto Jack. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I loved that I was turning him on so much.

I turned around and started to make out with him again, pushing myself into him to feel his cock on my stomach.

The party was busy so I thought we could've gotten lost in the crowd as we made out.

After that I was a horny mess, every now and again I would reach down and grab his cock, feeling him rock hard in his jeans and he would just smile back at me.

We carried on dancing there for a while, that was when I started to feel other people start to grab my arse and feel me up.

I didn't mind, if anything it actually turned me on knowing these men wanted me. I looked up at Jack and he just smiled back at me, clearly not bothered that his mates are feeling me up. So, I let it happen.

We kept dancing and I kept feeling different pairs of hands grabbing my arse.

I turned back to Jack and leaned in to make out with him, feeling like a completely horny mess. Then I felt a pair of hands go up my skirt and grab onto my bare arse cheeks.

I let out a moan into Jack's mouth, knowing full well it wasn't his hands because he had one hand on my face and another on my tit.

The stranger who was grabbing my arse suddenly moved, then I felt his body pressing up behind me. I was suddenly sandwiched between Jack and someone I couldn't see. Although, I could feel both of their hard cocks pressing at my front and back.

Ooohhh god, Lola what are you doing?! I thought as I allowed both these men grind themselves on me.

I stopped kissing Jack and jet let out a moan when I felt someone grabbing my tits. I was too horny and letting this get out of hand, but I couldn't stop it.

"Oooohhh!" I moaned loudly when I felt a hand move up my skirt, pull my thong to one side and a finger was pushed deep into my wet pussy.

I don't know what turned me on more, that I was getting fingered so publicly, or that I didn't know who was fingering me.

I rested my head onto Jack's chest and just allowed this finger to pump in and out of me. At the same time someone untucked my t-shirt from my skirt and their hands went up to grab my tits from over my bra.

"Fuck!" I panted into Jack's chest when a second finger went inside of me.

I felt myself being slightly bent over, my arse was sticking out a little and whoever's fingers it was, was properly pumping in and out of me now.

I opened my eyes to see the room full of guys, a few were watching and a few were just going about their business. It seemed all of the women had disappeared.

"Take my cock out." I heard Jack whisper to me.

I looked up at him, my mouth letting out quiet moans, I just stared into his beautiful blue eyes and he gave me a dominant nod.

I was so horny I didn't care. I didn't care that I was acting like such a slut, that I was doing something I never imagined. I reached my hand into his jeans and grabbed hold of his rock hard cock. He was already leaking precum cum as I stroked my hand up and down his shaft.

Then, suddenly, the fingers left my pussy and my skirt was pulled up over my waist and my black thong was pulled down to my ankles. I didn't even think when I stepped out of them, even though I knew I was now completely exposed in this room full of men.

Whoever was stood behind me kicked my ankles lightly and I spread them a little wider. I just closed my eyes and focused on wanking Jack's cock.

Then I felt his fingers go back into my needy pussy.

"Fuck!" I moaned out again as he was quickly finger fucking me.

"Do you like that?" Jack asked me and I looked up at him as I moaned.

I couldn't speak, I felt embarrassed by how much pleasure I was getting from this so I just nodded at him.

"Good girl." He whispered and leant down and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I made out with him.

SPANK!

Someone slapped my firm, curvy arse. I didn't even know if it was the man fingering me because his fingers never left my pussy.

Someone was grabbing my arse cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing my holes even more.

I watched as Jack undid his jeans and pulled them down, letting out his big cock that I never let go off. That was until he grabbed my head and pushed me down.

I was now properly bent over, holding onto Jack's hips for support as I was getting fingered from behind. My face was just inches away from Jack's big, hard cock and I could see him precum pouring out.

"Suck it." He ordered.

Oh fuck, should I? I thought.

My mouth watered from just looking at it and my pussy was starting to clench around the fingers inside of me.

FUCK IT! I thought.

In front of a room full of men, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around Jack's big, thick cock.

"Mmmm." I moaned as I quickly started to bob up and down his cock. Giving him a sloppy blowjob.

It was weird, it was like I wanted to prove to everyone watching that I could give a good blowjob.

It was hard at this angle to give him a proper blowjob, as I just held his hips and bobbed my head forward and backwards. However, the fingering made me moan more and more around his cock and made his body vibrate.

"You sure have brought us a hot one this time Jack." I heard one guy say, I tried to look up but I couldn't see much from this angle. Instead I just kept swirling my tongue around Jack's cock and taking him down my throat.

"Did you get to try that arse out?" Another voice asked.

"Not yet." Jack replied and my eyes shot wide with fear of what was going to happen this night.

"Mate," Another man shouted, "I've been staring at that arse for months on her social media, I need to have a go in that arsehole."

I started to panic a little, realising that these men all thought that I was not only going to let them all fuck me, but that they can do anal with me. Something I had no interest in.

I pulled back to speak but Jack gripped onto my hair and held me down.

"Glllggg.." I groaned around his cock when he thrusted into me and make me chock with his dick.

Then, the fingers in my pussy left and without any warning a finger was pushed knuckle deep in my definitely untouched arsehole!

"GGLLLLLGGGG!!" I moaned in surprise to my arsehole being filled, I felt like it was being stretched around this finger.

"Oh yeah, her arsehole is so tight." One man, presumably the one fingering my arsehole, said.

"From the photo's she takes I assumed she was just a massive whore." One man said.

"You would think that, but she told me she's only fucked one guy, once before." I heard Jack tell them. I felt a little betrayed hearing him tell them that, but at the same time I felt my pussy gush, realising that I was in for one hell of a night.

As my arsehole was getting fingered, more fingers were pushed into my wet pussy and I let out a loud moan around Jack's cock.

I was being held up as he fucked my throat deeper and deeper, I started to feel his balls hitting my chin and I knew I was deep throating his cock.

Spit started to fall down my chin as he fucked me, I felt like my throat was wrapping around his thick shaft. Whilst at the same time both of my holes were getting finger fucked faster and faster. To be honest the finger in my arsehole seemed to enhance the pleasure I was getting.

I started to moan uncontrollably around Jack's cock as I was fingered harder and harder.

"Get that top off, I need to see those tits." One man shouted.

Jack then let go of my hair and pulled his cock from my mouth, a pile of spit fell down my chin and onto the floor. He just put a finger on my chin and made me look up at him.

"You know that we're all about to fuck you right?" He said to me with a huge grin.

Oh god, is this really happening? I thought, This isn't me, is it? But I'm so horny!

I looked at him with my mouth wide open and covered in spit.

"Y-yes." I stuttered back to him and sealed my fate, I was about to get gang banged and I just willingly agreed.

"Good girl." He said to me.

Then he grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled it over my head, my bra was quickly undone and fell to the ground and suddenly I was completely naked in this room filled with men. I felt a little self conscious, however I could see a few of them pretty much drooling over me and that just turned me on more.

"Fucking great tits!" One man said and I felt someone roughly grab onto them and twist my nipples.

"Fuuuckk!" I moaned out form the pure pleasure I was receiving by being treated like this.

"Right," One man behind me said, "I need to try out this slut's cunt."

"Fair enough." I heard Jack say, then he grabbed my head again and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

I felt the fingers leave my arsehole and my pussy, there was some movement and suddenly I felt a very big, very hard cock thrust deep inside of me.

"MMMMMMMM!!" I moaned around Jack's cock as I suddenly found myself having two cocks in me.

Never in a million years did I think I would ever do something like this, but I would be lying if I said I didn't love it!

My legs were spread wide as I was held bent over, the man behind me wasted no time with fucking me as hard as possible. Each thrust pushed me forward and forced me to take Jack's cock deeper down my throat.

I could hear some of the guys chanting and laughing, I heard them calling me names like "Slut" or "whore". But right now, I was a slut, and I was going to enjoy it!

The big cock in my pussy kept hammering into me, I could feel his balls slap against my skin with every thrust and I felt me clenching around his dick.

"Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMMM!" I moaned over and over around Jack's cock as I was taking it from both ends.

The man behind me gripped onto my hips hard and fucked me harder.

"Fuuuuckk!!" I heard him grunt and I felt the first shot of cum for the night directly in my pussy.

It was overwhelming, I was on the verge of cumming but he pulled his cock out just before I managed to finished. I could just feel his cum leaking out of me and when he let me go I accidentally fell to the ground.

When I got back up to my knees I got my first view of all the men in the room. I couldn't even count how many were in there, at least 20. All of them eying me up like a piece of meat and I knew by the end of the night I will have gotten fucked by any of them. Strange thing though, I wasn't scared.

"Who's next?" I said looking up at them from the ground and they burst out into laughter.

"Fucking hell Jack," One guy said and tapped his back, "This has got to be the best and hottest slut you've ever brought us!"

At first this hurt me, knowing he had done this before, however it made me just want to prove myself even more. Be the biggest slut they've ever had!

Before I knew it, I felt a hand harshly push on my back and I landed on my hands with my arse in the air.

"Come here you fucking slut." A man said behind me.

I barely had enough time to turn around and see a good looking man behind me before I felt another cock go deep into my cum filled pussy.

"Fuuuucckk!" I moaned and arched my back as he went balls deep inside of me.

He was grabbing my curvy arse as he fucked me and I was letting out uncontrollable moans of pure pleasure.

"Fuck yeess!!" I screamed out when he grabbed my long blonde hair and yanked my head back.

"Someone shove a cock in this whore's mouth!" Someone said.

Then a big, hard cock appeared in front of my face. I didn't care that I was being a slut, I happily opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock.

I bobbed up and down on his dick like the slag I was being as the man behind me fucked me hard.

"Bounce back on me slut!" The man said behind me and slapped my arse hard.

I started to push back on his cock, fucking myself in this room full of men. When I bounced forward I took the cock in my mouth further down my throat and made myself gag over and over.

I could feel my spit dripping down my chin and I thought that my make up must look like such a mess.

"Gllg...glllgg....glllgg...!" I gagged over and over as I fucked myself on both of these cocks.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The man behind me kept slapping my arse, making them burn and sting but it just enhanced my pure pleasure.

Then, the man in my mouth gripped hold of my head and held me still. Without any warning he started to fuck my face like it was a pussy. He had no care for how much I was gagging around his cock. He would thrust all the way down my throat and his balls slapped against my chin every time.

My spit was flying everywhere and my throat felt like it was getting battered by his cock and I fucking loved it!!

"Fuck yeeess!!" The man in my cunt moaned and I felt a second load of cum filling me up, "Fuck that was good!" He moaned and I felt him pull out of me.

I quickly felt another pair of hands on my hips and my pussy twitched knowing I was about to get fucked again.

I felt a big, hard cock being pushed up and down my cum filled pussy.

"No way I'm fucking a cunt filled with cum." He said and suddenly my eyes shot wide open realising what he meant.

Without any warning or warm up, I felt a big, fat cock stretch my virgin arsehole and push balls deep inside of me.

"FUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!" I screamed and spat the cock in my mouth out as I felt like my arsehole was being ripped open.

SPANK!

"Shut the fuck up whore and take it!" He shouted and held his cock deep in my arsehole.

I could feel my poor arse clenching around his cock, it stung and burnt as it wrapped around him like a vice.

"My fucking arrrseee!" I moaned out but as I was speaking the man in front of me grabbed my face and started to fuck my mouth again.

I tried to focus on the cock in my mouth and not the fact that my arsehole was getting destroyed by a big fucking cock!

When I felt him start to pull out of my arsehole I felt my arse tighten around him more, until he pushed back in and filled my bowels up.

"Glllllggg!!" I gagged around the cock down my throat as the man in my arse started to anally fuck me.

It took a few minutes of getting spit roasted like this until my arsehole started to loosen, the pain started to go and was getting replaced with a pleasure I had never experience.

Then suddenly, the cock in my throat expanded and I felt his cum hit my tongue. Shot after shot of cum filled up my mouth. There was so fucking much that I gagged and coughed and felt it pour down my chin and onto the ground. I did my best to swallow as much as possible but there was so fucking much. I was such a fucking whore!

He pulled out and I felt like my face was covered in spit and cum.

SPANK!

"How's that arsehole feel slut?" The man behind me asked.

My loosened arsehole actually felt fucking amazing. The rims of my arse clenched around his cock and I moaned a heavy moan as I felt him in my stomach.

"Fuck my fucking arrsehoollee!!" I moaned loudly as he kept battering into me.

I even found myself bouncing back on his cock, wanting to feel it deeper inside of me. My arsehole was well and truly stretched but I loved it!

Someone started to grab, squeeze and twist on my tits. Causing pain that just enhanced the pleasure.

"Fuck.... Fuck... fuck... fuck me...!" I moaned over and over as my body rocked back and forth as my anal virginity was well and truly taken.

I kept clenching my arsehole around his cock, making myself feel even more stretched by him. Then I felt my insides start to build up. Am I really about to cum whilst getting fucked in the arse in front of a load of men? I thought.

I looked up at the all smiling at me and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'M FUUUCKINNG CUUMMIINNNGGGG!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my entire body twitched out of control. I fell down onto my face and let this man destroy my arsehole with his fucking cock as I moaned like a wild animal.

"Not such an innocent little girl now are you?" The man in my arse moaned.

"Noooo!" I moaned back, "I'm a fuckkiinnng whooorreee!!"

Then I felt him cum, the first load of cum in my life to fill the insides of my arsehole. When he pulled back I felt completely and totally empty and felt his cum leak out of my bowels.

It took me a few minutes to stop my chest from heaving and to control my breathing. My head was still on the ground with my battered, gaped arsehole in the air.

I eventually looked up and saw there were still a whole lot of men looking at me.

"Come ride me slut." I heard someone say.

I turned to their direction and saw a black man sat on the sofa with his big, black cock out. I had never experience a black cock before, but fuck did his look delicious.

Although my legs felt like jelly, I stood up and walked over to him. There were a few slaps on my firm arse cheeks as I walked over. All I could taste was cum and I felt more cum leaking out of both of my holes.

With absolutely no shame I straddled this black man and lined his cock up with my drenched pussy. Just as I went to sit down and impale myself on his cock he thrust up and went balls deep in me.

"Fuuuck!!" I moaned out and arched my back up.

"You liked that black dick, slut?" He said to me.

"So fucking much!!" I moaned.

He held me by my hips and started to thrust up and down in my cunt. It was so fucking good and my pussy felt like it was getting battered!!

I had to hold onto his big, strong shoulders as his black cock hammered in and out of me.

When he let go of me I fell all the way down his black meat and just sat with him balls deep in me.

He started to grab and squeeze my perky tits. This is when I started to grind myself back and forth on his cock. Pretty much keeping him fully in me as I pleasured myself using his dick.

"Sit forward slag." One man said and I felt a firm shove on my back.

My soft tits were pushed into the black man's face and I was held tightly in place.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked but it came out as more of a moan.

"Seeing if you can take one in each hole." He said without a care for my wishes.

Oh fuck, I'm about to get DP's, is this really fucking happening? I thought but my question was quickly answered when I felt a cock pressing against my cum filled arsehole.

With my pussy so full of black cock, my arsehole felt even tighter when he started to push into me.

"Fuuuckk, you're going to rip me in two!" I moaned out as I was held tightly against the black man.

SPANK!

"You can take it slut!" He said to me and kept pushing and pushing.

I felt what must've been half of his cock inside my arsehole and my breathing because heavy and constant.

"Y-yes sir." I moaned, wanting to be the best slut.

Every inch of his cock felt like a mile as my insides fell so unnaturally full. When I felt his thighs touching my thick arse cheeks I knew I had two cock balls deep in me. My arsehole and my cunt we well and truly filled.

"FUUCK ME!!!" I screamed out as my entire body started to shake, the feeling was so fucking intense I thought I might pass out.

Then the black man started to thrust in and out of my cunt from below me.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCCCKKKK MEEEEE!!" I screamed over and over as both of my holes were getting absolutely destroyed.

Both cocks were alternately fucking both of my holes, the feeling was intense and I was screaming like an absolute whore.

Someone kept yanking my hair and slapping my arse which I loved.

Then I saw Jack's face come into view.

"How do your holes feel?" He asked me.

"Fucking.... Good..." I moaned to him as my head bobbed up and down.

I kept clenching around both cocks to make it feel even better as I was getting destroyed.

"Fuck yes!!" The man in my arsehole grunted and I knew a second load of cum was filling my bowels.

When he pulled out my arsehole felt properly gaped and I felt the air hitting it.

"Turn around and ride me." The black man said.

"Yes, sir." I moaned.

I got off of him, turned around and sat back down on his cock. He was grabbing my thick arse as I pushing myself up and down his big, black cock.

Jack then came in front of me and smiled at me. His hand quickly moved and I felt his fingers grip my throat. He held tighter and tighter. My eyes started to water and I started to struggle to breath but that just seemed to make the fucking feel better.

With a little force, he pushed me back so my back was firmly against the black man's body. Still struggling to breath, I let out a little gasp when I saw him lining his cock up to my pussy along side the black cock.

He's not about to do what I think is he? I thought, but he was.

With his firm grip around my throat, I couldn't speak when he started to push his cock inside of my pussy, stretching me unbelievably wide along with the black cock.

"Fuuuucckk." I managed to whimper out as I felt my pussy stretch and accept his cock inside.

I HAVE TWO FUCKING COCKS IN MY CUNT!! Was all I could think as Jack kept pushing deeper and deeper.

It felt like my pussy was being ripped wide open as my walls were tightly wrapping around both cocks. I couldn't believe they could even fit in.

With one quick thrust, Jack pushed the rest of his cock inside of me and I had two cocks balls deep in my battered cunt.

He let go of my throat and I gasped for air.

"You're getting well and truly fucked tonight." Jack told me.

"Yyyes.. s-sir." Was all I could whisper out.

I felt myself drenched in sweat, my legs were spread wide open and held in the air, my tits bouncing around with bruise marks all over from being grabbed so much and it felt like the air was being pushed from my lungs.

Then, Jack started to fuck me.

My hair started to fall all around me and get stuck to the spit and sweat around my face.

"Fuuuck yeess!! Fuck me!!" I moaned as both cocks stretched my cunt over and over and over.

"Destroy my fucking cunt!! Fuck me like a fucking whore!!" I screamed over and over as my legs flayed about, "It's your cunt! Fuck your fucking cunt!!"

Jack hammered in and out of me over and over, my pussy started to loosen and accept both cocks inside and I was screaming so loud I'm surprised the police weren't called.

Then, another feeling I never experience hit me and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"HOOLLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!" I screamed and I started to squirt all over Jack's body.

The feeling was fucking intense and I went light headed as more and more of my juices squirted out of me. I couldn't stop myself, I was in fucking heaven being an absolute whore for these men!

"You fucking whore!" Jack moaned and I felt another load filling my cunt, I didn't even know if it was Jack's or this black man's.

When Jack pulled out I also felt the black man's soft cock slip out of me and I realised they both had cum inside of me.

"Fuck..." I panted as the black man sat up and I fell onto the sofa.

I was exhausted from being fucked so much but more men started to gather around me. I looked up and they must've been able to tell from me being out of breath. One of them just grabbed my head and leant me forward. I remained sat on the sofa but he shoved his cock down my throat.

"Gllug... glugg... glugg.." I gagged over and over as he fucked my face. I was grateful for the break from my arse and pussy and I did love the feel of a cock fucking my throat.

In a few minutes of face fucking, the man pulled out and without any warning I felt his cum start to spray all over my face.

I managed to close my eyes in time for his cum to land on my forehead, over both cheeks and all down my mouth. I felt it dripping down my face and onto my legs. All I could smell was cum and I loved it!

"Bend over slut." One man said.

I looked up to see another giant cock in front of me.

"I think I'm too tired." I told him whilst panting for air.

He reached out for me to take his hand, fuck it, I thought and took his hand. To my surprise he didn't bend me over. Instead he lay me down on the floor and spread my legs.

"Mmmm." I moaned with my eyes closed when I felt his big cock slide into my stretched, cum filled cunt.

He started to fuck me on the floor hard and harder, I opened my eyes to see three cocks over me wanking. One of them knelt down and I moved to wrap my lips around his cock.

I lovingly and sloppily bobbed up and down on his cock as this other cock thrust in and out of me. My pussy was so soaked and stretched it felt nice to have him going in and out of me.

I kept swirling my spit around the cock in my mouth as he slowly thrust in and out of me. Someone grabbed my hair and turned me to face the other way, I opened my mouth and let another cock start to fuck it.

For a while I had one cock fucking my pussy as my head was turned side to side to suck on these two cocks.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned lovingly over and over as I made love to these cocks with my mouth.

"Oooh fuck." One man grunted and I felt a warm, sticky liquid land on my tits. What must've been buckets of cum covered both of my tits and my chest.

Then the cock that was in my mouth suddenly pulled out and started to spray another load of cum over my face.

"Mmmm!" I moaned, I opened my mouth and caught some on my tongue before I swallowed it down.

The pleasure from the man in my pussy kept building and building as another man sprayed his cum all over my face, my tits and my abs.

Being totally covered in cum as someone fucks me felt amazing and I felt my own orgasm building up.

"Fuck!" The man fucking me grunted and feeling his load of cum fill my cunt set off my next orgasm.

"Ooooh fuck yeeess!" I moaned as my pussy clenched around his cock and my body shook through another orgasm.

I almost felt like I was floating after that. I could feel someone lift up my legs and my arse off the ground, then a cock slid into my well stretched arsehole and started to anally fuck me again.

I was just letting out light moans as his cock kept thrusting in and out of me. I knew it wasn't going to make me cum, but the sensation of my stretched, cum filled arsehole having a cock going in and out was a great feeling.

As he fucked my arse, I had my eyes closed and I felt another load of cum start to land all over my face. I could feel him getting it all over my hair, as though the goal was to cover as much as possible in cum.

After that one, someone helped me to my feet and guided me over to the sofa. I sat back and my body and mind felt completely exhausted. Everything went a little fuzzy and I started to fall asleep.

I wasn't out for long, when I woke up someone told me I was only asleep for half an hour. I was a little surprised to find out that nothing had happened to me while I was asleep, I guessed they did have some respect for me.

After my little nap I felt ready to go again and before I knew it I was getting DP'd again. Being so small was handy as I was being held up between two men, they were bouncing me up and down as one cock was in my arsehole and one was in my cunt.

I was fucked in each hole again, countless times and I had even more loads of cum covering my body.

Then, they managed to get another two cocks into my cunt at the same time which again I massively came when they were fucking me. I looked at my poor pussy being stretched so unnaturally as two cocks slid in and out of it.

By midnight my holes felt battered, every inch of my body, face and hair were covered in cum. I had pure buckets of cum leaking out of every hole and I can't even imagine how much cum I had swallowed.

Jack held out his hand and picked me up to my feet when the last guy filled my cunt with his cum.

"I think you should stay at mine tonight," He said to me, "I don't think your parents would like seeing you this way." And he let out a little laugh.

I laughed back and smiled.

"Yeah, think you're right." I said to him.

I put my clothes on, which ended up with them just being covered in cum and then went back to Jack's apartment. I didn't realise it but apparently his room mate was at the party and fucked me twice.

When he got back to theirs, I ended getting spit roasted by them both on Jack's bed. I was on my hands and knees as Jack fucked my well used pussy whilst his made fucked my throat. After Jack came inside of me and made me cum, I then rode his roommates cock with my arse until he came in me.

After that I had a shower and went to sleep with Jack.

EPILOGUE

It has been two weeks since my gangbang, my holes have only just started to feel back to normal and not sore. I didn't tell anyone about what happened, how could I? The things I did... the things I said, I was such a whore and slut, but at the time I loved it.

I haven't been able to make myself cum since because both of my holes have been sore. I was a little worried that they would be stretched and loose but everything seemed okay.

I had vowed to never do anything like that again. I focused on my personal training, however when I saw Jack's friends liking photo's of me on social media I did wonder which of them knew about me getting gang fucked, or which of them may have fucked me.

Before that night my body count was only 2 and now... I don't even know.

As I sat in my bed, thoughts running through my head, I didn't know what to do.

Jack was having another party starting in an hour. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. You really shouldn't do this. I thought to myself.

Yet, that didn't stop me putting on my sluttiest dress, getting into a taxi and going to the party.

When I entered there was a cheer from all the men, I even recognised a few of their faces from last time.

Jack grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss.

"I hope you're holes are ready for another good fucking?" He said to me.

"Y-yes." I replied, my pussy gushed, knowing that I was about to get well and truly gang fucked!

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Gangbang!

A part of Amy was disgusted with herself and the woman she had become. But another part had never felt sexier and more alive. Not only had she cheated on her boyfriend Pete, but she had done so with Jack, her best friend Julie's boyfriend. Actually, to be perfectly honest, she had done more than that.

First, she fantasized about him. Then, she let him finger-fuck her. After that, she had phone sex with him and willingly admitted numerous illicit desires to him. Next, she gave him a blow job. Then finally, she fucked him. All the while professing to be his personal on-call slut and perform whatever demeaning sexual acts he demanded.

No matter how bad that part of her felt about the betrayal of her friend and boyfriend, those feelings paled in comparison to the uncontrollable, carnal lust she felt towards her new lover. Fantasizing about him constantly, she was pretty much unable to orgasm while making love to her boyfriend or masturbating without imagining him in some capacity.

Whereas in the past, after their indiscretions, she had tried to stay away from him, she now knew that it would be impossible. She knew that it was an undeniable fact that she absolutely loved being used by him. That she loved how he treated her like a sex object and was desperate for more.

It had been almost a week since she had finally given in to her desires and fucked her fantasy man when he beckoned her to come over. Julie was out of town visiting her mother and he sounded quite eager to have his new fuck-toy over and see just how obedient she was actually willing to be for him. Just as keen to show him how dutiful a slut she could be, Amy made up an excuse for her boyfriend and rushed out to comply with his summoning.

When Jack opened the door to the apartment, a shiver immediately shot through her body, causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to quiver.

"Hi." She whispered softly, her mind already envisioning the hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex they were about to engage in. "May I come in?" She asked as she walked in past him, not waiting for his answer.

"Make yourself at home." He replied, shutting the door as he looked her up and down and nodded with approval.

The sand coloured, linen drawstring skirt she wore came to just above her knees, while the sexy indigo blue scoop-neck camisole tank top with the built in shelf bra nicely showed off her ample bosom. The pair of brown leather sandals with four and a half inch wedge heels added a nice compliment to the outfit, as did the ribbons of loose, glossy curls that bounced in her brunette mane.

"Less than an hour, I'm impressed." He continued, glancing at the clock on the wall as he moved closer towards her. 'You really are my little on-call slut, aren't you?"

She flashed a devilish grin at him, almost proud of the title he bestowed upon her. They both knew that she was at his beck and call, desperate to push her sexual boundaries and be the dirty girl she had long wanted to be for him.

"Yes..." she sighed, as he leaned in close to her, his breath warm on her neck.

"Tell me," he whispered in her ear as he pressed up against her from behind. "What dirty fucking things did a slut like you hope she was gonna do today?"

She could not stifle the moan that escaped her lips as she took in his words. It amazed her how well he knew her sexual desires. How he knew that her entire body ached to be used, to be taken completely as an object of pleasure, with no sexual gratification too taboo.

"Tell me." He demanded, yanking forcefully on a fistful of her curly hair to underscore his authority.

"I wanna be your fuck-toy." She whispered, "I'll do whatever you want."

"I know you will slut," he replied, his tone dominant and almost menacing. "But I want to hear my little fuck-toy tell me the bad things she's been fantasizing about doing for me."

Amy could feel her panties dampening rapidly as their dirty, demeaning dialogue progressed. But she knew that she was beyond the point where their filthy talk was just foreplay. She knew that each naughty desire she admitted to him was in fact what she yearned for in reality.

"I want to be used like a cheap whore." She admitted, her eyes fluttering shut as she spoke. "I want to be forced to do dirty fucking things."

"Oh, that's good, slut..." Jack cut in, his hard cock pressing against her ass as he spoke. "Now tell me, do you fantasize about getting gang-banged like a dirty whore?"

"Mmm, yeah," She groaned as she squeezed her eyes shut and visualized the scene. "I wanna be gang-banged like a slut."

"Well then you're in luck."

She was quickly torn from her erotic daydream and forced back to her senses with the sound of the voice. After her eyes shot open it took her a couple of seconds to realize that Jack's buddies Shane and Brandon had both emerged from another room and were standing in front of her.

Trying to appear less nervous than she was, she flashed a smile at them and tried to play coy, shrugging her shoulders playfully, like a kid who got caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

"You were saying?" Shane asked, winking at her as both he and his friend eyed her from head to toe.

"Something about wanting to be gang-banged?" Brandon chimed in as they both made their way closer to her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt Jack's muscular hands grip her arms, pulling them behind her back and pushing her breasts forward against the material of her top. A combination of fear and excitement made her tremble, knowing that her admission of a depraved fantasy was seemingly about to lead to it coming to fruition. She could shamefully feel the wetness growing in between her legs at the thought of being fucked raw by multiple dicks.

Suddenly, Shane's hands reached out and gripped her shirt, the thin material offering little resistance as he tore it apart. The two men grinned widely at her firm tits as her nipples hardened instantly at the exposure, and from the excitement of being so roughly uncovered. Her knees shook as Brandon rushed forward and found the drawstring on her skirt, untying it and letting it fall to the floor. She watched as his greedy eyes feasted upon her thong, now clearly drenched in her own excitement, and he quickly slid it down to reveal her glistening snatch.

Amy knew she was totally at their mercy now, but she said nothing. Staring ahead, she reserved herself to the fact that she was about to become a submissive slut to multiple men, just like she had admitted to fantasizing about.

Brandon pulled at her inner thighs and she felt Jack pulling her down slightly, bending her knees as her legs spread. She shuddered as Brandon's fingers gently touched her shaven twat and slid a thick finger inside. Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes as a second finger penetrated her and coated his digits with the slippery juices that flowed freely from in between her legs. Then, as swiftly as he began to finger fuck her, he pulled his hand away and slid it up her body, leaving a wet trail all the way up to her lips. Without a second thought, she opened her mouth and allowed his fingers inside, licking her own flavour off of them and loving the degradation being forced upon her.

"Does that taste good slut?" Jack asked with a whisper from behind her as his friend finished screwing his fingers in and out of her mouth. "Is this what you wanted?"

She could only moan in response as his two friends laughed at his complete control over her.

"You wanted to be a nasty little fuck-toy," Jack continued, "And now you're gonna have your wish come true. We're gonna fuck you like the slut you are until you're begging for more."

The words sent a shiver through her entire body. He knew exactly how to press her buttons and unleash all her deviant desires.

"Now finger yourself slut." He whispered in her ear. "Give the boys a show."

Still being held in a squatting position by Jack, she obeyed instantly. While one hand shot in between her legs and opened up her hot pink slit, the other journeyed to her mouth where she wet a couple of fingers that quickly travelled south to circle her sensitive clit. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, her mouth opening with her heavy breathing as she rubbed herself for their viewing pleasure.

Her eyes opened when she heard the sound of a zipper being tugged down close to her ear, and she was greeted by Brandon's short, yet thick cock being pushed to her face as he tugged down his pants. Almost on instinct, she wet her lips and glanced up at him, before slowly parting her lips.

"Suck it." He grunted as he took hold her curly hair and roughly pulled her mouth onto him.

He rammed it in so hard she almost choked, and immediately began pumping his dick in and out, so deep that her nose was pressing against his stomach. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft while her continual suction caused her cheeks to hollow. Meanwhile, a pair of hands began squeezing her breasts and gently tweaking her nipples.

"C'mon, don't be shy." Jack directed from behind her. "Sluts like her like it rough. Squeeze those tits hard."

Shane complied, pinching and twisting her nipples and causing her to moan against the cock she was hungrily working on.

"Okay, that's enough." Jack abruptly announced. "Let's get down to business."

In a flash, Brandon's dick slid out of her mouth, Shane's hands moved off of her chest and Jack pulled her up onto her feet and manoeuvred her over to the couch, aggressively bending her over the arm and forcing the wind out of her as the position forced her ass high in the air, inviting them to use her. She felt a pair of hands grasp her cheeks and squeeze roughly, pulling her ass apart to reveal her dripping cunt.

"Tell us what you want slut." Jack demanded as he slid his hard cock up and down the crevice between her cheeks.

"Fuck me." She moaned. "Oh God, fuck me."

"Is that all you want, slut?" Jack urged, the head of his prick starting to inch into her pussy. "C'mon..."

"I want a cock in my mouth!" She squealed as his dick continued to slide easily inside her. "Fuck me while I suck a cock!"

Amy moaned as Jack's cock slid deep inside her as he gripped her hips and began roughly pumping into her. She had only just begun to push back against his thrusts when her hair was grabbed and her head violently pulled back. With a smile, she parted her lips and sucked Shane's dick deeply into her mouth, eliciting a deep groan from him as his manhood slid down her throat and he began to fuck her mouth with long, slow strokes.

She had never felt so alive. Taking two cocks at once like the nasty slut she loved being. Her pussy was on fire as her best friend's boyfriend reamed his dick in and out and his buddy's fuck-stick slammed into her face. The situation already had her coming hard, her cunt clenching around Jack's prick as it spasmed uncontrollably. Her tits danced frantically underneath her as she was pounded harder and harder and, much to her delight, they did not go unattended to for very long.

Brandon knelt down beside the couch and cupped her firm breasts in his hands. His fingers pulled her nipples hard, extending her tits under his unrelenting pressure and sending needles of pain and pleasure shooting through her body. Pinching harder, he twisted and pulled until she started to squeal around the cock in her mouth.

Suddenly, she felt both the dicks in her mouth and her pussy rudely pulled out, and with precision moves, Jack swiftly flipped her over the arm of the couch and into a slouched sitting position. Brandon immediately moved himself in between her legs and pulled her ankles up to his shoulders, placing his prick inches away from her cunt.

"Tell him what you want slut." Jack demanded as he hovered above her, a beaming grin of satisfaction tattooed on his lips.

"Fuck me Brandon." She pleaded. "Fuck me."

"C'mon, you can do better than that." Jack pushed. "Let him know what kind of a slut he's gonna fuck."

"Use my dirty slut cunt!" She cried out, glaring at Jack for delaying her pleasure, but loving being made to beg for it. "Fuck me like the gang-banging little whore I am!"

With that, Brandon plunged into her, almost instantly pushing her to the brink of another orgasm and forcing her to buck against him wildly in desperation for her next climax. She did not have to wait long for another cock to fill her mouth as Jack eagerly presented her with his tempting meat to devour. Groaning against the shaft in her mouth, her whole body shook as Brandon's hips thrust back and forth relentlessly as he slammed into her pussy as hard as he could. She was in such ecstasy that she was almost losing track of who was fucking her and whose dick she was sucking. It was easier for her to just get lost in the sensations that were overloading her senses and enjoy it all.

"All right, my turn." Shane suddenly exclaimed.

Once again, both pricks were pulled out of her and she was hastily repositioned. This time she found herself being manoeuvred to straddle Shane on the couch, Jack holding her above his friend's throbbing manhood, clearly to torment her yet again.

"Let me ride his big cock!" She begged, not waiting to be prompted. "I need a cock in my slutty pussy!"

"Good girl." Jack beamed as he immediately obliged and forced her down onto the waiting shaft. "Ride him like the whore you are."

Shane entered her in one long stroke and grunted loudly as she began to bounce up and down on him, fucking his dick as hard as she could and sinking down on it all the way to his sweaty balls with each plunge. Amy cried out as he tore into her, gripping her hips as he drove his pelvis upwards to meet her rhythm. She was coming almost continually at this point, her breath ragged gasps was orgasms wracked her body. Her head was spinning so much that she barely even noticed her other two lovers now standing beside her, stroking their cocks and rubbing them against her face and lips, occasionally slipping inside her mouth and forcing her to alternately blow one after the other.

"God dammit, she is a good slut!" Brandon proclaimed from above.

"I'll second that!" Shane offered breathlessly as he gripped her hips and continued his long deep strokes into her fuck-hole.

"You hear that baby?" Jack asked. "They think you're a good little slut."

All she could offer was a moan in response as she pushed rhythmically back against the hard-on in her snatch, moving faster and faster, and making it more and more difficult for the other two pricks to fuck her face.

"Tell us how much you love it." Jack ordered. "Tell us how much you love getting gang-banged like a whore." For added emphasis he grabbed her tits hard, roughly pulling on her nipples and shaking them.

"I fucking love it!" She cried out loudly as he slapped her tits back and forth. "I love being fucked by three guys at once!"

"That's it!" He replied quickly, still assaulting her breasts. "Keep talkin' slut!"

"I wanted it!" She admitted with a shout, the only noise louder the sound of Shane and her flesh slapping against each other. "I fucking fantasize about getting gang-banged!"

"I know you do baby." Jack continued to encourage as he gripped her nipples, sending sparks of sweet pain through her. "You fuckin' love being a slut don't you?"

"Yes, oh God yes..." She panted as another mini orgasm tore through her. "I love being a slut."

"Tell us what kind of a dirty slut you are." He pressed, knowing how much she loved proclaiming her dirty ideals.

"I'm a dirty slut who loves to fuck my friend's boyfriend!" She wailed, thrashing wildly atop Shane as she spoke. "And let his friend's gang-bang me!"

"Yes baby! Keep going!" Jack cheered her on.

"I love to cheat on my boyfriend and be a dirty whore for lots of different guys!" She screamed. "I love being your fuck-toy and doing whatever you want!"

Yet another orgasm ripped through her body as she announced her pride and affection in being all things wanton. Thrashing and bucking wildly on top of Shane's cock, she thought she would black-out from the intensity of her latest explosion.

"I'm gonna come!" Shane grunted, no longer able to take it.

He pulled out of her completely and quickly tossed her off of his swollen prick and onto the couch. With a groan, she rolled over onto her back and her eyes widened at the sight of her three lovers all stroking themselves in front of her.

"Beg for it, whore." Jack commanded as his hand pumped up and down on his thick shaft.

"Come on me." She implored, the vision of three men playing with themselves setting her already hot pussy ablaze. "Come all over your slut."

"How bad do you want it slut?" He groaned, clearly on the brink of blowing his load.

"So fucking bad!" She wailed, looking up into his eyes with a complete submission on her face. "Shower you fuck-toy with all your come! Treat me like the whore I am! Like the slut I love to be!"

With that, Jack grunted hard as his orgasm took hold and his cock exploded, sending spewing come straight into her hair.

"Come on your cheap whore!" Amy beamed. "I'm your fucking sex slave!"

Almost as if on queue, Brandon's jerking dick erupted, causing him to utter a series of filthy obscenities as a rope of his stringy seed landed across her cheeks and lips.

"Fuck yes!" She bellowed proudly. "I love being used like a cheap little slut!"

Finally, Shane let out a growl of approval as he began to shower his hot seed onto her tits and stomach, just as Jack and Brandon moved in to start rubbing their pulsating cock heads all over her face, spreading their sticky fuck sauce all over her. She shook with a final small orgasm as she took in just how amazingly nasty she felt as their collective come literally washed over her.

"You are one amazing slut." Jack groaned as he looked down at her with a satisfied grin of total dominance.

"I told you I would do whatever you wanted me to." Amy replied, feeling deliciously dirty as she shot seductive glances at all three of her lovers while her fingers gently rubbed their spunk into her tits. "I'm your little fuck-toy."

Locking eyes with her best friend's boyfriend, she knew that they were both thinking the same thing. The two of them were already fantasizing about what the next naughty escapade would be for Jack and his personal slut.

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It wasn’t the substance that broke me. It was the way he made me thank him for it

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She didn’t scream when he drugged her—she smiled, because resistance had long been beaten out of her.

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Every drop of filth was a commandment; she licked them clean, begging for more — degraded, delighted, owned.

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You’ll shake, you’ll whimper, you’ll forget your own name… but you’ll remember who holds you when it’s over.

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You're not allowed to think for yourself anymore. Your thoughts are mine now — corrupted and rewritten by Daddy.

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You don't get to vanish. If you disappear, I’ll burn down the world just to drag you back

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You're not my little girl. You're my property. My toy. My addiction. And I don't share what's mine

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Daddy's girl

Mandie is feeling a little neglected with her Daddy away on business, so she does the one thing that she knows will get his attention: she misbehaves. She gets the spanking that she's hoping for, but then her Daddy takes her punishment a step further, and starts taking away privileges that she didn't know were on the table...Sensitive content warning, 10k words.

Content Tags/Warnings: Ageplay (between two consenting adults), specifically Daddy Dom/little girl dynamics; use of demeaning language, including slut-shaming and whorephobic language, in a consensual kink dynamic; spanking; discussion of/use of difficulty achieving orgasm for kink and fetish play

Mandie had big plans for the weekend.

She'd been alone all week. Sam--her husband and, more importantly, her Daddy--had been away since Monday night on a work trip.

Sure, he'd called her every night. They'd even had phone sex most of those nights, so she wasn't exactly deprived; he'd instructed her to use some of her favorite toys, talked her through some very satisfying orgasms with a dildo filling her up and a vibrator pressed to her clit, listening to his groans of satisfaction filtering through the audio of her cellphone.

But it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as seeing him, as touching him--as being handled by him. He couldn't very well keep track of her behavior from across the ocean, and it left her at loose ends, feeling ignored and untended.

Mandie was ready to have her Daddy's attention firmly focused back on her, and she knew one sure-fire way to get his attention: to misbehave.

His flight from the UK was supposed to land at half past three on Friday afternoon, which meant he'd be waiting for her when she got home from work at six.

Around two-thirty, once he was safely in the air, she snuck into her work restroom and took a couple of photos. One with her shirt pulled down, tits popping out; another between her spread thighs, daisy-printed panties pulled to the side to expose a peek of her privates. She sent the pics to her Daddy, knowing he'd be stuck on the plane with no real opportunities to masturbate.

Then she fixed her clothes and hurried back to her desk, ignoring the flurry of chimes as he responded.

She'd signed up for the airline's app, too, so she got a notification when he landed. Three forty-five, practically on time. She got a text from him a minute later, saying that he was picking up his luggage and reaffirming that he expected to see her at six, and that they'd have a conversation then about her timing when it came to sending dirty pictures.

Mandie read the text, and then promptly turned her phone off. She turned to her coworkers sitting beside her.

"Hey, who's up for happy hour after work?"

***

It was almost eight when Mandie finally arrived home.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she felt the tension in the air. It sent a thrill up her spine, some animal corner of her mind responding to the stillness--that primal part of her that was so attuned to her Daddy's moods.

She was in trouble.

She found Sam in the living room. He was seated on the couch, still half-dressed from the flight--slacks and a partly unbuttoned shirt, his tie undone and draped over his shoulders. He looked almost relaxed, as if he'd just stopped there to watch TV.

But he wasn't looking at the TV; it wasn't even on. He was staring straight at Mandie.

In his hand was his belt, already folded over to make a strap.

"Daddy!" Mandie hurried into the living room. "You're home! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow! My phone was off--"

"Mandie," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of having already decided how he was going to discipline her, "I know you saw the text I sent when I landed. The phone tells me you read it."

"Um." She stumbled to a stop and eyed the belt in his hand. "Oops."

"Yeah. Oops." He patted his lap. "Strip down. No, don't bother with your shirt and socks, I don't think you want to make me wait any longer."

Mandie's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she tugged off her leggings and her underwear, leaving her shirt to brush over her hips and her butt, not quite covering anything. Her half-dressed state made her feel even more vulnerable, emphasizing that she was baring herself to be disciplined, not for something more fun like sex.

She crossed the remaining distance in slow, hesitant steps, a few at a time, until Sam lost patience and reached out. He grabbed one of her hips, squeezing until his fingers dimpled into the soft skin of her asscheek. She squirmed and bit her lip, and he lifted an eyebrow.

"This was what you wanted, isn't it? A spanking? Don't bother to lie to me, now, you know I can always tell," he admonished, and Mandie flushed deeper, closing her mouth on the denial she'd about to try on. She just nodded instead, and he nodded in return. "I think you're starting to enjoy these spankings a bit too much. I'm not sure they're actually a deterrent at all for your misbehavior. But," he lifted a finger to stop her as she started to open her mouth again, ready to whine and beg for her spanking if she had to, "That's the consequence we agreed on for this kind of acting out, so you'll still get your spanking. And we'll talk about additional consequences after, because if I don't nip this in the bud, you're going to turn into an absolute terror."

"Yes, Daddy," Mandie said, abashed. He patted his lap, and she draped herself over it, presenting her bare buttocks. He placed his hand on her there--the one holding the belt, so she felt the smooth leather of it playing over her skin--and she shivered. "H-how many?"

"We'll see," he said ominously, giving her tush another firm squeeze, and then he started to spank her.

He started with the belt, a sharp sensation that made her jump and squeak and try to wince away from the pain; then he switched to his hand for a bit, building up a deep burn in her muscles that seeped down between her legs. Mandie tried to keep count, but by the time he switched back to the belt again, she'd lost track.

As the heat grew under her skin, her sounds of complaint turned to moans. Her pussy started to grow wet. Her squirms of avoidance became little rocking motions as she tried to grind into her Daddy's thigh.

"Are you trying to hump my leg?" Sam demanded, dropping the belt and grabbing her ass, digging his fingers into the red marks striping her skin.

She squealed and lurched forward, nodding frantically.

"Dirty girl. Misbehaving just so I'll spank you so you can get wet?" He slipped two fingers into her pussy, making her moan loudly and grind back onto his hand. "That's very naughty. We'll need to make some changes around here. I don't think this is an effective punishment at all."

"Daddy," she whimpered, humping back onto his fingers and shuddering. "Daddy, I'm sorry, I just missed you so much--"

"You missed me, or you missed my hand on your butt and my cock in your pussy?" He thrust his fingers in and out, making her whine and spread her thighs as her overheated cunt welcomed the stimulation, the stinging in her buttocks just multiplying the sensation. "I think if you missed me you would have been home on time." He punctuated the words with a couple more sharp slaps to her butt with his free hand, making her shudder as the pain in her backside transmuted to hot pleasure in her cunt.

"Daddy, I missed you, really, I promise! Please, please, please," she whimpered, squirming.

"Please what? You want me to fuck this naughty, wet little pussy now?" he asked, pumping his fingers into her more roughly still, making her gasp and arch her back. "Hmm? Is that what you want? Are you turning into a regular little slut for spanking? One pop across the butt and you're hungry for cock?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes," she admitted, shuddering and clenching on his fingers. "I'm a slut, please, I missed your cock so much, please--"

He whipped his fingers out of her and rolled her over, pushing her down into the couch as he unzipped his slacks. The sound made her shudder with anticipation as she drooled into the furniture, mouth hanging open--and then she cried out as his thick, hot cock pressed into her in one smooth motion, not giving her any time to adjust to being filled.

Daddy set a fast pace, pumping into her in hard strokes. The fabric of his slacks felt rough on her raw, recently-spanked ass.

It was amazing. It was everything Mandie had been hoping for. Within seconds, she was on the edge of coming, gasping and bawling noisily into the couch as her body shook.

On the edge. Only on the edge.

Because she just couldn't come from penetration alone, as her Daddy knew well enough.

There were only a few ways that Mandie could come. Her own fingers had never been enough to get her there, either; she needed her toys for that--one of her vibrators pressed firmly against her clit--or, if she was turned on enough, her Daddy's fingers could sometimes do the trick.

But like this, with no toys, no attention from her Daddy, he could fuck her all night if he wanted and she'd only ever be on the edge, suspended in glorious, unending, desperate pleasure.

She could tell, from the speed and ferocity with which Sam was thrusting into her, that he wasn't going to bother getting her off yet. He was aiming to finish himself, using her like a cocksleeve, and that just made her even wetter, until she was gasping and grunting with each thrust. "Uh. Uh. Daddy, uh--uh--"

"Little slut. Cock-whore. Tease," he growled. "Making me wait five--fucking--hours--"

He leaned back and slapped her across the ass, not particularly hard, but it was enough to re-ignite all the burning bruises from the spanking. Mandie squealed in surprise and clenched down hard around his cock.

"Yes," he snarled, and his cock began to spill inside her, pumping her full of Daddy's hot cum. "Fuck. You might be an awful brat, Mandie, but you've got a tight little cunt."

"Mmm," she whined, squirming and humping back on his cock as it twitched and gushed inside her. "Daddy, I missed you, I missed your cock, oh God..." she gasped dizzily as he began to draw out, leaving her empty and clenching. "Daddy, Daddy, please, can I play with my toys?"

He palmed her ass, rubbing his hand firmly over the sore flesh there, and then pressed it between her thighs, rubbing at the wet, sticky mess spilling out of her pussy. "That's what you want, hmm? You want to play with your special big girl toys so you can feel good, Mandie? Is your pussy all hot from that spanking and fucking?"

"Yes, yes," she whimpered, rocking back into his hand. "Daddy, please."

He huffed and gave her clenching pussy one more squeeze. "No."

Mandie bit her lip, confused. "Daddy, don't joke, it's not funny." She started to reach blindly for the table beside the couch, feeling for the drawer where they kept one of her smaller bullet vibrators conveniently at hand.

Sam's hand covered hers and squeezed. "I'm not joking, baby. Don't you remember what I said about consequences?"

She immediately whipped her head to look over her shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. "But--I need it, please!"

"Oh, you need it? I've never heard of a little girl who needed to play with her toys. Toys are a privilege, and big girl toys are a privilege that depend on you showing some responsibility." He swatted her on the butt again and then on each of her thighs, making her bleat out a needy little sound and arch her back as her body automatically tried to position itself for more fucking. "And I think it's time that you, spoiled little brat, were reminded of that. While you were out running around town, I collected every single one of your toys and locked them up in the timer safe. One week."

"Daddy!" Mandie shrieked, shocked and dismayed. "But--but--I can't come without my toys!--Ooh," her complaints turned to a long moan when he grabbed her thigh and pushed a thumb into her clenching pussy, letting her rock back onto it.

"We'll see," he said, sounding amused. "If you're a really good girl, I might play with your naughty little clitty and help you come without your toys. Or maybe you'll just have to go without for a week--it won't kill you. Either way, I hope this will make some sort of impression on you."

As Mandie whimpered and fucked herself on his thick thumb, her pussy clenching and hot with need, she had to admit that she had some doubts about his confidence that this wouldn't kill her.

And she also had to admit that he was right: this was really making an impression.

***

Saturday was infinitely frustrating.

The spanking left Mandie well-bruised and sore, which she ordinarily loved; the constant twinges in the plush flesh of her ass kept her pussy turned all the way on, fluttering and dripping and ready to be fucked, ready to come.

Except she wasn't going to come.

Even worse, her Daddy was definitely aware of her condition, and relished in taking advantage of the "ready to be fucked" part. First thing Saturday morning, he grabbed her in the kitchen and bent her over the breakfast table, first fingering her just to demonstrate how wet she was before indulging in a leisurely morning fuck.

She moaned through it, acutely aware of every painstaking ripple of her body, overwhelmed with how the burning heat inside of her would provide the base for multiple body-shaking orgasms--if she only could get the stimulation she needed on her clit.

She whimpered when her Daddy filled her up with his cum again, her pussy jumping at the hot sensation, lightning shooting down her spine in response to his heavy groans of pleasure in her ear.

He laughed as he pulled out and she continued to whimper and squeeze her thighs together. "It sounds like you're having a tough time there, baby. Regretting your misbehavior yet?"

"No," Mandie insisted, her stubborn streak immediately rearing its head. "I'm fine, Daddy, I--mmm," she moaned in surprise when he rubbed a hand roughly over her twitching slit. "Ooh!"

He laughed again, and Mandie promised herself right then and there that she wasn't going to break. She wasn't going to let on how frustrated she was by this punishment. She couldn't let him think that this was a good idea.

Besides, the only way to make sure he didn't do this again would be to make him think that it wasn't working!

She would have to act unaffected, like she didn't care at all that she wasn't able to come, that she wasn't already desperate for it. It would be easy, right? She was a good actor. It would be easy.

Her resolve lasted until that afternoon.

That was when her Daddy fucked her a second time, rough and fast in the way that made her body shake with how close she was to coming, and then--and this was unfair, so it wasn't even really her fault--he took her into the bathroom and made her lay down in the shower so that he could spray her clean with the shower attachment.

"Ohh fuck, Daddy, Daddy," she wailed as soon as the warm water began to rain down on her sensitive pussy, her hips squirming and rocking automatically. "Ohh--ohh--"

"Stop moving around, baby, I can't get you clean," Sam chuckled, grabbing one of her thighs and pulling it even wider.

Mandie's mouth dropped open on a loud gasp at the corresponding throb of pleasure in her pent-up body. The water teased out another hard throb, and another, until it felt like a second heart was thundering away in the center of her pussy, pulsing with the need to come. The sensitivity in her clit surged and ebbed, making her certain every few seconds that she was about to come from the water alone.

But the seconds turned into minutes, and the teasing went on and on, and she didn't come. She just got more needy, more obsessed with the unsatisfied tension in her pussy, never quite reaching the edge.

"Daddy," she sobbed finally, her last thread of resolve breaking. "Please, please, I need to come so bad, please!"

"Spoiled little girl. You can't possibly need it that bad," he scolded. "It's been less than forty-eight hours since your last orgasm, and I know that for a fact."

"No-o, Daddy, I need it, I really, really do--no!" she whined as he turned off the water, leaving her now-clean pussy fluttering and gaping open, eager for more teasing, for more fucking.

"Well then, you'd better start thinking about what you need to do to make it up to me, hadn't you?" he said, patting the inside of one of her thighs and then rubbing her stomach. "Otherwise I see no problem at all with filling this little pussy up with my cum all week and not worrying one bit about the pleasure of the naughty little brat attached to it. It's been very relaxing so far."

Mandie gasped and shuddered, arching into his touch as her body throbbed hotly at his words. "Daddy..." she had to think for a moment about what he meant about making it up to him, and then she turned her face on him, doing her best to look penitent. "I'm really, really sorry?"

"Oh, I just bet you are," he laughed, and patted her stomach. "That's a good start."

She spread her thighs expectantly to make her clit easily accessible, biting her lip.

Sam smiled and shook his head, then stood and grabbed a towel from the rack. "Come on. Bath time is over."

***

Sunday was a little easier. As the sting in her buttocks eased off, Mandie was able to forget--sometimes--about how horny she was.

But that meant it was easy to forget that she was already in trouble, too.

So when Sam chastised her at lunch for playing with her food when she was done eating, the sass slipped right out: "Well, it's not like I'm allowed to play with anything else around here."

He gave her an arch look, and she immediately flushed.

"Never mind! I didn't mean it, Daddy, never mind."

"Oh, it's too late for 'never mind'." He gestured to the short princess skirt she was wearing, one of her favorite outfits for a weekend in. "Stand up and take that off."

"I said I didn't mean it!" she argued, but stood reluctantly. "You can't spank me again, I'm still sore from the last one!"

He tutted and reached over to pinch one of her buttcheeks, making her squirm at the hot bloom of pain and the arousal that followed it. "I'm not going to spank you. But if you're going to complain about having nothing to play with, you can go ahead and play with your naughty little clitty."

"No-o. I can't come like that, Daddy," she whined, though she knew he knew that; they'd spent plenty of time together exploring whether there was some way she could get off with her own fingers, and had never had any success. Her own touch just didn't feel as good as her Daddy's, or as her toys.

"I didn't say anything about coming. But if you're bored, you have a little toy right there you can play with." He leveled a sharp look at her. "No more complaining. I want to see you rubbing yourself while I finish my lunch."

Mandie bit her lip, but finally obeyed, spreading her legs and reaching down to rub her clit.

She gasped quietly at the first contact of her finger, the little zing of pleasure that was definitely stronger than anything she was used to feeling from her own touch--but any hope that might have evoked quickly faded. She grew wet quickly, and the wetter she was, the more her clit slipped and slid under her touch, robbing her of any of the friction that she craved, until she was just fiddling with it needily, teasing herself with brief flashes of sensation.

Daddy ate in silence for the duration, simply watching as she rubbed and kneaded, circled and pressed at her clit. The sound of her own shaky breathing soon filled her ears, little whines eking out on the exhales. Her hand itself was quickly drenched in her own juices, making it even harder to get a grip on the little organ that she so desperately wanted to stimulate.

When Daddy finished his lunch and pulled her into his lap, pulled her down onto his hard cock, she gasped and whined and continued trying desperately to rub at her clit, aching for the orgasm that remained just out of reach.

Daddy pulled her hand away gently when she started to whimper more loudly and tears started to well up in her eyes. He wrapped an arm around her chest and held her tight to him as he fucked up into her, matching rhythm with her own helpless rocking movements.

"Daddy," she moaned quietly. "Daddy, please..."

"Shh. Good girl. It's just a week, you'll be alright," he murmured, making her moan again in despair. Her hips twitched when he wrapped his fingers around her pelvis, her clit throbbing with eagerness for his touch, even though she knew from experience that she'd probably be too worn-out to come from it after fifteen minutes of her own fruitless rubbing.

There was some relief in it, this time, when he finished in her, because it meant an end to the punishment for her sassing, at least.

Her pussy went on throbbing and twitching for hours afterwards, though. A few times she found herself reaching down of her own volition, rubbing or pinching at her clit in an automatic attempt to pleasure herself, to no avail.

***

Sam left for the office early on Monday.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Mandie started to search the apartment.

At first she thought, quite smugly, that he might have been bluffing about the timer safe, and might have just stashed her toys away in a closet somewhere. Sure, the safe was definitely locked--it was in their bedroom, and she could see right on the display that it had a little over a hundred hours remaining--but it was hard to believe that he'd really put her toys in there. He just liked to see her come too much, surely!

But with each closet she searched, each dusty box turned out, and not a single vibrator to show for it, she started to doubt herself.

Eventually, she was searching not for a hidden stash, but just in desperate hope that he'd missed one by accident. If she could just find a single toy that he'd overlooked, a little travel vibrator or something that had slipped into a corner of a drawer...it seemed likely enough; given her needs and how frequently they had sex, they owned a lot of vibrators, enough that Mandie couldn't list them all if asked. Surely he couldn't have found all of them?

Forty-five minutes later, dusty and sweaty and running late for work, she had to admit that her Daddy had been very thorough.

Of course, she hadn't left herself enough time to clean up after her frantic searching, and she left the apartment in complete disarray.

When she got home on Monday evening, she got another spanking for her trouble, layering over the fading bruises from the last one. The sting went straight to her pussy, leaving her half-wild with frustration and begging as her Daddy then speared and satisfied himself in her wet, grasping cunt.

Mandie couldn't help but rub her clit vigorously again as her Daddy used her, pressing firm swirls into the needy button with her fingers, her whole body surging up every few moments as it felt as if she might--almost--be within sight of coming.

But it wasn't enough. Her fingers slipped uselessly over her wet, swollen clit until she felt numb with it, somehow even further from climax than before, her arousal crystalizing to a deep, throbbing ache inside her guts where her Daddy's cock was pounding away inside her, where she had no hope of reaching it.

When he finished with her, she was making sounds like an animal, loud, uncoordinated bawling cries like something in heat. He put her over his lap and fingered her wet cunt for nearly twenty minutes after, stuffing her full on three fingers and letting her hump uselessly at his thigh until she was out of her mind, floating and spacey with the combination of the spanking and the extended edging, her loud shouting calming to quiet, almost mindless grunts and gasps.

It wore Mandie out and left her feeling loose and satisfied after. She'd almost compare it to the afterglow of an orgasm, except she was still haunted by that ever-present tension in her core, that knowledge that she hadn't gotten to come.

***

Tuesday, still calmed by the thorough spanking and fucking of the previous night, Mandie found it easier to behave.

Sam rewarded her after dinner with a long, slow fuck in bed, dragging his cock in and out of her in leisurely movements, resting inside her for long minutes until she could feel every tiny twitch and shift in his hot, hard flesh buried in her sensitive pussy.

"I can see your asshole twitching," he informed her at one point as he rested inside her, spreading her cheeks with his hands to get a better view. "Every time you clench down on me. You're such a needy little girl, aren't you? Does it feel good to have Daddy's cock filling up your hungry pussy?"

Mandie just moaned senselessly into the pillow where she'd buried her face, feeling her body clench and twitch even more eagerly at his words, her spine curling up to try and offer herself more thoroughly to him. When she finally forced herself to form words, all that came out was a whining, "Daddy...Daddy..."

"That's right. Good girl. You're such a good little whore like this," he murmured, drawing out--slowly--slowly--one torturous inch at a time--and leaving her empty and drooling for several seconds before pressing, just as slowly and deliberately, back inside. "This is really improving your attitude, Mandie. Look how eager you are, look how well-behaved, when your naughty clit isn't spoiled with free access to all those expensive toys."

"Daddy," she groaned, and then let out a low cry of bliss as he bottomed out, filling her to the hilt again. A long shudder went through her whole body, almost like the echo of an orgasm, or like something deeper. "Ohh-hhh." Her hips twitched a couple of times as the trembling wave reached her cunt and the need inside of her spiked, her clit crying out for attention, trying its best to communicate to her that she was going to have such an amazing orgasm if she would only give it what it wanted. As if it was her choice not to!

"What was that, baby? Did you come a little just now?" Sam asked, smoothing a hand down her spine. Mandie shook her head, rubbing her face into the pillow. "No? You sure are squeezing hard on me. I'm almost finished. Keep squeezing, just like that."

Mandie squeezed down on him obediently, taking over where the tremors of the not-orgasm left off, grunting quietly with the effort of it and the way it made the tension and the heat inside her wind up even tighter, the obscenely delicious feeling of her muscles tightening around his hot cock.

Her Daddy let out a deep groan of pleasure when she finally coaxed his orgasm out of him, his cock twitching and jumping inside her as it gushed out thick ropes of cum, emptying balls that were over-full from the lengthy and leisurely fuck. He leaned down and pressed his face to the back of her neck, pinned her hips under his own, leaving her twitching and tight and full of the evidence of his satisfaction.

Mandie fell asleep before her Daddy could convince her to get up and take a shower. She dreamed heavy, hot dreams, conscious even in her sleep of the sharp pleasure and need throbbing in her pussy.

***

Wednesday morning, the throbbing didn't stop.

It stayed with her throughout the day, making her squirm and bite her lip at work. Her mind wandered. She thought about her Daddy coming to surprise her, picking her up for lunch, only to fuck her right there in his car.

She couldn't decide whether she liked the fantasy more if she imagined him rubbing her clitty to make her come--to finally, finally come, trying so hard to keep quiet so that other people in the parking lot wouldn't hear--or if it would be better if he just used her and didn't touch her clitty at all, and then sent her back into the office wet and sloppy and unsatisfied.

By the end of the day, she was so desperate that she was making plans.

Mandie stopped into the restroom before she left the office for the day and took a quick video of herself just sucking on two of her fingers, shoving them almost deep enough to make herself gag before pulling them out again and licking her own drool off of them.

She sent the video to her Daddy as she climbed on the bus to go home.

As soon as she walked into the apartment, Sam grabbed her and shoved her down onto her knees.

Mandie moaned in approval as she sucked his cock into her mouth. She prided herself on being pretty good at blowjobs--when she felt like it; if she wasn't interested, she was also quite good at giving no effort whatsoever.

Now, with her clit pounding urgently between her legs and her entire pussy clenching up each time Daddy's cock hit the back of her throat, she was very interested.

She moaned eagerly as Daddy fucked her mouth, pulled her hair. She sucked hard to keep up with him, working her tongue along his hard shaft, delighting in the evidence that he'd been waiting so impatiently for her to get home. Each time he thrust deep enough to gag her, her thighs squeezed together, making her clit pulse.

When he finished, shooting without warning and filling her mouth with salty spunk, she coughed and then swallowed, squirming on her knees and rubbing her thighs together around her twitching pussy.

"Daddy," she gasped hoarsely when he finally pulled free, rubbing at the drool on her face with the back of her hand. "Daddy, I've been a good girl, haven't I? Haven't I been really, really good?"

He laughed breathlessly, his hand tightening a bit in her hair. "You have been a good girl, Mandie. But it's only been four days."

"You said if I was really good, you'd touch me on my clit. Come on, please, please, please!"

"I said I might rub your clitty," he corrected her. "I've been thinking more about it, and I don't think that's necessary."

"But," she bit her lip, rocking on her knees. "Daddy, please. My pussy is so hot, I really, really want to come!"

"No. I don't know if you'll really learn your lesson if you can just manipulate what you want out of me," he said, rapping his knuckles lightly on the top of her head. "But how about a compromise?"

"A compromise?" She didn't like the sound of that.

"We know your clitty likes my fingers, and it likes your toys. But there are plenty of things in this apartment that we haven't tried."

"What things?" she demanded, frowning.

"Oh, anything." He gestured around the living room. "Why don't you give it a try, sweetie? Go ahead and rub yourself on whatever you think your clitty might like. Who knows, you might find something that makes you come."

So that was how Mandie spent her Wednesday evening.

She started by straddling the corner of one of the tall chairs at the kitchen island, groaning and shuddering at the feeling of her sensitive clit grinding into the polished wood. But that wasn't enough, not for long; she tried the corner of the coffee table next, which wasn't much better, and then the arm of the couch, which was too rough. Humping the floor made her feel too dirty; grinding into one of the decorative couch-pillows was nice, until it got unpleasantly sticky.

The best idea she had was when her Daddy sat down to watch TV after dinner and she climbed into his lap, seating her gaping, damp cunt on the bulge of his thigh. The heat of his body made all of her nerves light up, and his little indulgent chuckle as he wrapped an arm around her hip to gently encourage her made her weak with arousal.

She sat and rocked in his lap for what felt like ages, chasing the slow, endless wind-up of pleasure, dragging herself back and forth over the growing wet patch she was leaving on the fabric of his pants. She tried to follow what was going on on the TV at first, but quickly lost interest, and then lost focus, only concerned with the rhythmic movement of her own hips and the hot drag of his thigh under her needy sex.

"Baby," he murmured eventually, sounding amused. "You're going cross-eyed."

"Feels so good, Daddy," she slurred, her toes curling into the cushion of the couch. "Wanna come...so close..."

"I doubt that. It's been fifteen minutes and you haven't yet," he pointed out, and she moaned. "I think you'd better stop before you give yourself rug burn somewhere you really don't want it."

"Daddy," she moaned, but she didn't fight as he pulled her to the side so that she was curled up in his lap again, snuggled against his chest. Her pussy was sopping wet between her thighs, slick fluid trickling over her skin, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Her clit pulsed with her heartbeat, feeling thick and swollen. When Sam's fingers found their way between her legs and rubbed gently back and forth over her slit, just toying with the damp folds of her labia, she shuddered and said again, pleading, "Daddy..."

"Poor pussy. It's never been properly disciplined before, has it?" He swirled his fingers through her dripping folds and then ghosted his fingers up over her clit, making her gasp. "This spoiled little cunt has always gotten everything it wants."

"Daddy, Daddy," Mandie wheezed desperately as Sam's fingers traced over her clit again and again, light and teasing, and yet still bringing her nearer to orgasm than she'd been all evening. Her hips twitched. "Yes, please, Daddy, yes--"

"No, baby," he said. "We're just playing. I'm not going to make you come yet. You can wait another two days."

Mandie couldn't quite understand what he was saying at first--especially because his fingers were still stroking gentle circles over her clit, dragging her closer and closer to satisfaction. When she did finally grasp the words, she started to whimper, tears filling her eyes.

"Daddy, no, please, let me come, please please please--no-o-o," she wailed as he pulled his fingers away, leaving her humping and writhing against the cold air.

"Shh," he hushed her; then, as tears began to spill down her cheeks, he pulled her into a deep kiss.

She whimpered desolately, squirming and twisting in his lap until she could grind her privates into the growing bulge in his pants where he was getting hard again. She was so close, it felt as if even that awkward pressure should be able to bring her off--but without the warm friction of his fingers, the psychological trigger of knowing her Daddy wanted her to come, it just wasn't enough.

She kept humping and grinding helplessly, though. Eventually her Daddy reached down and unzipped his pants, drawing his cock out so that she was rubbing up on it directly, rubbing her clit against the hot velvety head. She went on rocking her hips until her Daddy grunted into the kiss and bit at her lip, until his cock jumped and pulsed between them, spraying hot cum on her thighs and her belly. The feeling of it made her cry out, heat rushing through her cunt and making her shake as her body reached for the memory of what it felt like to come, trying desperately to mimic her Daddy's completion.

Sam pulled back from the kiss and instead nipped at Mandie's jaw and ear as she collapsed forward into him and buried her face in his shoulder to sob her way through the overwhelming crest of need.

"Shh, baby, shh. God, I can feel you twitching down there."

"Daddy-y...mmmnn..." she whined, desperate and overcome, not sure if she was begging for an orgasm or just begging for him to comfort her.

"I know. I know. I can feel your pussy trying to come," he murmured. "All this after only a few days? You really are a spoiled little whore, aren't you?"

Mandie nodded and sobbed into his shoulder, her thighs trembling with exhaustion and need as she rocked a few more times against his cock, drawing out another dribble of cum that smeared on her throbbing clit. "Please, Daddy...I am, I'm such a slut, I need it! I can't take any more!"

He just hummed and pressed another kiss to the side of her head. "Two more days, baby."

Mandie sobbed.