It was Wednesday

Literotic asexstories – It was Wednesday by MonkMc,MonkMc
It was Wednesday. Janet stopped in to see the filthy old man again today. She couldn’t keep herself from going. The thought of all the orgasms he gave her – the dirty things he made her do – had completely sapped her will.

Until two months ago, she had been a typical high school senior, curious about sex, but never deriving much excitement from the fumbling advances of the boys in her class. Occasionally, in the solitude of her own bed at night, she would touch herself, running her hands over her body until eventually they found their way down to her womanhood. She found the feelings vaguely pleasurable, even though it was always accompanied with guilty thoughts of committing what grownups had told her was a sin. Her fleeting fantasies at these times revolved around scenes she’d watched in romantic movies.

Now, night after night she would lie in bed, her fingers frantically rubbing her clitoris, torturing her nipples, exploring her vagina while her mind conjured up filthy thoughts and memories about the old pervert who had taken her virginity and in return had given her countless orgasms. How he’d used her humiliation and shame and embarrassment as an aphrodisiac, and taken her to heights of pleasure she hadn’t known were possible. The last few weeks, she’d been receptive as he introduced her to a little pain during their sessions, pinching her nipples while he’d fucked her. To her amazement, this only made her come longer and harder than she’d previously experienced. Lately she was finding it hard to come without inducing little discomfort or pain in her nightly ritual. She was beginning to seek it out, to ensure more and better orgasms. Now while she pinched her fingernails into her tender clit, she whispered the increasingly filthy words he’d made her repeat during their weekly rape sessions.

“I’m just three fuckholes. Filthy little slut. Nasty cocksucking whore.

It was just one of the many changes he had brought about that had so completely altered her life. So many changes. So short a time. 8 weeks. 8 Wednesdays.

Since the old man had had his way with her, she had committed unspeakably depraved acts at the pervert’s command – unspeakable to her friends, her family.-. her deepest secret. No urging was necessary. He just told her what he wanted her to do and she did it. He had initially used the threat of force, to bend her to his will, but that was no longer required.

As she mounted the steps to the porch, she thought back to the fateful day that had turned her world upside down. It had been a Wednesday too, only two months ago. The first Wednesday.

TWO MONTHS AGO:

A warm early spring day, she’d decided to take a walk after the school bus dropped her off near her house. She’d ambled without giving much thought to where she was headed. She pictured herself sitting on the bank of the river peacefully watching it flow while she reflected on her eighteenth birthday party the previous week, her day at school and her upcoming graduation. As she walked, the streets became less familiar to her even though she was less than half a mile from home. The area was a mixture of residential and commercial buildings. A warehouse, apparently empty, then a house, some woods and another building that might have been a factory at one time- she wasn’t paying much attention. Just after passing a short stretch of woods, she came upon a small house. It was old but well-kept. An elderly man was sitting on the porch looking at her. She waved as she approached and the man waved back and smiled. He beckoned her over and she approached the porch. As she stood in his yard about eight feet from him, he asked her typical grown-up questions about herself; her age, what year of school she was in, what church she attended, her college plans. He seemed nice — harmless. When he asked her if she could give him some assistance moving a piece of furniture in his living room she readily agreed. She remembered all the warnings she’d been given since childhood about strangers, but the man seemed almost frail, so she had few misgivings about him. She’d said she’d be happy to oblige, even though she was a bit wary of going into his house. He’d thanked her profusely and said that, he lived alone in the house since his wife had passed away.

She went up the porch steps to the front door and he held it open for her. The instant she entered the hallway, he’d put one arm around her neck from behind and slipped the other inside her skirt seeking her pussy. She fought him intensely, and found out he was far from frail. She continued to struggle, even after his finger found her clitoris and began rubbing circles around it. Electric jolts had begun to course through her and she’d found it increasingly difficult to resist the warm sensations that she was feeling. Thirty seconds later her struggling stopped and her pelvis was pressing down on the old pervert’s fingers. In less than a minute she had her first orgasm at the hands of another person, and it was intense – far more intense than any she’d given herself. He released his choke hold and began removing her clothes while he continued manipulating her pussy. It felt incredible – so much better than her own clumsy, guilty fumblings at night in her bed. She stood in his hallway saying, “No, no, no.” as the old pervert undressed her, but as each piece of clothing fell to the floor, she felt a rush of warmth deep within her core. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t resisting him more. She was deeply ashamed and, oddly, her shame was an aphrodisiac. She came again on the wrinkled fingers that knew just where to touch her.

“Look at you! Coming on my fingers and you don’t even know my name. I knew when I laid eyes on you that you were a slut.”

‘On no! Could that be true? Am I a slut? I must be. Look at what I’m letting him do.’

Within 10 minutes and after several orgasms on the pensioner’s fingers, she was naked, on her knees about to give the first blow job of her life. The minute the old guy had pulled out his sizeable cock and placed her hand on it, she knew that she would soon find herself in exactly this position – on her knees with a cock staring at her mouth.

She had given a few clumsy hand jobs when boys at school had pressed her. She had even licked the head of a cock once while she stroked it to climax. This was different

Janet flushed with embarrassment, the thought was disgusting and alluring to her – the sheer dirtiness of being naked and kneeling in front of a total stranger, about to take his penis in her mouth induced a mini orgasm.

Instinctively, her hand moved to her pussy to see if she could extract some extra sensation from it.

‘I hope he’s getting a thrill out of this. OMIGOD, I kinda want him to! I’m not sure how or why, but I want to excite this geezer. What’s wrong with me?’

As she was thinking these thoughts, she raised her gaze to look into the man’s eyes. She simultaneously began vigorously rubbing her still virgin pussy, and leaned forward to begin planting kisses on the mean looking old cock. She alternated the kisses with licks up and down the considerable length, moistening it with the extra saliva her mouth seemed to be producing. She felt the cock lurch and grow even larger.

‘Why am I making so much spit?’ she wondered. Then the phrase “drooling for cock” slipped into her mind. She had heard a classmate use the phrase, and was both shocked and puzzled by it.

‘Am I drooling for cock? Is that what it means?’

This line of thinking was certainly having an effect. Janet felt herself drooling at both ends. She came on her fingers while making love to the old guy’s dick with her lips and tongue and staring up into his eyes.

From somewhere she summoned up an attitude that was both innocent and sexy and said, “I want to blow you, but I’ve never done it before, with anyone.” Could you help me?”

“Sure sweetie. I’ll give you a hand.” He roughly grabbed her by the ears and placed her mouth at the tip of his long cock.

“Open!”

. . . and there she was. The dick looked enormous as she stared down its length.

‘Are penises supposed to be this big’? I don’t think that’ll get past my lips’, she thought, as she opened her mouth wide. She was making so much drool, some slipped from her mouth onto her chin where it dripped onto her sizeable tits.

She felt the cockhead stretch her lips. She had another mini-orgasm. Once again she began rubbing her pussy.

She felt her lips accommodating the huge intruder, and the head slipped into her mouth.

‘Omigod I’m actually doing it! I’ve got a cock in my mouth! I’m blowing some old perv!’

The thought brought her to another peak in what was becoming a continuous string of orgasms. The old man took advantage of her plight and stuffed another inch of dick into her face. Thanks to her climax she took the additional cock without complaint.

“Here’s how you give a blowjob honey.” He plunged his cock about 5″ deep in her mouth, then pulled back and began fucking it in earnest.

She retched up clear bile. It mingled with her copious saliva and strings of the viscous liquid flowed down her chin onto her firm tits. One hand remained in her pussy. The other hand gravitated towards the big dick. Janet didn’t have a lot of information about balls, but she thought they were sensitive, so she began cupping them and scratching them with her fingernails. Her innocent young eyes looked up into his, looking for his approval.

‘I hope I’m doing this right. He seems to like it. I want him to like it.’

Meanwhile, the septagenarian was having thoughts of his own.

‘Holy shit! This kid is nasty. Playing with my balls while I fuck her face. Making herself come while she blows me.’

Her innocent/slutty display caused his dick to lurch as it got even harder. She could feel its girth increase in her mouth as she accepted it time after time. Feeling another peak coming, she began moaning around the dick that was buried in her face. A torrent of drool flowed freely from her mouth dripping down her large tits and ending up in her lap. She used it to lubricate her fingers before attacking her clit again.

The old man pulled his cock out and rubbed it all over her face until it gleamed with the effluence of her mouth. She came again as he lifted the heavy member and began bludgeoning her face with it. She whimpered as blow after blow slapped against her pretty, young visage. Before she had come down from her cock high, he roughly shoved it in her mouth again and resumed his oral defilement.

This is happening so fast. I don’t have time to even catch my breath because I keep COMING AGAIN! OHGOD!

Each time she thought that the cock couldn’t go any deeper, the old man would give his pelvis an especially hard shove and drive his cock a little further into her inexperienced throat. She could taste an interesting liquid as the cock began leaking pre-cum. Still masturbating, the anticipation that he would probably ejaculate in her mouth gave her yet another orgasm.

He didn’t come in her mouth, though she came numerous times while he fucked it. Neither did he make her take all of his dick, only forcing about 6 of his 9 or so inches into her oral cavity.

‘She’ll be back. Plenty of time for that’ he thought.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. She tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

“Whatthefuck are you doing? I’m not kissing that mouth. That mouth is so slutty, it doesn’t deserve to kiss my lips.”

“It’s not slutty.”

Her retort triggered the first of many future hard slaps to the face. Inexplicably the slap triggered another climax.

“You came while I fucked it! It drooled all over my dick! Your whole face is covered with slobber and juice from my cock. Trust me, that mouth’s as slutty as they come.”

Stunned, all she could reply was “OK” while she rubbed her cheek.

He grabbed her hair and stood her up, then led her to the living room. He bent her over the couch, and took her virginity from behind. There was no gentleness involved as he shoved his cock into her. She screamed as he slowly widened her vagina with his fat cock, and screamed again when his she felt her hymen yield to the pressure of his oversized dick. Her screams did not deter the old man as he roughly shoveled more dick into the teen until it was balls-deep. Then he began fucking in earnest. Her first vaginal fuck orgasm came shortly after that.

‘He’s fucking me! It hurts but . . . Ohmigod, I can’t believe it. I’m going to come!’

After the first fifteen minutes and about as many climaxes, she was actively pushing herself back on his gnarled member. Her screams had turned to gasps and whimpers as her teenage pussy began to love the feeling of being stuffed to the max with dick.

She came again and again for an hour, as he roughly fucked his 9-inch cock into her violated hole. He fucked her until she felt that her rational mind had been clouded in a fog of orgasms. She couldn’t describe it at the time, but she was come drunk. She didn’t even think to ask him to use a condom, even though her health teacher had stressed their use. Nor did it occur to her that she could do anything other than what he told her to do.

She came hard one final time as he emptied a huge load into her abused pussy, then slumped to the floor in a delirium of post orgasmic bliss.

“Get up, get dressed and get the fuck out. Come by next Wednesday.” He’d told her.

Her second visit, he fucked her for an hour with his huge filthy old cock. She came almost continuously on her knees with her face in the carpet, then he humiliated her about her blowjob skills while she tried in vain to get more of his dick into her mouth. He fed her lines of filthy dialog to repeat. He’d instructed her to suck his cock harder, take it deeper, make more slobber on it, gag on it, make love to it, look up at him while she sucked it. He told her she was undeserving of his big dick. He came once in her unprotected pussy and once on her face while he made her beg him to do just that.

Say “I’m a cocksucking whore.”

“I’m a cocksucking whore.”

Say I’m just fuckmeat and holes to come in.

“I’m fuckmeat and holes to come in.

“Tell me you want a face full of come.”

This had startled her a bit. She hadn’t considered taking his semen on her face. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure she could swallow a mouthful of the stuff.

“I want a face full of come. Please come on my face.”

“Play with your pussy. Come for me while I dump a load of sperm on that slutty face.”

When she came, she hyperventilated, and opened her mouth to gasp in some air, only to find it being filled with stream after stream of old man scuzz. He began aiming his sperm all over her face while she fingered herself to additional peaks of orgasm. Jizz dripped off of her forehead, cheeks and from her overfilled mouth onto her tits. Strings hung from her nipples like icicles, stubbornly refusing to fall to her lap.

She’d never considered non-compliance with his order.

And had shown up every Wednesday for the last eight weeks.

PRESENT DAY:

Janet knew the door would be unlocked. As she let herself in, she trembled in anticipation of what lay in store for her. Every Wednesday it was something different, something new, something filthy, usually something humiliating.

The old man was sitting in his usual chair facing the doorway. At her first sight of him he was sitting naked from the waist down and stroking his huge dick. Her pussy had a twinge at the sight of the wrinkled old member that had given her so much pleasure in the past few weeks.

He spoke as his large, bony hand slid up and down his even larger cock. “Good to see you. You’re right on time.”

The feeling returned that he could see right through her, into her inner soul. He knew that she was not a good girl; knew that she was almost eager for his abuse. She shivered and blushed at the same time.

“Take everything off. Leave your clothes on the floor.” Janet dropped her backpack at her feet and began unbuttoning her blouse. She realized that her actions were clumsy and self-conscious. She wanted to be the bad girl that he demanded she be – to please him with a striptease, but she had little idea how to do that.

“Don’t stare at the floor. Look at me while you take that shirt off. She couldn’t meet his eyes, but raised her head to look at his fist stroking his angry cock. The idea of a man masturbating while watching her strip sent another shudder through her entire body, and an electric tingle in her inexperienced teenage pussy. When the last button was undone, she pulled the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

She reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

“Turn around while you do that. Tease me a little.”

Again Janet complied. She was so in the thrall of this old man and his big cock that she felt as if her free will had been stripped away. When the last bra hook had been undone, she looked over her shoulder at him and gave him what she hoped was a sexy a wink then pursed her lips into a kiss. Was this what he wanted? She turned toward him again pressing the bra to her breasts.

“Let it fall. I want to look at those big tits.”

She slowly relinquished her grip on the bra and it fell to the floor on top of her blouse. Several weeks ago, she would have demurely covered her breasts with an arm but now she stood with her hands at her side proudly showing him her “big tits”. Her eyes were still glued to the large penis that had introduced her to new levels of debauched pleasure. It occurred to her that she was not trying to excite the old man so much as she was putting on a show for his cock.

“Lose the skirt.”

Janet unzipped the skirt, then turned away from him again and hooking her thumbs in her panties she slid both down her legs. She wanted to show the cock her most intimate parts. She wanted to excite it. Bending at the waist she removed the garments from around her ankles and left them in the pile. Almost involuntarily she gave her ass a wiggle before standing back up and turning around to face him. ‘Did I just do that?’, she thought.

One hand went to her breasts and the other covered her lightly tufted mound, but immediately her finger found her clitoris and began making slow circles as her other hand started fondling her nipples.

“Pinch them I want to see them get hard.”

Indeed her nipples were already hard, but when she began twisting and pulling at them they became even more engorged. The sensations almost overcame her. Synapses were firing all over her young body. Her finger rubbed harder against her clitoris. She felt weak in the knees.

She was masturbating for him, hoping it turned him on.

The cock jerked and grew harder. She smiled knowing that she was responsible for its tumescence. In her mind’s eye she pictured what this filthy scene would look like to an observer.

“Now you get to pick little girl. We can spend the next couple of hours in civil conversation. Or we can loosen up those greedy holes of yours with this big cock. Which would you prefer?”

His crude language sent another electric jolt from her nipples down to her needy cunt. She knew that he’d begun training her to use increasingly filthy language and she was willing to do that to please him.

“I need you to make me come. Stretch my slutty little holes with that big cock. Please. I want to worship it then have it destroy me.”

Once again the cock grew. She couldn’t believe the size it attained when she excited it. It made her feel powerful that she could cause such a thing to happen. She wanted to excite him to the point where he lost control and just pounded her like an animal.

“On your hands and knees.”

Reluctantly she removed her hands from her tortured pussy and nipples. She got down on the floor. Looking up she saw the enormous angry head of his cock staring back at her. She could feel her mouth salivating in anticipation of what was to come.

“Crawl over here . . . slowly.”

Her eyes never left the dick as she crawled across the living room floor. It was like a homing beacon and her mouth was zeroing in on its signal. Finally, she was between his widely splayed legs. The huge head of the cock was inches from her lips.

“Are you going to show me how much you want it, or just look at it all day?”

“I want to show you how much I want it. I want to make love to it. I want to take it all the way in my throat today. I almost did it last time. I think I can do it this time.”

“That’s right little cunt, you will.”

She pursed her lips and let a gob of saliva land on the head of his cock. She grasped the penis with her hand and smeared the saliva around her mouth and chin.

“I missed you so much.” She was now speaking directly to the gnarled old cock. I want to feel you filling my mouth, my throat.”

Her lips opened wide to accept the huge head of the cock. The first time she did this she actually thought its girth was going to split her lips.

Janet stroked the old dick with one hand while stuffing it deeper in her overstretched mouth. When she felt it hit the entrance to her throat, she moaned. A string of drool escaped her lips and fell to the floor. She looked down the shaft and saw his pubic hair six inches in front of her face. This was going to kill her, but she desperately wanted to please this dirty, aged cock.

“Go ahead girlie. Show me what you got. Work for it and you’ll get what you want.”

She used her hand to help her stuff another inch of dick into her throat. She gagged around the invader, backed off a little, then shoved her mouth forward. She gagged again, but felt the cock entering her throat. Janet pulled back to get a breath, then forced her face even further down the impossibly huge monster. She began fucking the dick with her mouth – back and forth, each time trying to get more of it into her gullet. Inexplicably her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. She could feel trails of moisture running down her inner thighs. ‘Why does this excite me so much?’ she wondered. ‘If I touch myself, I’ll come with this big cock down my throat.”

As if reading her mind the old man said “Go ahead girlie. Make yourself come. It’ll probably loosen up that throat for me.

With 3 inches of cock still protruding from her battered, foamy lips, she snaked a hand down between her legs. She was right. She immediately began to come, moaning, and gurgling around the dick.

“Now do it! Do it while you come. Get that dick down your throat.”

‘Is that the man talking? The dick? My inner voice?’

She began moving her whole body back and forth as she came – forcing more and more cock into her submissive throat. Breathing on the outstrokes, then forcing her mouth even further down the fat shaft – moaning and whimpering all the while. Sloppy sucking noises came from the juncture of lips and cock. She wondered whether her pussy or mouth was making more drool. It felt like a tie.

She could see that there was still over an inch of dick lying between her lips and his saggy abdomen.

She pulled the cock all the way out of her month and begged, “Help me! I can do it but I need you to help me.”

“So you want me to grab your head and shove my cock all the way down your slutty little girl throat, is that it?”

“God yes!” Her fingers were about to bring her to another peak.

“Beg me bitch,”

“Oh God, please fuck my mouth! Fuck my throat! Fuck it hard and deep! Fuck it like you fuck my ass and pussy. I want your balls to bruise my chin.”

As she neared another peak, the old man cupped her head in his wrinkled, age-spotted hands and shoved her head onto his dick, burying it in her soft, willing mouth. When he hit her previous depth, he grabbed her head harder and wormed the rest of the shaft — down, down, down. Finally it was there. Her lips were pressed into his pubis. She was soundlessly screaming. Then she came. Ejaculate gushed from her cunt. A steady stream of clear bile and saliva ran from her mouth and nose down to her chin, finally soaking his wrinkled balls. Her abdomen contracted over and over as her body tried to eject the suffocating intruder. Still she made no move to push him away.

Just as she began to see spots before her eyes, he pushed her away. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath, lying in the puddle of her own juices – her hand still rubbing her clit trying to prolong her first asphyxiation orgasm. Her face glistened in the afternoon light from the windows. Strands of her hair were plastered to her slimy cheeks and lips. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the corner of the room without actually seeing it.

“You did it kid. Congratulations.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back up to her hands and knees, then guided her face to his balls. She began lapping up her own throat bile like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Her oral secretions dripped down the still massive hard-on onto her face. Random thoughts flitted through her brain.

‘I did it. This cock owns me. I belong to it. I came so good while I choked on it. I’m a whore. My throat hurts so much. I’m ruined. I want to do it again.’

Once again it seemed as if he knew her thoughts.

“Now do it without my help whore.”

“Please. Can’t you just fuck me?” she managed to rasp out.

“Oh you’re gonna get fucked, but first you have to show me how much you want it.”

He slid from the chair to his knees. She backed up to give him room, then lowered herself to rest her elbows on the carpet. The ruined teenager looked at the threatening bulbous head of his dick, a mere inch in front of her face, until she went cross-eyed, then moved forward and took the fleshy helmet in her mouth. She laved the head with her tongue, then slowly rocked her body forward, accepting more of the dick in her mouth. In this position she would be unable to use her hands to help excite him. She slowly moved back and forth, taking a little more of the old man’s huge dick with each thrust of her body. Her hard nipples scraped back and forth on the rough carpeting, causing electric jolts to run down to her still-dripping cunt.

Back and forth, in and out, until the gnarled old cock was at the entrance of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She backed up until just the head was in her mouth, then drove forward, gagging and retching. Clear bile was dripping from her lips to the floor. She didn’t stop. Back and forth, in and out. Now the dick went far down her throat with each forward thrust of her body. She was about an inch and a half from burying her face in his abdomen. Her nipples were scraping against the rough rug and the sensations were driving her pussy wild and she recognized another impending orgasm. ‘He knew the rug would drive my nipples crazy,’ she thought. ‘That’s why he made me get down this low.’

She moaned loudly around the fat dick. It was now or never. She thrust forward again, not stopping until the cock was buried in her throat, his pubic hair tickling her nose and chin. ‘I did it! Omigod! I’m coming again!’

The strength of her orgasm shocked her. She shivered all over as she backed up then took the cock to the root again and again. Moving more quickly back and forth, impaling her tender throat on the massive girth of his old dick. ‘I’m coming from deepthroating a huge cock.! I’m not even touching my pussy. What’s wrong with me?’

Her orgasm began to taper off as she used his big dick to throat fuck herself. Wanting to continue the heavenly sensations, she sneaked a hand between her legs and touched her clit just as she hit bottom on the fat cock. “MMMMMMMPH! GAAAK!” Another orgasm hit her like a lightning strike. Her retching throat noises were accompanied by animalistic groans and whimpers, further stimulating the pervert. She felt the cock begin to spurt in her throat and backed off several inches so she wouldn’t choke on the cum. The load quickly filled her mouth then erupted from her lips, spraying the old pervert’s abdomen with his own come. She swallowed a mouthful, then took him to the root again as he groaned in contentment. She kept him buried full depth, allowing him to revel in the sensation of coming in her hot, wet, tight teenage throat. As she moved back, numerous strings of come and drool extended from his abdomen to her cheeks, lips, chin and nose. With half the dick in her mouth, she looked up at the man’s face, seeking some expression of approval. What she saw was his phone making a video of her.

Ohgod ohgod! He recorded me coming while I did the filthiest thing I’ve ever done!

A wave of mortification, combined with her hand exciting her cunt brought her to another peak. His dick fell from her mouth as she gasped in the throes of her continuing orgasm. Her gaze never left the camera as she brought her sperm-covered self off again. When it subsided, she looked in the camera and said in her most coquettish voice, “Was that OK?”

“Clean up time.”

She Mona Lisa smiled at the camera, and began licking his cock clean. One hand was still slowly rubbing her clit.

‘Ohmigod. I must look like such a cumslut. I’ve got sperm all over my face! He’s going to share the video with other old sickos. Maybe he’ll post it on the internet.’

She was sucking the juices off the gnarled old dick, off his balls, off his crotch, looking directly into the camera. The depravity, the sluttiness of what she was doing was about to bring her another orgasm. When she finished she used the hand that wasn’t buried in her cunt to begin scooping the mess off her face and feeding it to herself. Her clit was telling her to put on a show for her imagined audience – thousands of old men, young men. She made what she hoped was a coquettish look and said, “Your jizz tastes so good. It’s going to make me come again. I’m going to come from eating your sperm. NOWWWWWWWWW!”

And off she went!

She fell backward onto the rug. Her fingers still rummaging in her cunt. She saw the perv stand up by her feet, then closed her eyes to concentrate on her orgasm.

‘How many is this? I lost count. I don’t care.’

Her addled brain was totally focused on her need for another nice big climax. There wasn’t much room for any other thoughts. She knew he was still recording her. She actually wanted him to do it. Her greedy pussy was in control of her thoughts. She was masturbating for an audience . . . ‘What if the boys at school saw this? My girlfriends. My teachers. Oh God! My dad!’

Perversely, this thought caused her to reach yet another peak. She was shuddering and whimpering.

“Open your eyes cunt.”

He was still standing above holding his penis in his hand. She was staring unfocused at the dick when a stream of piss erupted from the head and hit her face. It stung her eyes so she closed them.

“Open your eyes and open your mouth, fuckmeat.”

Stunned in disbelief at the sheer depravity of what was happening, she obeyed. She felt the warm piss cover her face and fill her mouth. Felt it cascading down over her breasts and stomach, felt it soaking her hair. She coughed and spit out the first mouthful.

“Don’t spit it out. Swallow.”

She began drinking. The filthiness of what she was doing finally sank in. She had never been so ashamed of herself, so humiliated. But her pussy was telling her that this was the way to another climax. Once her head was soaked, the old pervert’s piss stream moved down to her breasts; she began bucking up and down, running her hand over her body, pinching her pee-soaked nipples. When he began peeing on her cunt, she went off like a firecracker.

For several minutes, she lay on the floor fingering herself, wallowing in his urine as he recorded her with his phone. Her face was shiny with piss and cum.

She opened her eyes and looked at the cock looming over her. ‘Ohmigod it’s already hard again. I did that.’

He reached down and grabbed her hair. She screamed repeatedly as he dragged across the room and into a downstairs bathroom. He arranged her with her ass on the floor and her back and head resting against the vanity. She saw the cock head looming in front of her face and instinctively opened her mouth.

He began roughly fucking her mouth until she retched, coating his member with more saliva from her throat. Grabbing her hair again he pulled her up to her feet, then turned her around and bent her over the sink. She was stunned and ashamed at her reflection in the mirror. She was a total mess. Her hair was soaked with piss; her face shone with it. Cum and the bile from her throat was dripping off her chin. She lowered her head in shame, but he grabbed her hair and forced her to look at her reflection.

She watched herself as she felt the huge head of his dick enter her tight ass. He held it there for a second, then viciously plunged it full depth into her bowels. She saw herself screaming in the mirror. ‘It hurts so much. Omigod he’s fucking my ass!’ Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain and from the desperation of her plight. She’d asked for this, he’d given her the choice and she’d opted for getting destroyed by the huge cock. Her mind switched off.

She tried pretending it was someone else, some other filthy sobbing slut she was watching. Her efforts were thwarted when she saw herself open her mouth and moan at the instant the sound came to her ears. It was her alright, and she was beginning to enjoy the brutal sodomization the old man’s huge cock was inflicting.

She watched herself grimace as she felt the entire length of his dick viciously plunge again and again, full depth into her bowels. She saw herself screaming in the mirror. It hurt so much, but she knew the pleasure was soon to come. Indeed her pussy was already moistening and the warm feeling deep inside her vagina was starting to mingle with the pain. He plowed her ass mercilessly for five minutes as she felt the all too familiar sensation of an impending orgasm. Once again he seemed to read her mind. As she neared the top of the roller coaster he abruptly pulled his cock from her ass. Her eyes looked upward and she could see that the man was recording her on his phone again.

“Tell me what you want little whore.”

“I . . . I want you to fuck me.”

And where do you want to get fucked?”

“In . . . my ass.”

You fuckin’ slut. How do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“I want you to fuck me hard . . . and deep. Bury your dick in me and fuck me rough.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“Yes! Make me hurt.” She inferred from his questions what her responses should be. Her only fear was that they wouldn’t be filthy enough for him . . . and she wanted to please him at all costs.

“How much do you want to get fucked in the ass little girl?”

She pondered for just a moment before replying, “I want it so much. I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just fuck my ass.”

“Will you suck the come off it when I’m done?”

She gulped and replied, “Yes sir. I’ll suck it so good if you just fuck me in the ass.”

“Put your arms on your ass cheeks and spread it open.”

Her face turned a bright pink as she complied with the old man’s request — no, it was an order. She didn’t dare disobey. She didn’t want to. She knew he could see her most private parts. It simultaneously shamed and thrilled her. In the mirror she could see that he was pointing the phone right at her asshole.

“Now squeeze your asshole open and shut. Make it wink at me.”

She complied. She felt so exposed, so filthy.

He raised the camera, so she knew he was shooting her shiny face in the mirror.

“What does it mean when your little asshole winks at the camera?

She gulped, but she was beyond any resistance. She knew what he wanted to hear.

“It means that it wants to get fucked. It’s begging to get fucked. Doesn’t it make you want to fuck it?”

In her wildest dreams or nightmares she could never have envisioned behavior so wanton.

“What will you do for me if I assfuck you?”

“Anything. I’ll do anything. Please.”

“Will you fuck anyone I tell you to? Will you suck any dick I tell you to?”

In a millisecond she knew that anything she agreed to would be more than just a fantasy. She knew that it would become her future reality – a menu of what was in store for her. She also knew that she was completely lost in dirty sex and willing to do anything his perverted mind could conceive of.

“Yes sir. I’ll fuck your friends. I’ll suck stranger’s dicks. Please assfuck me.”

Will you clean my dick off after I fuck another girlie? Will you eat her pussy while I fuck her ass?

‘Oh no, another girl.’ She’d never even considered it. Yet she knew she’d do it.

“Yes, and I’ll eat her ass while you fuck her pussy. Please fuck my slutty ass.”

“OK girlie spread it as wide as you can and I’ll fuck it.”

She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she pulled her ass open painfully wide for the camera and awaited her prize, it occurred to her that he probably didn’t even know her name. He hadn’t cared enough to remember it.

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