He grinned toothlessly down at her. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me. Please. I need it.”
He roughly pulled her to her feet, pushed her face down onto a nearby table, and just threw her dress over her back, slamming his large curved cock into her in one thrust. Raising her hips to receive him, she uncontrollably groaned aloud, and he chuckled. “By golly, girly, you sure are hot for some cocky. You’re a real beauty, too. One of the best I’ve ever had my old dick inside.”
As sensitive as she was from being in heat for so long, she could feel every ridge and vane along curved penis as it hammered into her from the rear. She nearly swooned. It was wonderful. Wonderful – and so nasty! She felt herself nearing a shattering climax and she could tell the old man was too, because he started pounding at her even faster, racing toward his own mind-blowing cum.
“Come on you old bastard,” she groaned through clinched teeth. “Give it to me hard.”
“You getting it, Bitch,” he gritted, her words making him slam it into her even harder. “Take that old cock in your sloppy pussy, you little slut! Cum on it hard for Daddy.”
“Yes, yes . . .!”
“Call me daddy, you little bitch! Do it, or I pull it out and walk away.”
“Oh, please fuck me hard, Daddy,” she panted. “I love you Daddy. Please don’t stop. I need it so bad.” Then suddenly, she was there – twisting, screaming, crying with pleasure, wanting even more as he emptied his balls into her. As soon as he’d finished cumming in her, he roughly flipped her over and just slammed his cock into her again. She rose to meet his brutal thrusts with wantonness. It was apparent the old man hadn’t had any pussy for a long time because it wasn’t long before he started groaning again, mashing his mouth against her lips, sticking his long tongue half-way down her throat, his bad breath washing over her as she swallowed it with abandon. She sucked on the foul, probing tongue, and then answered with her own, probing his toothless mouth as though a cat seeking warm milk. The next climax hit her as hard as any she’d ever known, slamming her senses in all directions, making her black-out for a moment. When she was aware of her surroundings again, she saw the old man’s glistening cock in front of her face.
“Clean it up daughter. Daddy’s got to go to work.” This time, she did it eagerly.
Cleo staggered so badly going back to her room that she finally slipped off her high-heels and walked barefoot. In her room, she dropped her soiled beautiful dress in a heap on the floor and went straight to the shower. For twenty minutes, she stood under the hot water, trying to wash the smell and taste of the loathsome old janitor from her mind and body. Even as she remembered how he’d used her, shivering in revulsion, she felt another flood between her legs. She remembered how she’d eagerly called him Daddy, giving in to his demands without hesitation. Whore! Tears stung her eyes as she chastised herself angrily.
Leaving her hair damp, she lay on the bed wondering how she’d managed to end up like this. It had been her repulsive old boss, Ralph, who had caused it, she knew. He’d found all her buttons and had instantly known ways to fuck her until the top of her head literally flew off. Her hubby Mike would make love to her on most nights, and it had been nice – even sweet – but she lived only for when she went back to work the following day. She needed what Ralph provided. Ralph defiled and degraded her, fucking her brains out – and then just wiped his cock on her face and walked away, leaving her quivering in their spent juices, sticky with drying cum. She’d loved it all. When he hadn’t fucked her for a while, even after only a few days, she was climbing the walls for him. He was an ugly, fat little troll who repulsed her, but she had desperately craved what he’d given her. She realized she still did, and that was why she’d reveled in what the smelly old janitor had made her do. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? If they opened the door and told her she could leave, would she? She honestly didn’t know. Probably not.
Chapter 11
The sun was pouring in her window when she awoke the following morning, and she sleepily realized someone was moving around her room. Looking through grit-filled eye-lids, she saw it was a large man dressed as a butler. He was laying a short skirt and blouse on the foot of her bed.
“This is your attire for today. Please get up and dressed before breakfast is served.”
Cleo pulled the sheet up to her chin, waiting for the butler to leave. He simply starred at her for a moment, and then unzipped his pants, retrieving a half-swollen cock about the same size of the old janitor. “Come over here and take care of this before you get dressed.”
It was at this point that Cleo remembered Master’s words, and knew that she was beaten. Hating it, but resigned and without comment, she slid over and took the man’s cock deep into her throat, sucking gently. As with the previous night, it wasn’t long until she reached up, grasping the man’s flabby ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Soon she was moaning around the thick meat, sucking, licking, nibbling, and loving every bit of it. Even when he turned around, spread his ass-cheeks, and waited for her to lick his butthole, she did not hesitate. After a while, he turned back and she engulfed him all the way to its base. Too quickly, he shot his vast load into her mouth, coating her gums and tongue, forcing her to swallow rapidly in order not to drip it onto her bedding. When he pulled out of her reluctant mouth, she sat back on her haunches with a gazed expression, waiting for him to push her backward onto the bed and fuck her senseless. He didn’t. He simply zipped back up, and turned to go. “Breakfast will be in thirty minutes. Don’t make the Master wait.” He closed the door softly behind himself and didn’t see her tears start flowing.
Taking her shower, she could still taste the man’s cock ramming into her throat. She groaned silently in abject misery. Why hadn’t he just fucked her? She was ready for him, so why leave? She’d needed it, damn it! Trying to control her tears, she dressed and went down for breakfast.
Angel wasn’t at the breakfast table when she arrived. Neither was Master. Only the one called Amy, and the girl who was about Cleo’s age – Julie – was already seated. Both were seated primly, waiting for Master to arrive. Cleo nodded to them, positioned her swollen pussy lips around the four-inch rubber cock as she had with the day before, and eased it up inside her. She barely managed to suppressed a small groan. Master joined them immediately and she was glad she’d been quiet.
“Good morning whores. I trust everyone had a pleasant evening.” He smiled first at Amy, who blushed deeply, and then Cleo, who thought he probably already knew about how her day had gone. Probably her morning, too. She swallowed, imagining she could still taste the butler in her mouth, feeling a small involuntary flow of wetness run down the rubber device inside her. The small groan she’d suppressed earlier, nearly slipped from between her moist lips, but she fought it back again. Why hadn’t that damned butler just fucked her instead of leaving her hanging like this? She forced the image of his large cock to the back of her mind, taking a forkful of something tasteless. Damn!
“Amy,” Master suddenly said. “Tell our guests about how your training went last night.” He smiled sweetly, his black eyes cold and bottomless.
Apparently, Amy had not been expecting this, for she nearly choked on the bite she was chewing. Face flaming, eyes downcast, she licked her lips nervously and said, “Mr. Kapp came to my room around 9:00 pm, Master. I was ready for you, and wasn’t expecting him. As always, he didn’t speak. He pushed me to the edge of the bed, made me lie on my stomach, and tried to force . . . “ she swallowed again, “tried forcing me to have anal sex, Master.”
“Now Amy, you know we don’t call it ‘anal sex’ here. What do we say?”
“He wanted to fuck me in the ass – to force his cock up my asshole, Master. It was so painful and I’m sorry but I screamed loudly. He didn’t use any cream or anything and seemed to like it like that, but he had a hard time getting in there, Master.”
“Did he finally succeed?” Master smiled.
“Yes Master. After almost an hour of terrible pain, he finally used some lube and it slid in all the way.” She paused, and the master raised one eyebrow, smiling. She went on hesitantly. “He fucked me really hard for about fifteen minutes. It was brutal, Master.”
“Did he finally cum in your ass, Amy?”
“Yes Master.”
The smile suddenly grew evil. “Did you cum, Amy?”
Her blush grew to a deep red and she stammered, then in a tiny voice, said, “Yes, Master. I came many times after a while. You will be pleased to know that I came really hard, over-and-over. I screamed and cried with pleasure, beating my fists on the bed as he pounded in my ass with his hard cock. This morning, I could barely walk. I’m very sore, Master. I hope I can wait a few days before my next lesson.” She stared down at her plate, and Cleo felt a jolt of pity for her, but the story was causing her to become wetter and wetter in her chair. Suddenly, the rubber cock grew warm, and began a gentle up-and-down motion inside her.
“Now, you know that is simply not possible, Amy. You will continue with your training today after lunch. I expect a full report at breakfast in the morning.” He looked at Cleo. “And you, my dear. How did your evening and this morning go?”
The image of the old janitor roughly fucking her from behind, flashed through her mind, and before she could stop it, she was cumming on the rubber cock inside her. Over and over it racked her body, drawing groans and grunts and she squirmed and pushed her ass downward to get it all in her. When it was over and she panted silently with her head down, Master just stared at her for a moment, then snapped his fingers loudly. Kapp appeared in his black loincloth.
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