nighteyes66
01-29-2015, 01:33 AM
Her first baby-sitting job had really changed her life, she thought with an amused smile. Why on earth her parents never wondered where the money for all those nice clothes and gadgets came from, was beyond her. They couldn’t really believe a few hours of baby-sitting paid that well?
Some of the guys paid her in cash, those were her favorites. Others insisted on buying her her stuff. Lingerie or clothes that made her look like a cheap street hooker. She had to tell them that she didn’t consider stuff she only wore for them, as decent payment. She’d actually sold some of the slutty stuff on ebay, but why should she have to go through that hassle?
Most guys were just sex-starved and wanted nothing more than a quick blowjob or a quickie. Don though, he was one of the weird ones. As she lay on the bed, waiting for him to knock on the motel room door 30 miles from the little suburb where they both lived, she reminisced.
Her parents had thrown one of their little neighborhood parties. Don was there with this silly little cow Julie. Julie had a bit of a little girl crush on Sam’s father – and she certainly wasn’t the only one. Sam couldn’t count the times she’d heard “your dad is really hot!” from other girls. SO embarrassing. Her dad was younger looking, he worked out at the gym a few times a week, and dressed fashionably. He was also a big flirt, which Sam hated. At least he shouldn’t flirt with girls her age! As for Julie, who was even younger than Sam’s other friends, he had to know that she had a crush on him – the way she looked at him! Silly little girl! And he certainly encouraged her. Hugging her. “Accidentally” brushing against her perky little breasts when they were playing ball. At one point during the evening, when everyone had probably had one or two beer too many, he pulled her onto his lap and held her there for a second. Julie giggled. When she got up, Sam saw the bulge in her father’s pants.
Obviously, her dad was a pig.
But as she knew at that point, he wasn’t the only one in their little suburb. The cute dress she wore, was a gift from a doctor whose daughter she’d first babysat about a year ago. He liked to cum on her feet.
She got a coke from the fridge and when she turned around, she almost bumped into Julie’s father. “Oops. Sorry, Mr. Randall!” She could never bring herself to call him Don, no matter how many times he told her to. He wasn’t like her own dad at all – he was reserved, quiet and always had a bit of a downtrodden look on him. His wife had left him years ago and as far Sam knew, he had never even gone out with a woman after that. She didn’t think he owned any clothes that were less than ten years old, and he was growing bald.
“You look very nice tonight, Samantha”, he said, and she couldn’t believe her ears. This was definitely a first.
“Are you wearing panties under that dress?”
“Wha….!?” She couldn’t even finish the word before he continued: “I know your secret, Sam.”
She slammed the fridge closed, frantically. “No idea what you’re talking about.” “Oh yes you do”, he replied. “You want me to give you a list of men?” He leaned against her. “How many cocks have you had in your little pussy last week, Samantha?”
“Oh shut up for heaven’s sake”, she hissed.
“I suggest we go upstairs so we can talk a little”, he said. “Before your dad comes in to join our little conversation.”
He had motioned her to walk up the stairs in front of him, and she was aware of his eyes on her ass. What now? Hopefully he would be satisfied with a quick blowjob – how bad could it be?? He looked like he hadn’t had sex in this millenium, he’d probably shoot his load in ten seconds. She quickly pulled him into her room and locked the door.
“What do you want?”
He looked her up and down. Then he reached out for the hem of her dress and very slowly, slid his hand underneath. It rested on her silk panties for a moment. “Let me see”. She let out an exasperated sigh and lifted the skirt of her dress. “Looks like you like to dress for the job”. He rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric. She pulled his hand away. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Well obviously I know that you have turned into a little whore. I had my first suspicions about it a few months ago so I started paying attention to your whereabouts. You have been quite busy, haven’t you?” His hand reached for her crotch again, and now actually slid inside her panties to feel her pussy. “I bet that cunt never even gets the chance to dry.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. At this moment the fact that he even knew that word, was more of a shock than his probing finger between her thighs. But of course she had already learned that the repressed types liked the dirty talk the most. The church-goers were the worst. “Do you go to church, Mr. Randall?” she asked in a conversational tone. He pulled his hand back. “You are a coldblooded little slut”, he said. “So I guess you won’t have a problem with me telling you dad, your mom, your teachers, your brothers, what I have found out about you?”
She actually considered this for a moment. What was worse – facing her parents’ reaction to all this (which she couldn’t even imagine, they’d probably put her in some kind of institution or something), or dealing with Don Randall? How BAD could he be?? Not any worse than all the other guys. And in a year or two, she would be gone from this town anyway.
She sat down on the bed and looked at him. “I’ll do what you want”, she said. She found the whole thing almost comical. There he was standing in front of her, Julies dad with his old-fashioned khaki pants – they had pleats, for heaven’s sake!! – his stupid-looking glasses, and he was blackmailing her into having sex with him. She really should write a book about this.
He actually looked nervous and a little guilty. But at the same time, his trembling fingers unzipped his pants and he let them drop to the floor. His cock was a big bulge in his tight grey briefs. “Show me what you’ve learned”, he whispered hoarsely.
So she pulled his briefs down to reveal a throbbing cock that was already dripping precum. She looked up at him as she slowly took it into her mouth. All the way in until it hit the back of her throat. His hands gripped her shoulders. One of them clumsily reached down her dress and started rubbing her breasts through her bra. He managed to pull one of them out of the cup and out of her dress and started pinching her nipple hard. “Oh my god you are good at this, you little slut”, he moaned, and then, just as she predicted, he came hard almost instantly, deep in her mouth. He put both hands on her head and pushed in so deep and hard, that she started to gag and cough. Her fists hammered against his thighs. One last long deep push, then he shoved her back onto the bed almost violently and she could see cum dripping from his trembling cock. “You disgusting little whore”, he said, while trying to catch his breath. “Look at you. I should get your parents up here right now. Or maybe all the other guests so you get that pussy filled.”
Later on, once they were dressed, he had said: “I don’t want to hurt you, Sam”. He had sounded apologetic. “Maybe we can just forget this ever happened.” He looked like he was ashamed of himself.
They went downstairs and the Randalls left the party soon after.
Don WAS ashamed of himself. But at the same time, he couldn’t get this image out of his head. Sam on the bed after he’d cum in her mouth. Her cute flowery dress around her waist. The thin silky panties. One of her sweet firm tits exposed, the nipple hardened from his rather crude attention. Cum in the corner of her mouth. And she looked at him as if she was actually a little afraid. It made him feel bad and turned him on at the same time. No woman had ever looked at him this way before. Actually no woman had looked at him any way at all anytime recently. And – this was something he would never tell anyone – this had been the first time a woman had taken his cock into her mouth. He had married his wife at age 20, and she’d left him when he was 35, his dating life before and after her had been abysmal.
He really should stop doing this. But during the night he woke up with a raging hard-on, from a dream in which Samantha rode him til he came. He hadn’t even seen her damned pussy yet (when basically the whole rest of the town had – that little whore!!). It wasn’t right.
So, he went back to talk to her again.
The second time he visited her was a few weeks later. It was a Sunday, and her parents were both out. She knew it was him because she’d seen him approach the house through the garden, and she almost didn’t want to open. She had just come home from a Sunday morning appointment… the mom and kids had gone to church, dad stayed home because he needed to do some “accounting”… and she hadn’t even showered yet. The guy had taken way too long to cum so by the time he finally did, he basically kicked her out of the house. She had hoped Don would be done with her, but obviously, he wasn’t. She sighed as she opened the door. “What do you want?” He raised his eye brows as he looked at her. She was wearing the clothes she had worn for her appointment…. a short denim skirt, tight sleeveless shirt and pink sneakers at her feet. Her hair was in a slightly deranged ponytail. His eyes took it all in, especially the way the tight shirt stretched over her breasts. “I don’t know what it is”, he said. “Either your shirt is too small, or your tits are too big.” He reached out to touch her but she stepped back. “Are you crazy? People could see us!” “Well then, you’ll have to ask me in, right?”
She stepped aside and he walked into their house. Without wasting any more words, he motioned her to go upstairs. Again, she walked in front of him. “Oh my god”, he said. “I think I can actually smell you. Had a busy morning?” She quietly led him into her room.
“This time we’re doing it right”, he said while he sat down in a chair by the window. “Take your clothes off. Everything but your panties. If you’re wearing any that is. Are you?”
By then, she understood what he liked, so she quietly lifted her skirt, just enough to let him see that she was indeed wearing a pair of tiny silk panties. Then she slowly pulled down her skirt. Slipped out of her sneakers, Took off the girly striped socks. She stopped. “You might consider letting me take a shower”, she said. “Unless you want sloppy seconds.” “I don’t care”, he said. “I know your pussy’s been around. Take your top off.” She pulled her shirt over her head. She was not wearing a bra. His gaze fixed on her breasts. Slowly, he stood up and walked towards her. “How much?” he asked. “how much do guys have to pay to touch that body?” “I – I don’t have fixed rates.” “I see. I guess you’re not a pro.” He slowly walked around her and stood behind her. She could hear him breathe. His mouth was next to her ear. “How much did you charge the guy this morning? And what did you do?” He placed both of his hands on her breasts from behind. His skin felt rough on her soft nipples and she could feel them get hard. He started tweaking them a little. Pulling them. Flicking them. “50″, she said. “That seems pretty cheap”, he remarked. He now cupped both her breasts and lifted them a little. “Yeah but he’s a reg. I make 200 on him alone every month. He also gets me things sometimes.” “I see”. Back to squeezing her tits now. “And what did you do for those 50$?” She rolled her eyes. “I blew him, and then he fucked me. Easy money. Half hour.” One of his hands slid across her tummy. “No special requests?” “Hair in a ponytail, sneakers and a short skirt.” “Very nice.” He pressed himself against her and she could feel his hardness. “You know I’m going to fuck you this time, right?” She didn’t say anything. His hand wandered further down and stroked her through the thin panties she was still wearing. Now he slid his fingers inside them and rubbed across her wet pussy. “You little slut”, he whispered into her ear. “You’re dripping cum.” He let her go and pushed her on her bed. “Take them off now and let me see your cunt.”
She quickly pulled her panties down and threw them onto the floor. Her mind was racing. She looked at him and saw a middle-aged man of less than average looks but at the same time, something unexpected had happened to her. She was turned on. She leaned backwards on the edge of the bed, and pulled her legs up so he could see her. He knelt down in front of the bed and pushed one finger inside her. He could feel stickiness, warmth and wetness. He moved his finger around a little, then slowly added another. She twisted and squirmed and he could hear a little moan. “You little whore”, he whispered. “Just can’t get enough, can you? Your pussy is still sticky with cum and you want it again, do you? You fucking little whore.” With that, he pulled his hand out of her and slapped her face. She screamed out in surprise. His hand now found her throat and pushed her into the soft cover of her bed. His other hand was working on his fly. “You nasty little slut. I think you really wouldn’t mind all that much if I told your dad. You’d probably let him fuck you, too, right?” He grabbed her legs, moved her around on the bed, and the next moment, he was on top of her, forcing his cock inside her. “What do you think he would say if he knew, huh?” He held her legs up high and plunged into her as hard and deep as he could. “Your cunt feels so good. No wonder guys pay to fuck you. But I’ll never pay, understand me? You’ll let me fuck that hole whenever the hell I want. Got that?” Both his hands were pushing down on her chest, squeezing her breasts, while his cock hit her cervix. She yelled in surprise and pain. He slapped her again. “I asked if you understood, you dumb whore. Did you hear what I said?” “Yes”, she whimpered, while he kept drilling his cock inside her. “You-fucking-nasty-whore”. He seemed to go deeper with every word, his hands now back to squeezing her tits, and much to her shame, she could feel the waves of an intense climax building up. Oh dear god, no, she thought. She’d never even cum with the guys who paid her, and now she’d cum with this asshole? She could feel his sweat dripping on her, another slap across her face, now his hand on her throat… and then she screamed out as an intense orgasm washed over her.
Her screams and the throbbing of her pussy around his cock made him cum almost immediately. He pulled out and shot it all over her hot little body. Her neck, her tits, her flat tummy. He collapsed on top of her, but only for a moment, before he got up, looked at her and said “clean yourself up, you whore.”
The next few months, they reached an agreement. He would either come to their house when she was alone, or take her to a cheap motel a few miles out of town.
Today was a motel day. And she was waiting for him. He had dropped her off and then had left again to “get a few things”. She wasn’t sure what he had in store for her. Obviously he was trying to make up for lost time by trying every possible sexual scenario he could think of. As he often reminded her, she had become his private little whore. And strangely, she liked it. She never told him – but the screaming orgasms probably gave her secret away. The worse he treated her, the harder she came. Once or twice, he’d handed her money but not as payment but as a reminder that she really, truly, was his whore. That day she had cum extra hard.
Another time, she let him watch her with another man. He nearly fucked her into unconsciousness after that.
He had requested her to wear a specific dress. It barely covered her ass and was low cut. She called it her slut dress. It worked well for what it was supposed to do – getting attention, and getting cocks hard. Sometimes she wore it just for fun but usually she dressed more modestly on her “days off”. Her dark hair was in a ponytail, as usual. He hadn’t made any requests about underwear, he didn’t seem to care much about that, though he seemed to prefer plain cotton panties over the more fancy stuff. She was fine with that.
The door opened and he walked in with a small shopping bag which he put on the nightstand beside the bed. “Stand up”, he ordered, and she obliged. He took her body in for a few seconds, the way he always did. She had learned one thing about him very quickly. Unlike most of the other guys who did their best to ignore the fact that she screwed many others, he liked to talk about it, ask her lots of questions and then use the answers to degrade and humiliate her. That seemed to turn him on the most. And much to her dismay, it did the same for her.
He grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. His other hand had slid under her dress and groped her ass. “You look exactly like what you are”, he whispered close to her ear. “A cheap little whore.” His hand wandered behind her to firmly grip her ponytail. He pulled her head back. She was much smaller than him so she had to look up at him. Her eyes watered from the pain of him pulling her hair. “What’s the going rate for a blow job this week?” “20″, she whimpered weakly. The lower the number, the harder he got. She knew that much. Unfortunately, as always, she could already feel her pussy getting wet. “Get down on your knees and suck me!” he demanded, at the same time pushing her down. She undid his fly, pulled his cock out and started sucking it with all the enthusiasm she could muster – which was a lot. She loved cocks. The way they felt in her mouth. The little moans she heard when she did a really good job. Hands in her hair, pushing her to suck harder. Take it in deeper. “That’s my sweet little cocksucker”, he whispered, while his hand held her hair in a firm grip. “Take it in deeper, yes that’s it. Suck that cock, you little whore.” She reached under her dress and inside her panties to finger her pussy but as soon as she tried, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and her on her feet. “I don’t think I told you you were allowed to finger that pussy. You’re not going to get to cum today, you little slut. You think this is about you getting off? Hell no. You’ve been having way too much fun, this is not what this is supposed to be like.” He turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. “Hold still”. She felt her panties being dulled down and her dress pulled up. The next moment, his hand hit her ass with a loud smack. “Ouch!” she yelled and looked around at him angrily. He laughed. “I don’t think you got spanked enough as a little girl, and look what that got you. You turned into a cheap whore.” Another hard smack. “Fuck you!” she screamed. “No, fuck YOU, whore.” Smack. Her ass started to feel hot and sore. Smack. “And stop that yelling, or I’ll get my belt out. You don’t want the belt, do you?” Smack. She bit into the pillow to stop herself from screaming. “Maybe that’s what your dad should have done more often. Give you the belt, instead of spoiling you the way he did.” Smack. “You goddamn little brat.” He was breathing heavily and now she could feel his hands pull her cheeks apart. “Remember what I said. You’re not cumming today. If you do, I’ll beat the living shit out of you.” He sank his cock inside her dripping wet pussy and she could instantly feel her muscles clench around him. His hand was back in her hair, pulling her head back, so her back was arched. She could feel him drilling into her, hard and rough. “Oh my god” she whimpered. How could she not cum? She tried to think of all the things she hated about him but it seemed like the very fact that she let a guy like HIM fuck her and treat her the way he did, turned her on. Already her pussy started to throb. She reached down to finger her clit and was punished with a hard slap on her ass. “Stop that, you horny little bitch.” He pulled his cock out of her and she moaned in frustration. Back in it went, but slowly this time. “I’m just going to fuck that hole a little bit… just long enough”. Long enough for what?? she wondered. He pulled out again and turned her around on her back. She looked at him with wild eyes. He laughed. “Oh look at you. You really want to cum, don’t you? That’s too bad.” He reached into her dress and pulled it down. A pretty pink lace bra with embroidered flowers covered her breasts. He admired the view for a moment, then he roughly pulled the bra down to expose her breasts. They were still restricted by the bra so they stood up firmly. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. “Look at you”, he said again, hoarsely. “This is how I like you best. We should probably take a picture for your daddy.” And much to her horror, he reached for his cellphone and snapped a picture of her. Her dress around her waist, her pussy wet and exposed, her bra pulled down, her nipples hard and pink. She turned her face away and could actually feel tears in her eyes. “You can tell him that this picture was taken two minutes before your ass got fucked for the first time.”
“Now, take that cock into your mouth and lube it up, because I’m not sure you deserve me putting lube on it before I fuck your ass”. She looked at him in shock. “Oh please no!” she whispered. “I’ll do everything else but please don’t do that.” “of course I will”, he said. “I’m getting tired of fucking the hole every man in town has fucked. How many last week, Sam? How many??” “Just three”, she sobbed. “What was the most you ever did in one day?” He was hovering over her, with his cock stroking her cheeks and gliding over her lips. “I don’t want to say.” “Oh really. I don’t think you’re ready for the consequences of not telling me what I want to hear. How many? Sweetie, we already know you’re a whore, now the only question is, how much of a whore?” “Four”, she said, with tears now running over her cheek. “How did that happen?” He held her down firmly. “It – it just worked out very well. One of the guys had rented a room and he said it was ok if I stayed as long as I liked… so I made a few calls and told the guys that I was free and had a place.” “And they all came in your pussy?” “Yes they did.” “Did you cum?” “No.” “Liar.” He slapped her across the face. “I don’t believe that. We both know you cum all the time.” She pressed her lips together. Did she want him to know that she only came with him? Fuck, no. “I did”, she hissed. “I came 20 times that day, with four different cocks in my cunt.” She looked at him fiercely. His cock looked like it was about to explode. “Oooh you damned whore”, he spat at her. Another slap across the face. “And that’s exactly why I don’t want that dirty pussy today. No one wants what everyone has, didn’t anyone ever tell you that? You’re only 17 but your pussy is used up like that of a 50year old street hooker. How much longer do you think you’re going to be tight and firm the way you are now?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She howled. Slap. “Shut the fuck up!”
“Now-” he threw her back onto the bed. “Suck my cock. Lube it up good. Then maybe I’ll be nice and put some lube on it before I fuck your ass.” He knelt over her chest and looked down at her sternly. She lifted her head slightly and took him into her mouth. With her usual enthusiasm, she began to lick and suck him. He actually had a very attractive cock – thick and straight, exactly how she liked them. She realized that if she got him to cum, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her ass this time – and then she simply would refuse to see him again. She’d been an idiot for going along with his little blackmail game. That much she knew by now.
However, as she kept sucking his cock, licking his shaft up and down, kissing and nibbling the sensitive head, while his hands roughly kneaded both of her breasts, she finally had to admit to herself that at least for the last few weeks, she hadn’t been seeing him because she was afraid he’d tell her parents. He was the first guy since John who could make her cum. Some sick part of her loved the way he treated her. The degradation, the humiliation, the rough sex without any consideration for her feelings, or for what she might want. She knew he looked at her and all he saw was a pair of pretty tits and two holes to put his cock in. He had completely dehumanized her, and she loved it. The moment he said “on your knees slut” and opened his pants, she could feel warm wetness between her legs. She knew, and he knew, that she wasn’t here now because he blackmailed her. She was here because she wanted to be here. Forcefully fucked, and only existing for his pleasure and release. Her own climax was a by-product.
“I know you can do better than that, you little bitch”, he hissed, and slapped her tits so hard it made her eyes water again. “Come on, show me what a great cocksucker you are. Is that all?” Another hard slap. Her nipples hardened, and her clit was aching to be touched. She screamed in frustration, but he only shoved his cock deep in her mouth. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told!” She arched her back and took him in as deep as she could until he hit the back of her throat. His fingers tweaked her nipples, painfully. Then, another slap. “You fucking useless cunt!” He pulled out of her mouth, and pushed her away from him. She looked at his erect cock – he looked like he was about to burst – and wished for nothing more than to feel him in her pussy. Her hands reached down to feel her wetness and to find her swollen clit, but he had got something out of the bag on the nightstand, and lifted her hands over her head. “Hold still!” She could feel him slip handcuffs over her wrists. “I’ll help you keep your hands off that horny little pussy of yours.” He was breathing heavily. “Now turn around!” She did as she was told and found herself on her stomach. Her wrists handcuffed together over her head. She lifted her head and saw that he now pulled a piece of rope through the handcuffs, and tied the rope to the headboard of the bed. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out baby”, he said. “You won’t be able to walk right for a week. And nothing you can do about it, right?” Next he put a blindfold over her eyes. “Now lift your ass for me, baby. And don’t make a sound or I’ll gag you and beat the crap out of you. Do you understand? Be quiet, and do what I say, and it will be over soon. Got that?” She nodded, desperately.
He seemed to kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks. “What a sweet little ass that is”, he said admiringly. “And no one ever had it, right? It’s going to be mine, and mine only.” She could feel him stroking the outside of her asshole, and then slowly pushing a finger an inch or two in. “Ouch, ouch”, she whimpered and tried to pull away from him. He laughed. “Come on now. That was just a finger. Don’t be ridiculous.” He kept pushing in a little deeper, and she howled. He punished her by pushing his finger all the way inside her. “Oh my god”, he said. “That’s tight. Pretty sure you haven’t lied to me about never having done this before. But you better be quiet now or this will be very unpleasant. Got it?” She nodded, sobbing. His other hand reached for her pussy and she wished she wasn’t so embarrassingly wet. She could feel his fingers part her lips, giving her clit a quick, casual little stroke – it seemed to set her on fire – then his cock was inside her again. Instantly her muscles clenched around him. She could feel him move in and out with long, slow strokes. “Just getting my cock wet for your ass”, he whispered. “I don’t think we’ll need any extra lube, that hole is soaking wet.” Again, she heard him reach for the bag, then the sound of a package being ripped open and casually thrown to the floor. A soft buzzing sound and next thing she knew, she could feel an intense vibration on her clit while he kept fucking her. “Get that pussy wet and juicy”, he said. “But don’t forget – you cum, you’ll pay for it.” She threw her head back and moaned in frustration. He put a hand on the small of her back while the other held the small vibrator he had bought to her clit. “I’m gonna cum!” she cried out. “No you fucking won’t!” he yelled at her and slapped her hard across her back. His cock slipped out of her, but the vibe was still buzzing on her clit.
She could feel him reaching for her ass again. “Oh no please”, she cried, and tried to get away both from his hands and the vibrator. “If you don’t shut up now, I’ll stick the vibe in your pussy while I fuck your ass, and I don’t think you’d like that, so better be quiet now. It’s about time you learn how to take it in the ass, you can probably charge a hundred bucks for that.” She bit into the pillow, while she could feel him spread her cheeks again, and then the hot tip of his cock on her asshole. One hand found her pussy and rubbed it, roughly, and then she could feel him smear her juicy wetness all over her tight asshole. “It’s probably easier for you if you try to relax, but I don’t care, I’ll fuck your whore ass no matter what”, he informed her matter-of-factly. And then she could feel the tip of his cock push past the barrier, and inside her ass. It burned like fire inside her and she thought, wildly “he’s fucking my ass! He’s really fucking my ass!” She wasn’t sure if it was the thought or the actual sensation that turned her on, but she knew that if he put the vibe back on her clit, she would cum. He went a little deeper with every stroke. “Fuck. This feels so good. Your ass is so damned tight.” He held on to her hips. “Now you’re really my little whore.” She pushed back against him. He laughed. His fingers dug deeply into her soft flesh as he started to move faster and faster. The pain was almost tearing her apart, but she loved every second of it, and kept pushing against him. With a long drawn out scream he shot his cum inside her. She collapsed on the bed and thought that if he pulled it out, she was surely going to die.
She could hear him get up and go to the small bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back, he said, with an amused voice: “Look at you. You got cum dripping out of your ass. I think that’s another good picture right here.”
Some of the guys paid her in cash, those were her favorites. Others insisted on buying her her stuff. Lingerie or clothes that made her look like a cheap street hooker. She had to tell them that she didn’t consider stuff she only wore for them, as decent payment. She’d actually sold some of the slutty stuff on ebay, but why should she have to go through that hassle?
Most guys were just sex-starved and wanted nothing more than a quick blowjob or a quickie. Don though, he was one of the weird ones. As she lay on the bed, waiting for him to knock on the motel room door 30 miles from the little suburb where they both lived, she reminisced.
Her parents had thrown one of their little neighborhood parties. Don was there with this silly little cow Julie. Julie had a bit of a little girl crush on Sam’s father – and she certainly wasn’t the only one. Sam couldn’t count the times she’d heard “your dad is really hot!” from other girls. SO embarrassing. Her dad was younger looking, he worked out at the gym a few times a week, and dressed fashionably. He was also a big flirt, which Sam hated. At least he shouldn’t flirt with girls her age! As for Julie, who was even younger than Sam’s other friends, he had to know that she had a crush on him – the way she looked at him! Silly little girl! And he certainly encouraged her. Hugging her. “Accidentally” brushing against her perky little breasts when they were playing ball. At one point during the evening, when everyone had probably had one or two beer too many, he pulled her onto his lap and held her there for a second. Julie giggled. When she got up, Sam saw the bulge in her father’s pants.
Obviously, her dad was a pig.
But as she knew at that point, he wasn’t the only one in their little suburb. The cute dress she wore, was a gift from a doctor whose daughter she’d first babysat about a year ago. He liked to cum on her feet.
She got a coke from the fridge and when she turned around, she almost bumped into Julie’s father. “Oops. Sorry, Mr. Randall!” She could never bring herself to call him Don, no matter how many times he told her to. He wasn’t like her own dad at all – he was reserved, quiet and always had a bit of a downtrodden look on him. His wife had left him years ago and as far Sam knew, he had never even gone out with a woman after that. She didn’t think he owned any clothes that were less than ten years old, and he was growing bald.
“You look very nice tonight, Samantha”, he said, and she couldn’t believe her ears. This was definitely a first.
“Are you wearing panties under that dress?”
“Wha….!?” She couldn’t even finish the word before he continued: “I know your secret, Sam.”
She slammed the fridge closed, frantically. “No idea what you’re talking about.” “Oh yes you do”, he replied. “You want me to give you a list of men?” He leaned against her. “How many cocks have you had in your little pussy last week, Samantha?”
“Oh shut up for heaven’s sake”, she hissed.
“I suggest we go upstairs so we can talk a little”, he said. “Before your dad comes in to join our little conversation.”
He had motioned her to walk up the stairs in front of him, and she was aware of his eyes on her ass. What now? Hopefully he would be satisfied with a quick blowjob – how bad could it be?? He looked like he hadn’t had sex in this millenium, he’d probably shoot his load in ten seconds. She quickly pulled him into her room and locked the door.
“What do you want?”
He looked her up and down. Then he reached out for the hem of her dress and very slowly, slid his hand underneath. It rested on her silk panties for a moment. “Let me see”. She let out an exasperated sigh and lifted the skirt of her dress. “Looks like you like to dress for the job”. He rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric. She pulled his hand away. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Well obviously I know that you have turned into a little whore. I had my first suspicions about it a few months ago so I started paying attention to your whereabouts. You have been quite busy, haven’t you?” His hand reached for her crotch again, and now actually slid inside her panties to feel her pussy. “I bet that cunt never even gets the chance to dry.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. At this moment the fact that he even knew that word, was more of a shock than his probing finger between her thighs. But of course she had already learned that the repressed types liked the dirty talk the most. The church-goers were the worst. “Do you go to church, Mr. Randall?” she asked in a conversational tone. He pulled his hand back. “You are a coldblooded little slut”, he said. “So I guess you won’t have a problem with me telling you dad, your mom, your teachers, your brothers, what I have found out about you?”
She actually considered this for a moment. What was worse – facing her parents’ reaction to all this (which she couldn’t even imagine, they’d probably put her in some kind of institution or something), or dealing with Don Randall? How BAD could he be?? Not any worse than all the other guys. And in a year or two, she would be gone from this town anyway.
She sat down on the bed and looked at him. “I’ll do what you want”, she said. She found the whole thing almost comical. There he was standing in front of her, Julies dad with his old-fashioned khaki pants – they had pleats, for heaven’s sake!! – his stupid-looking glasses, and he was blackmailing her into having sex with him. She really should write a book about this.
He actually looked nervous and a little guilty. But at the same time, his trembling fingers unzipped his pants and he let them drop to the floor. His cock was a big bulge in his tight grey briefs. “Show me what you’ve learned”, he whispered hoarsely.
So she pulled his briefs down to reveal a throbbing cock that was already dripping precum. She looked up at him as she slowly took it into her mouth. All the way in until it hit the back of her throat. His hands gripped her shoulders. One of them clumsily reached down her dress and started rubbing her breasts through her bra. He managed to pull one of them out of the cup and out of her dress and started pinching her nipple hard. “Oh my god you are good at this, you little slut”, he moaned, and then, just as she predicted, he came hard almost instantly, deep in her mouth. He put both hands on her head and pushed in so deep and hard, that she started to gag and cough. Her fists hammered against his thighs. One last long deep push, then he shoved her back onto the bed almost violently and she could see cum dripping from his trembling cock. “You disgusting little whore”, he said, while trying to catch his breath. “Look at you. I should get your parents up here right now. Or maybe all the other guests so you get that pussy filled.”
Later on, once they were dressed, he had said: “I don’t want to hurt you, Sam”. He had sounded apologetic. “Maybe we can just forget this ever happened.” He looked like he was ashamed of himself.
They went downstairs and the Randalls left the party soon after.
Don WAS ashamed of himself. But at the same time, he couldn’t get this image out of his head. Sam on the bed after he’d cum in her mouth. Her cute flowery dress around her waist. The thin silky panties. One of her sweet firm tits exposed, the nipple hardened from his rather crude attention. Cum in the corner of her mouth. And she looked at him as if she was actually a little afraid. It made him feel bad and turned him on at the same time. No woman had ever looked at him this way before. Actually no woman had looked at him any way at all anytime recently. And – this was something he would never tell anyone – this had been the first time a woman had taken his cock into her mouth. He had married his wife at age 20, and she’d left him when he was 35, his dating life before and after her had been abysmal.
He really should stop doing this. But during the night he woke up with a raging hard-on, from a dream in which Samantha rode him til he came. He hadn’t even seen her damned pussy yet (when basically the whole rest of the town had – that little whore!!). It wasn’t right.
So, he went back to talk to her again.
The second time he visited her was a few weeks later. It was a Sunday, and her parents were both out. She knew it was him because she’d seen him approach the house through the garden, and she almost didn’t want to open. She had just come home from a Sunday morning appointment… the mom and kids had gone to church, dad stayed home because he needed to do some “accounting”… and she hadn’t even showered yet. The guy had taken way too long to cum so by the time he finally did, he basically kicked her out of the house. She had hoped Don would be done with her, but obviously, he wasn’t. She sighed as she opened the door. “What do you want?” He raised his eye brows as he looked at her. She was wearing the clothes she had worn for her appointment…. a short denim skirt, tight sleeveless shirt and pink sneakers at her feet. Her hair was in a slightly deranged ponytail. His eyes took it all in, especially the way the tight shirt stretched over her breasts. “I don’t know what it is”, he said. “Either your shirt is too small, or your tits are too big.” He reached out to touch her but she stepped back. “Are you crazy? People could see us!” “Well then, you’ll have to ask me in, right?”
She stepped aside and he walked into their house. Without wasting any more words, he motioned her to go upstairs. Again, she walked in front of him. “Oh my god”, he said. “I think I can actually smell you. Had a busy morning?” She quietly led him into her room.
“This time we’re doing it right”, he said while he sat down in a chair by the window. “Take your clothes off. Everything but your panties. If you’re wearing any that is. Are you?”
By then, she understood what he liked, so she quietly lifted her skirt, just enough to let him see that she was indeed wearing a pair of tiny silk panties. Then she slowly pulled down her skirt. Slipped out of her sneakers, Took off the girly striped socks. She stopped. “You might consider letting me take a shower”, she said. “Unless you want sloppy seconds.” “I don’t care”, he said. “I know your pussy’s been around. Take your top off.” She pulled her shirt over her head. She was not wearing a bra. His gaze fixed on her breasts. Slowly, he stood up and walked towards her. “How much?” he asked. “how much do guys have to pay to touch that body?” “I – I don’t have fixed rates.” “I see. I guess you’re not a pro.” He slowly walked around her and stood behind her. She could hear him breathe. His mouth was next to her ear. “How much did you charge the guy this morning? And what did you do?” He placed both of his hands on her breasts from behind. His skin felt rough on her soft nipples and she could feel them get hard. He started tweaking them a little. Pulling them. Flicking them. “50″, she said. “That seems pretty cheap”, he remarked. He now cupped both her breasts and lifted them a little. “Yeah but he’s a reg. I make 200 on him alone every month. He also gets me things sometimes.” “I see”. Back to squeezing her tits now. “And what did you do for those 50$?” She rolled her eyes. “I blew him, and then he fucked me. Easy money. Half hour.” One of his hands slid across her tummy. “No special requests?” “Hair in a ponytail, sneakers and a short skirt.” “Very nice.” He pressed himself against her and she could feel his hardness. “You know I’m going to fuck you this time, right?” She didn’t say anything. His hand wandered further down and stroked her through the thin panties she was still wearing. Now he slid his fingers inside them and rubbed across her wet pussy. “You little slut”, he whispered into her ear. “You’re dripping cum.” He let her go and pushed her on her bed. “Take them off now and let me see your cunt.”
She quickly pulled her panties down and threw them onto the floor. Her mind was racing. She looked at him and saw a middle-aged man of less than average looks but at the same time, something unexpected had happened to her. She was turned on. She leaned backwards on the edge of the bed, and pulled her legs up so he could see her. He knelt down in front of the bed and pushed one finger inside her. He could feel stickiness, warmth and wetness. He moved his finger around a little, then slowly added another. She twisted and squirmed and he could hear a little moan. “You little whore”, he whispered. “Just can’t get enough, can you? Your pussy is still sticky with cum and you want it again, do you? You fucking little whore.” With that, he pulled his hand out of her and slapped her face. She screamed out in surprise. His hand now found her throat and pushed her into the soft cover of her bed. His other hand was working on his fly. “You nasty little slut. I think you really wouldn’t mind all that much if I told your dad. You’d probably let him fuck you, too, right?” He grabbed her legs, moved her around on the bed, and the next moment, he was on top of her, forcing his cock inside her. “What do you think he would say if he knew, huh?” He held her legs up high and plunged into her as hard and deep as he could. “Your cunt feels so good. No wonder guys pay to fuck you. But I’ll never pay, understand me? You’ll let me fuck that hole whenever the hell I want. Got that?” Both his hands were pushing down on her chest, squeezing her breasts, while his cock hit her cervix. She yelled in surprise and pain. He slapped her again. “I asked if you understood, you dumb whore. Did you hear what I said?” “Yes”, she whimpered, while he kept drilling his cock inside her. “You-fucking-nasty-whore”. He seemed to go deeper with every word, his hands now back to squeezing her tits, and much to her shame, she could feel the waves of an intense climax building up. Oh dear god, no, she thought. She’d never even cum with the guys who paid her, and now she’d cum with this asshole? She could feel his sweat dripping on her, another slap across her face, now his hand on her throat… and then she screamed out as an intense orgasm washed over her.
Her screams and the throbbing of her pussy around his cock made him cum almost immediately. He pulled out and shot it all over her hot little body. Her neck, her tits, her flat tummy. He collapsed on top of her, but only for a moment, before he got up, looked at her and said “clean yourself up, you whore.”
The next few months, they reached an agreement. He would either come to their house when she was alone, or take her to a cheap motel a few miles out of town.
Today was a motel day. And she was waiting for him. He had dropped her off and then had left again to “get a few things”. She wasn’t sure what he had in store for her. Obviously he was trying to make up for lost time by trying every possible sexual scenario he could think of. As he often reminded her, she had become his private little whore. And strangely, she liked it. She never told him – but the screaming orgasms probably gave her secret away. The worse he treated her, the harder she came. Once or twice, he’d handed her money but not as payment but as a reminder that she really, truly, was his whore. That day she had cum extra hard.
Another time, she let him watch her with another man. He nearly fucked her into unconsciousness after that.
He had requested her to wear a specific dress. It barely covered her ass and was low cut. She called it her slut dress. It worked well for what it was supposed to do – getting attention, and getting cocks hard. Sometimes she wore it just for fun but usually she dressed more modestly on her “days off”. Her dark hair was in a ponytail, as usual. He hadn’t made any requests about underwear, he didn’t seem to care much about that, though he seemed to prefer plain cotton panties over the more fancy stuff. She was fine with that.
The door opened and he walked in with a small shopping bag which he put on the nightstand beside the bed. “Stand up”, he ordered, and she obliged. He took her body in for a few seconds, the way he always did. She had learned one thing about him very quickly. Unlike most of the other guys who did their best to ignore the fact that she screwed many others, he liked to talk about it, ask her lots of questions and then use the answers to degrade and humiliate her. That seemed to turn him on the most. And much to her dismay, it did the same for her.
He grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. His other hand had slid under her dress and groped her ass. “You look exactly like what you are”, he whispered close to her ear. “A cheap little whore.” His hand wandered behind her to firmly grip her ponytail. He pulled her head back. She was much smaller than him so she had to look up at him. Her eyes watered from the pain of him pulling her hair. “What’s the going rate for a blow job this week?” “20″, she whimpered weakly. The lower the number, the harder he got. She knew that much. Unfortunately, as always, she could already feel her pussy getting wet. “Get down on your knees and suck me!” he demanded, at the same time pushing her down. She undid his fly, pulled his cock out and started sucking it with all the enthusiasm she could muster – which was a lot. She loved cocks. The way they felt in her mouth. The little moans she heard when she did a really good job. Hands in her hair, pushing her to suck harder. Take it in deeper. “That’s my sweet little cocksucker”, he whispered, while his hand held her hair in a firm grip. “Take it in deeper, yes that’s it. Suck that cock, you little whore.” She reached under her dress and inside her panties to finger her pussy but as soon as she tried, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and her on her feet. “I don’t think I told you you were allowed to finger that pussy. You’re not going to get to cum today, you little slut. You think this is about you getting off? Hell no. You’ve been having way too much fun, this is not what this is supposed to be like.” He turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. “Hold still”. She felt her panties being dulled down and her dress pulled up. The next moment, his hand hit her ass with a loud smack. “Ouch!” she yelled and looked around at him angrily. He laughed. “I don’t think you got spanked enough as a little girl, and look what that got you. You turned into a cheap whore.” Another hard smack. “Fuck you!” she screamed. “No, fuck YOU, whore.” Smack. Her ass started to feel hot and sore. Smack. “And stop that yelling, or I’ll get my belt out. You don’t want the belt, do you?” Smack. She bit into the pillow to stop herself from screaming. “Maybe that’s what your dad should have done more often. Give you the belt, instead of spoiling you the way he did.” Smack. “You goddamn little brat.” He was breathing heavily and now she could feel his hands pull her cheeks apart. “Remember what I said. You’re not cumming today. If you do, I’ll beat the living shit out of you.” He sank his cock inside her dripping wet pussy and she could instantly feel her muscles clench around him. His hand was back in her hair, pulling her head back, so her back was arched. She could feel him drilling into her, hard and rough. “Oh my god” she whimpered. How could she not cum? She tried to think of all the things she hated about him but it seemed like the very fact that she let a guy like HIM fuck her and treat her the way he did, turned her on. Already her pussy started to throb. She reached down to finger her clit and was punished with a hard slap on her ass. “Stop that, you horny little bitch.” He pulled his cock out of her and she moaned in frustration. Back in it went, but slowly this time. “I’m just going to fuck that hole a little bit… just long enough”. Long enough for what?? she wondered. He pulled out again and turned her around on her back. She looked at him with wild eyes. He laughed. “Oh look at you. You really want to cum, don’t you? That’s too bad.” He reached into her dress and pulled it down. A pretty pink lace bra with embroidered flowers covered her breasts. He admired the view for a moment, then he roughly pulled the bra down to expose her breasts. They were still restricted by the bra so they stood up firmly. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. “Look at you”, he said again, hoarsely. “This is how I like you best. We should probably take a picture for your daddy.” And much to her horror, he reached for his cellphone and snapped a picture of her. Her dress around her waist, her pussy wet and exposed, her bra pulled down, her nipples hard and pink. She turned her face away and could actually feel tears in her eyes. “You can tell him that this picture was taken two minutes before your ass got fucked for the first time.”
“Now, take that cock into your mouth and lube it up, because I’m not sure you deserve me putting lube on it before I fuck your ass”. She looked at him in shock. “Oh please no!” she whispered. “I’ll do everything else but please don’t do that.” “of course I will”, he said. “I’m getting tired of fucking the hole every man in town has fucked. How many last week, Sam? How many??” “Just three”, she sobbed. “What was the most you ever did in one day?” He was hovering over her, with his cock stroking her cheeks and gliding over her lips. “I don’t want to say.” “Oh really. I don’t think you’re ready for the consequences of not telling me what I want to hear. How many? Sweetie, we already know you’re a whore, now the only question is, how much of a whore?” “Four”, she said, with tears now running over her cheek. “How did that happen?” He held her down firmly. “It – it just worked out very well. One of the guys had rented a room and he said it was ok if I stayed as long as I liked… so I made a few calls and told the guys that I was free and had a place.” “And they all came in your pussy?” “Yes they did.” “Did you cum?” “No.” “Liar.” He slapped her across the face. “I don’t believe that. We both know you cum all the time.” She pressed her lips together. Did she want him to know that she only came with him? Fuck, no. “I did”, she hissed. “I came 20 times that day, with four different cocks in my cunt.” She looked at him fiercely. His cock looked like it was about to explode. “Oooh you damned whore”, he spat at her. Another slap across the face. “And that’s exactly why I don’t want that dirty pussy today. No one wants what everyone has, didn’t anyone ever tell you that? You’re only 17 but your pussy is used up like that of a 50year old street hooker. How much longer do you think you’re going to be tight and firm the way you are now?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She howled. Slap. “Shut the fuck up!”
“Now-” he threw her back onto the bed. “Suck my cock. Lube it up good. Then maybe I’ll be nice and put some lube on it before I fuck your ass.” He knelt over her chest and looked down at her sternly. She lifted her head slightly and took him into her mouth. With her usual enthusiasm, she began to lick and suck him. He actually had a very attractive cock – thick and straight, exactly how she liked them. She realized that if she got him to cum, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her ass this time – and then she simply would refuse to see him again. She’d been an idiot for going along with his little blackmail game. That much she knew by now.
However, as she kept sucking his cock, licking his shaft up and down, kissing and nibbling the sensitive head, while his hands roughly kneaded both of her breasts, she finally had to admit to herself that at least for the last few weeks, she hadn’t been seeing him because she was afraid he’d tell her parents. He was the first guy since John who could make her cum. Some sick part of her loved the way he treated her. The degradation, the humiliation, the rough sex without any consideration for her feelings, or for what she might want. She knew he looked at her and all he saw was a pair of pretty tits and two holes to put his cock in. He had completely dehumanized her, and she loved it. The moment he said “on your knees slut” and opened his pants, she could feel warm wetness between her legs. She knew, and he knew, that she wasn’t here now because he blackmailed her. She was here because she wanted to be here. Forcefully fucked, and only existing for his pleasure and release. Her own climax was a by-product.
“I know you can do better than that, you little bitch”, he hissed, and slapped her tits so hard it made her eyes water again. “Come on, show me what a great cocksucker you are. Is that all?” Another hard slap. Her nipples hardened, and her clit was aching to be touched. She screamed in frustration, but he only shoved his cock deep in her mouth. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told!” She arched her back and took him in as deep as she could until he hit the back of her throat. His fingers tweaked her nipples, painfully. Then, another slap. “You fucking useless cunt!” He pulled out of her mouth, and pushed her away from him. She looked at his erect cock – he looked like he was about to burst – and wished for nothing more than to feel him in her pussy. Her hands reached down to feel her wetness and to find her swollen clit, but he had got something out of the bag on the nightstand, and lifted her hands over her head. “Hold still!” She could feel him slip handcuffs over her wrists. “I’ll help you keep your hands off that horny little pussy of yours.” He was breathing heavily. “Now turn around!” She did as she was told and found herself on her stomach. Her wrists handcuffed together over her head. She lifted her head and saw that he now pulled a piece of rope through the handcuffs, and tied the rope to the headboard of the bed. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out baby”, he said. “You won’t be able to walk right for a week. And nothing you can do about it, right?” Next he put a blindfold over her eyes. “Now lift your ass for me, baby. And don’t make a sound or I’ll gag you and beat the crap out of you. Do you understand? Be quiet, and do what I say, and it will be over soon. Got that?” She nodded, desperately.
He seemed to kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks. “What a sweet little ass that is”, he said admiringly. “And no one ever had it, right? It’s going to be mine, and mine only.” She could feel him stroking the outside of her asshole, and then slowly pushing a finger an inch or two in. “Ouch, ouch”, she whimpered and tried to pull away from him. He laughed. “Come on now. That was just a finger. Don’t be ridiculous.” He kept pushing in a little deeper, and she howled. He punished her by pushing his finger all the way inside her. “Oh my god”, he said. “That’s tight. Pretty sure you haven’t lied to me about never having done this before. But you better be quiet now or this will be very unpleasant. Got it?” She nodded, sobbing. His other hand reached for her pussy and she wished she wasn’t so embarrassingly wet. She could feel his fingers part her lips, giving her clit a quick, casual little stroke – it seemed to set her on fire – then his cock was inside her again. Instantly her muscles clenched around him. She could feel him move in and out with long, slow strokes. “Just getting my cock wet for your ass”, he whispered. “I don’t think we’ll need any extra lube, that hole is soaking wet.” Again, she heard him reach for the bag, then the sound of a package being ripped open and casually thrown to the floor. A soft buzzing sound and next thing she knew, she could feel an intense vibration on her clit while he kept fucking her. “Get that pussy wet and juicy”, he said. “But don’t forget – you cum, you’ll pay for it.” She threw her head back and moaned in frustration. He put a hand on the small of her back while the other held the small vibrator he had bought to her clit. “I’m gonna cum!” she cried out. “No you fucking won’t!” he yelled at her and slapped her hard across her back. His cock slipped out of her, but the vibe was still buzzing on her clit.
She could feel him reaching for her ass again. “Oh no please”, she cried, and tried to get away both from his hands and the vibrator. “If you don’t shut up now, I’ll stick the vibe in your pussy while I fuck your ass, and I don’t think you’d like that, so better be quiet now. It’s about time you learn how to take it in the ass, you can probably charge a hundred bucks for that.” She bit into the pillow, while she could feel him spread her cheeks again, and then the hot tip of his cock on her asshole. One hand found her pussy and rubbed it, roughly, and then she could feel him smear her juicy wetness all over her tight asshole. “It’s probably easier for you if you try to relax, but I don’t care, I’ll fuck your whore ass no matter what”, he informed her matter-of-factly. And then she could feel the tip of his cock push past the barrier, and inside her ass. It burned like fire inside her and she thought, wildly “he’s fucking my ass! He’s really fucking my ass!” She wasn’t sure if it was the thought or the actual sensation that turned her on, but she knew that if he put the vibe back on her clit, she would cum. He went a little deeper with every stroke. “Fuck. This feels so good. Your ass is so damned tight.” He held on to her hips. “Now you’re really my little whore.” She pushed back against him. He laughed. His fingers dug deeply into her soft flesh as he started to move faster and faster. The pain was almost tearing her apart, but she loved every second of it, and kept pushing against him. With a long drawn out scream he shot his cum inside her. She collapsed on the bed and thought that if he pulled it out, she was surely going to die.
She could hear him get up and go to the small bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back, he said, with an amused voice: “Look at you. You got cum dripping out of your ass. I think that’s another good picture right here.”