"He nodded. I chased the pack of little bastards out last night. Only I forgot to look in the bedrooms." His eyes watched me intently as I attempted to get out of bed. He saw me wince as I moved.
"In a little pain, eh? What were you, the party fuck?" He laughed.
I turned a deep red and glared at him. But as I tried to get out of the bed he suddenly reached over and pushed me back on the mattress. "Answer me, honey. I'm not used to being ignored."
His hand was hurting me. He was deliberately attempting to humiliate me. A strange flow of emotions shot through me. "That hurts," I protested softly.
He nodded, but didn't let go. "Well? Were you? Were you the party fuck?"
It was my turn to nod. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes." I felt his hand let up on my shoulder. A crazy excitement was increasing my wakefulness. I stared up at the graying man, meeting his hot eyes fully. "I liked it," I heard myself adding. "It felt good."
His hand slipped down to my breast. His fingers began to tease a nipple. "Did you? Did you really? Little whore. Beautiful little whore…" His voice was hypnotic as he leaned over me, seating himself on the edge of the bed. Then his mouth was closing over the other nipple.
"Ooh…" I arched my back, thrusting my tit further into his mouth. I looked down at his gray head, thought of my father and I was glad I told my mother I'd be at a friend's for the night. Immediately I forgot everything except being here with this man. I squirmed a little under him, and his teeth bit down lightly on my hardening bud.
He pulled away finally and stared at me. "Spread those legs. What's your name, by the way?"
"Fran." I parted my legs as he told me to. I couldn't explain the fascination I felt. The brown curls of my cunt were pried apart, revealing the soft, wet pink folds of my hidden flesh.
"Fran. Good. And you can call me Mr. H." He laughed and reached down. He found my clitoris easily, and as I gasped he squeezed the sensitive little knot of flesh hard. A thrill shot through me. Then he snaked a finger up my juicing hole. "Tight, especially for a little whore…" He moved the finger roughly.
I moaned and closed my legs around his probing hand. I felt as ripe as I had the night before, as primed by his finger as I had been from all those cocks. Mr. H. was a big man, physically as well as socially, and he was used to giving orders and having them obeyed. I felt like I had no choice but to obey him, and I was loving the sensation of being totally in his power.
"Little whore, little whore," he moaned as he drove his finger in and out of me.
I looked down at his pants. They were bulging at the crotch. I wanted to touch him, work him up as he was working me up.
His eyes followed mine to his crotch. "Take it out, Fran. Take my prick out nice, girl."
I unzipped him carefully as he continued to play with my pussy. My hand was shaking as I reached inside and gently pulled his long, fat cock out of his pants. It was hard, and it throbbed steadily as I held it.
"That's nice, honey." He began playing with one of my tits while his other hand eased further into my hole. "Now kiss it for me, baby."
No one had ever asked me to do that before, and the thought of it was faintly repulsive; I was on the verge of refusing when the hand on my breast tightened, as if he sensed my reluctance.
I pulled back a little and stared at the big rod in my fist. It was thickly veined and a deeper color than the rest of the man. Graying brown hairs as wiry as steel wool ringed the big tool, and a pair of massive balls swung loosely in their low sac. It seemed somehow dirty to consider kissing that length of throbbing flesh, like a degrading, humiliating act to perform for anyone, especially a stranger like this man. Yet, for some odd reason I didn't understand, just the thought of doing as he ordered made me tremble with desire, even while the act itself turned me off. So I didn't try to understand.
Fortunately, he didn't leave the decision to me. "I told you to kiss my cock, honey. Now!"
And when I didn't obey quickly enough, his strong fingers tightened on my tensed nipple. I groaned in pain, but again the pain wasn't without its partner, pleasure.
Mr. H. brought the head of his cock up close to my parted lips. Meekly I touched it in a soft kiss, which seemed to amuse the man.
"You kiss like a baby. A little whore ought to be able to do better than that." His exploring fingers moved out of my vagina and went lower, deftly moving into the cleft of my rounded ass. He hesitated over my tiny rectum, and I felt sure that if I didn't start kissing his dick the way he wanted it kissed, I'd end up with a finger cruelly rammed up my tender ass.
I pressed my mouth against his cock once more, only this time I kissed it as if I really wanted to. The heat of his dick was nice, though, and so was the way it pulsed against my lips.
"Take the head into your mouth, Fran. Suck it into that hot whore mouth of yours, baby. Or do you just suck little boy's cocks, like my nephew and his friends?"
His mocking voice was very sexy to me. It occurred to me that I'd heard something like it before, a long time ago. Maybe on one of those nights when my mother didn't want what my father was determined to give her.
"Start sucking, honey. Take that big prick into your mouth." He began feeding it to me, pressing the pointed head against my opening lips.
I could suddenly see myself on that bed, my mouth opening to take in Mr. H.'s big dick. I felt my face turn a deep red as the thick prick pushed past my lips and down my throat. I was actually doing it! I was actually sucking cock!
In place of the repulsion I was suddenly feeling still more pleasure. He was using my mouth as a cunt, as another wet, gaping hole to fill. He pushed into me until I was taking all of it, gagging, whimpering and feeling as if I might pass out on him. But I took all of it until I could actually feel his swollen balls against my chin.
While he rammed his dick down my throat, Mr. H. began to press into my small asshole. Instead of pain, though, the sensation was wonderful, and I arched my back, giving his finger free entry to my insides. He began to fingerfuck me hard there, and suddenly, between the torment in my mouth and the erotic finger in my ass, I began to come. It was like an unexpected flash flood, and I was caught up in the spasms almost before I realized what was happening. It was wonderful.
"You like it rough, don't you, honey? I've had girls like you before," he grunted, holding still while I finished my come. Then he pulled his hard dick from my mouth. "For the last ten years I've found it hard to get it up more than once in any session, even with a little doll like you, baby. So I've learned to make that one time damn good." With that he got up and began to undress.
I watched him as I rested on the bed after my lovely orgasm. I figured Mr. H. to be close to fifty, if not even older, yet his body was tight and strong. His hairy chest was broad, and salt-and-pepper furry. His dick had drooped a little now that it was out of my mouth, but it was still surprisingly thick.
At last he was naked. As if he had all the time in the world he wandered over to a big overstuffed chair across the room. He settled comfortably into it, then waved me over to him.
I got off the bed and came to him. His hot eyes watched me as I moved.
He stretched me over his lap so that my head was on one big arm of the chair, and my legs dangled over the other arm. Lazily he began to suck and nibble on each of my tits, going from one to the other. Then he began rubbing my belly and legs.
I was glowing all over in minutes. This was nothing like the night before when a series of cocks plunged blindly into my cunt. This was heaven. My titties burned from his mouth, and the rest of me was being stroked deliciously. Soon I was more than ready for a prick or two up my pussy.