I don't like the attitude. I start to tell him to fuck off and he waves his cell phone in front of my face.
"One button, Brianna, and it's all over." He looks me in the eye, no longer the least bit intimidated by me. "Now take off your clothes. I have a present for you."
He walks over to his dresser and begins searching through the top drawer with his back turned to me. I think about grabbing Black Widow and conking him over the head. I could knock the little twerp out and take his phone. Nah, the nerd probably has backups.
I sigh and take off my shoes, stripping my jeans and panties the rest of the way off. I smell like latex after being fucked by him. I still feel a little stretched out by his big cock and as much as I hate him, I want more. I want to cum. I pull my sweatshirt off, but leave my crimson chemise on to let him enjoy the way it looks hanging over my huge tits with the lacy hem tickling my naked bottom half.
"I went on a little shopping trip," he begins and stops as he turns around and sees me. "Oh, I see you have too. Very sexy, Brianna. Trying to impress me?"
"I thought you'd like it," I admit.
"You thought right." He approaches me and raises something held in both hands. For a moment it looks like a necklace and then my eyes widen a little as I recognize it. "I want you to wear this, always."
"It's a dog collar," I say flatly as I glare at the black leather collar with the silver studs.
"Yes it is. For a bitch. And you are going to be my bitch as long as I have those photos." He puts it around my neck and fastens it tightly. "Is that comfortable?"
"Not really."
That makes him chuckle.
"Now, let me admire this lovely outfit, you little cocktease." He strokes and caresses my breasts, raising my pale mounds until they are almost bursting from the neck of the chemise. "Oh my, these seem to have grown. Is that possible?"
"They're bigger," I mutter.
"Grumpy, grumpy." He slides his hands under the chemise, stroking up my flat tummy to the bra and then driving his fingers beneath it. It pinches me and I wince. Isaac doesn't care. His hands invade the cups and he roughly squeezes my bare flesh. His fingers find my nipples and he pinches and twists them until I'm gasping. "You know, you're especially hot when you're in pain. Be careful, or you're going to give me ideas."
I force myself to stop moaning at the rough handling, which only prompts another chuckle. He leans in and kisses me. His thin lips press hard against my soft lips. I resist him for a moment, but the power of my own desire it so strong that I yield to him. His tongue slides against mine. I moan as I feel my lust growing by the moment.
"That's enough," he says and takes a step back. "I'm ready to fuck you again."
What a Casanova with the foreplay. I look down and see he is right, his cock is fully engorged and leaking traces of his first load. I reach for my jeans on the floor and fish out another condom. It's my last one.
"Put it on me," he says. "With your mouth."
I get down on my knees and open the condom. I place the tip on the head of his cock and I press my lips against him. I look up, feeling the lust welling in my body as I stop fighting it and open my mouth. I should be disgusted by the idea of sucking cock, but I don't mind it at all. In fact, it's a big turn on for me now. Would it have been before I turned into a girl? I don't know.
I stare at him, watching the pleasure on his face as I press the condom with my lips and unroll the latex over his bulging his head and down his shaft. Inch by inch, his wrapped-cock fills my mouth. It presses down on my tongue and pushes to the back of my throat.
My eyes water as I force myself to take more. My throat opens and I take him, fighting the urge to gag, unrolling his cock all the way until his pubic hairs are tickling my nostrils. I feel his balls against my lower lip and I pull back.
"Oh very good," he moans. "Some time you'll have to show me that talent when you're just sucking my cock. Because you like sucking cock, don't you?"
Eyes watering, still gasping a little for air as I pull off his cock, I nod my head.
"That's a good bitch. Now take off that sexy little outfit and lie back on my bed. I am going to fuck you like a man."
I take off the chemise as he watches. His eyes are ravenous and I flush as I unbuckle the bra and let it fall from my oversized breasts. He laughs at them. I feel ridiculous and cover them up, but he pulls my arms away and kisses me. There is no resistance this time. He presses against me, pushing me back to his bed as his tongue fences with mine in the hot space between our lips.
Isaac guides me onto my back and spreads my thighs. He kneels between them and saws the underside of his cock against my velvet groove. I gasp at the feeling of his cock rubbing against my clit and sensitive lips. I writhe beneath him, grabbing my jiggling breasts and squeezing my fingers into the soft mounds.
"That's it," he laughs. "You really want it again, don't you?"
"Yesssss," I hiss and there is no condescending to him. I need that cock inside me. I lift my head and look at him and moan, "Fuck me, Isaac."
He thrusts into me, shaking my tits and nearly driving my head into the cheap headboard of his bed. The he holds my legs and pounds his cock into me, from zero to sixty, hammering into my pussy and making me wail with pleasure. He quickly slaps a stereo and starts playing some shitty dubstep music to cover the sounds of us fucking.
I want Isaac to make me cum. I need to cum. But he needs to cum more. He falls atop me, overpowering me with a kiss and driving into me in short, furious strokes. It's over the second time even quicker than the first. I feel his cock twitching inside me and he whines into our kiss. I know he is pumping his cum into that condom.
He's almost crying as his strokes slow. His cock begins to shrivel almost right away and when he pulls back the cum-filled tip of the condom is hanging off his cock like a little bindle.
"Your pussy is too tight," he says. "You...I'm not good at this."
"It's alright," I say, kissing him. "Remember, I'm your bitch. I will be there to fuck you until, you know, you’re good at it."
He nods, fighting back his emotion.
"There's something else you have to do tonight."
"What's that?" I ask, and reach for his cock.
He pushes my hand away and snaps the rubber off, discarding it with the other.
"I wanted a limousine for homecoming tomorrow night. But I don’t have the money. So, uh, I convinced my dad to let me use his credit card." He looks away from me. "But he had one condition."
"What's that?"
"You're not going to like it," he warns.
He's right about that.
I take a deep breath as I approach Mr. Shmecklinger's office. My stomach is twisted up in knots. Being blackmailed by Isaac was one thing, but now I am going to fuck his dad? It's disgusting and horrifying. I want to run screaming. Instead, I pad down the carpeted hall and press my body against the door frame. The room is dark, but faint blue light is spilling out. I can hear the whir of a computer and a woman softly moaning. Ew. He's watching porn. My heart is flipping and flopping in my chest.
Reluctantly, I rap my knuckles against the door. I hear a quick mouse-clicking as Mr. Schmecklinger closes the video he is watching.
"Who is it?" he asks, a nervous warble in his voice.
"Um, it's Brianna," I say. "Your son, Isaac, told me--"
The door opens and Mr. Shmecklinger pulls me into the darkened room. He closes the door quickly behind him and I hear the snap of the lock. I had an impression of him as a big man with a face resembling Isaac's, but now I see him up close in all his middle-aged grossness. He has big, watery eyes and thick glasses. His lips are almost as big as mine and all wet, like he has been licking them.
But worst, even worse than his pock-marked complexion, is his big belly. Ugh. His shirt doesn't even fit over it and his belly is hanging out at the bottom. Underneath that pale roundness is the tented front of his sweatpants.
"I know what Isaac told you," he practically pants. "I ju
st didn't figure you'd actually show up. You're a hot number. How'd Isaac land you?"
"Um, guess he's just, uh charming," I say with a shrug. I can't even look at this guy. The way he is staring at me like a piece of dangling meat is make me feel ill. I just blurt it out, "What did you want me to do, Mr. Shmecklinger?"
"Oh, all sorts of things. But to begin with, come over here. Let me see you."
He grunts as he plops down onto his computer chair and swivels to face me. He bends the neck of the lamp on his desk and he disappears into silhouette as the bright light shines in my face.
"Take off your clothes. Slowly. Let me see you."
Caught in the burning light of the lamp, I have no choice but to begin stripping off my clothes for Isaac's gross father. I take off my shoes and unbutton my jeans.
"Slow," he insists. "We've got all night, sweetie."
My guts knot up all over again at the thought of spending the whole night with Isaac's dad. I force myself to slow down, bringing down my zipper and revealing my tucked chemise and the pale pink of my panties. I hear a groan from the shadow behind the light and continue, sliding my jeans down from my hips and slowly turning as I peel them from my shapely bottom.
"Niiiice," I hear him laugh. "What is that, lingerie?"
"Yes," I admit as I step out of my jeans. "Do you want to see?"
"Of course."
I pull off my sweatshirt and reveal the shimmery red of the chemise and my bursting breasts straining beneath it. I didn't bother to put my bra back on, so my hard nipples are ridiculously obvious. I toss aside my sweatshirt and instinctively cover my breasts with one arm.
"Move the arm," he insists.
I lower my arm and my breasts jiggle and shift the chemise like the cloth on a wobbly table. I can't see Mr. Shmecklinger's face, but I hear his soft groan of excitement and I can imagine Isaac's reaction to seeing my tits heaving beneath this chemise just an hour earlier.
"That's real sexy," he says. "Why don't you come over here and let me have a feel."
I start to take a step towards him and he barks, "Stop!"
I draw up short, wondering what I have done wrong.
"That collar around your neck looks a little like a dog's collar. So why don't you get down on your hands and knees. Mmmm, yeah, crawl over here like a puppy."
The carpet is soft and shaggy beneath my knees and hands. I look down at it as I crawl towards Isaac's father, aware that gravity is testing the limits of my chemise. The hem slides up from my waist, exposing the pink heart of my panty-covered bottom as I crawl towards him. I pass the light and look up, finally seeing detail and noticing something that makes my guts clench up all over again.
Mr. Shmecklinger has a video camera on his shoulder. Not a camcorder, but like a borderline professional HD video camera. His home movies must look amazing, I muse, and then realize that tonight I must be the home movie.
"Don't mind the camera," he says. "Just doing a little POV filming for future enjoyment."
He reaches down and pets my head.
"Now, put your hands up on daddy's knees and let me see those beauties."
I shudder at the disgusting way he talks, but I know I have to go along with whatever he says to ensure Isaac gets his limousine and I finally get my pictures back.
"Oh, yeah, look at those," chuckles Isaac's father.
He reaches down one-handed and begins to squeeze and knead my breasts through the chemise. He presses the fabric into my cleavage and pulls it taut over my nipples. He pinches me through the shimmering satin and I let out little moans.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? How about this?" He drags the straps off my shoulders and yanks the chemise down my body. It falls from my breasts and his fat fingers are immediately exploring the warm terrain of my tits. He lifts my breasts and tugs my nipples like he is trying to milk them. His hand leaves me for a moment and he licks his fingers, wetting them to torture my nipples with his cooling spit.
The worst part of the way he touches me is that I feel it between my legs. Despite my revulsion towards Isaac's father, I am responding to his touch. He finally withdraws his hand and pulls the band of his sweats from beneath his belly. Down and over his hard cock. It sticks up from his lap like the barrel of a fleshy, red pistol with his balls squeezed between his flabby thighs.
"Look at that," he muses, stroking himself. "Are you a good girl? Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?"
"Yes," I murmur.
"Louder. And call me daddy."
"Yes, daddy," I reply, forcing myself to look up and into the camera's black lens.
"Then suck it," he commands. "Be a good girl and suck daddy's big dick."
Believe me, this is not how I imagined spending my Thursday night. I swallow my pride, and maybe a little bit of hurl, and lean over his lap. My tits drag against his knees and up his thighs as I reach a hand around his fat, stubby cock. He has a thick nest of dark pubic hair and a sour smell that gives me pause. His hand falls on my head again and he pushes my face down on his cock. It brushes my lips. His offensive scent invades my nostrils.
I open my mouth. I lick him. I lick all over his bulging, red cockhead. I stroke him and lick him and I look up, over his fat belly, and into the camera. I know what you're thinking. That it's gross. That I'm a disgusting slut. Believe me, I feel like it as I press my full lips against that fleshy apple, straining for my mouth, and I open up to him and tighten my lips around him. I let my spit soak down his shaft and I stroke him into my mouth.
"Suck it," he groans above me.
Some part of me is rebelling in horror at what I am doing. Another part of me is there, in that moment, his hand pushing and pulling on my hair as I bob my mouth on his hard cock. That part of me is getting wet all over again slurp on his fat cock. That part of me loves it when he tells me, "Suck daddy's big dick. Suck it like a good girl."
I don't even hesitate when he starts groaning and thrusting his cock between my lips. I let him fuck into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks around him and flick my tongue against the salty flow of his precum.
"Suck it out, baby. Suck out that big load of cum for daddy."
"Mmmmmmmm," I whine, bobbing and slurping on him. I am committed, fully, to pleasuring his hard cock. My tits bounces against his thigh. My drool spills down my chin as I suck his thick cock. His legs tense beneath me. His head falls back and I feel his cock throb between my lips.
His cock is against the back of my throat when it spurts. Hot liquid pumps against my tonsils and bathes my tongue in the thick, salty goo of his balls. My bobby slows and I concentrate on sucking hard to draw out every drop. I look up at the camera as he moans and shoots his load between my lips. I let his nasty spunk fill my mouth until it is slowly oozing down his shaft like melted drips of wax.
"Show it to me," he wheezes. "Show me all that hot cum you sucked out of daddy."
I lift my mouth from his cock, jutting out my chin to keep all his cum from spilling out from my lips. I look into the camera and open wide, showing him the milky deposit of his thick spunk filling my mouth and covering my teenage tongue.
"Verrrry nice. Now swallow it all for daddy."
I tilt my head back a little more, force myself to relax my throat muscles, and roll my eyes back as the gelatinous mouthful slides down my throat. It tastes awful. A bitter, saltiness that lingers on my tongue. But Mr. Shmecklinger loves my display.
"Oh yes, that's a good girl. Now, let's see those tits. Come on up. Put them in my face."
My hopes that Isaac's vile father would be satisfied with a blowjob are almost immediately dashed as he sets aside his camera and pulls me up and into his lap. His sticky cock rests beneath my thigh as he mauls my tits with both hands and loudly sucks at my hard nipples. Once he's given a thorough licking and sucking to my swollen tits, he pulls me down to his fishy lips and smothers me in his kiss. His lips pry mine open and his thick tongue invades my mouth. As he forces his sloppy kiss on me, his hands roam over my body, pulling my panties d
own and smacking his hands against my ass.
"Are you wet?" he asks, between disgusting kisses.
"Yes," I admit.
"Good," he pants, "because daddy has got to have a taste of that teenage pussy."
He sprawls me on the dodgy carpet, tearing my panties the rest of the way down my thighs and inhaling my scent from the fabric. A moment later he dives on my pussy, pushing my thighs wide and burying his face between them. His tongue is everywhere, pushing into me one moment and then lapping at my clit the next. He slurps loudly at my cunt and sucks my delicate lips into his mouth.
It's nasty, it's messy, it's amazing. This disgust, fat old man shows me he knows how to eat pussy. I squirm and buck beneath him. My feet bounce in the air and my toes curl as Mr. Shmecklinger makes me cum hard on his tongue.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck!" I cry, thrusting my pussy against his tongue. "I'm cumming!"
"Mmmmmmmppphhhhhmmmmm!" he agrees and sucks at my clit.
My trembling tunnel clutches at his fingers. I thrust my clit against his tongue as waves of pleasure break over my body. He leaves me a wet, panting, sweaty mess of ecstasy as I slump back onto the ratty rug.
As my breathing returns to normal, a great weight presses between my thighs. Mr. Shmecklinger climbs atop me and I feel his throbbing hardness against my thigh.
"No," I moan. "You need to, ah, put on a condom."
He smothers my objections with another slippery kiss flavored by my pussy juices. His tongue invades my mouth, quiets my fearful cries as his flabby body presses me down into the carpet. His hardness is at my entrance, opening me. My eyes go wide as he thrusts and fills me with his fat cock. It may not be long, but it is thick and I feel it stretching my tight pussy, driven as deep as it can go by the overbearing weight of his body.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" he gasps into our kiss. "You're so fucking tight. I can't wait to bust a load in that pussy."
"Nnnnoooo!" I cry and struggle to push him off of me. It's useless. He almost effortlessly holds me pinned to the floor by one shoulder. His other hand roughly squeezes my breast as his hairy hog body thrusts atop me, working his fat cock in and out of my tender cunt. My channel stretches around him, my slickness undeniable as hit hot, bareback cock thrusts into me.
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