I am filled with excitement and nervous energy and can’t stop moving because today I’m going to do it, I’m finally going to fuck the father of the boy I babysit
I am filled with excitement and nervous energy and can’t stop moving because today I’m going to do it, I’m finally going to fuck the father of the boy I babysit, I have it all worked out. Mr. West is over six foot tall and built like a rugby player, over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, he has short blond hair and blue eyes with a slightly intimidating and domineering attitude that sometimes scares me but more often than not makes me want to throw myself at his feet and beg for him to fuck the life out of me.
Mr. West or Bruce as he had told me to call him is married to a beautiful woman named Eleanor who must be at least ten years younger than him with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer figure. She has the stereotypical hourglass figure and tits that look to be D cups or larger and is very obviously a trophy wife, a beautiful young woman married to a rich, powerful man. They have the one son together and that son is the one I have to babysit every day of the week when he gets out of school as Bruce is usually at work and Eleanor is out somewhere, probably with girlfriends, at a salon or getting her rock off fucking a man that isn’t her husband.
Then there is me, Charlie, still in high school with long black hair and bright green eyes, I don’t want to hype myself up too much but I'd say I'm quite beautiful. My figure isn’t quite the same as Eleanor’s but I still have a tight waist, C cup boobs and personal favourite body part a bubble butt that gets me a lot of looks. I enjoy the attention I get from guys and even flirt back with them but usually stop before anything more serious can happen although sometimes I like to throw a guy a bone and let them finger me or eat me out and very rarely give them a blowjob or handjob but never letting them actually fuck me. I am saving that for Bruce.
I had noticed the way Bruce looked at me almost instantly, it was the same way that other guys and boys at school look at me and I liked it. I started flirting with him, I tried to keep it discreet and only did it when Eleanor wasn’t around, at least at first. I started to be more blatant and open with it after one night when he was giving me a lift home and he refused to kiss me when I tried to kiss him. I would accidentally drop something or find a reason to pick up something when he was in the room or I would brush my boobs against him or my hand across his crotch as I tried to get past him in one of their big homes hallways.
I took to not wearing a bra when I would babysit for them and purposefully brush my boobs against him or wear a tight top and purposefully play with my nipples before he got home so the first thing he would see is me opening the door with very obviously erect nipples. I even went as far as to not wear panties, the first few times I was too scared to do anything with it apart from feel a rush knowing that I was flirting with him while wearing no underwear. When I finally worked up the courage though I managed to finally do something, I was wearing white knee high socks, a tiny black miniskirt and white t shirt that must have been two sizes too small and no bra or panties.
I know the time that Bruce usually got home so in preparation I went to one of the big homes bathrooms and started watching porn, I wanted to be aroused and get wet then I would flash him in some way showing him that I am wet. I had only been watching porn for maybe five minutes when I heard Bruce’s car pull up outside. I had jumped up and rushed downstairs to meet him at the front door, I had pretended to trip and fell towards him knocking his keys from his hand and knocking them behind me with my feet while I fell into him crushing my boobs against his chest. I had apologise and turned around to pick up his keys, I let my tiny skirt ride up as I leant over exposing my bare ass to him, at the last second I made a decision and slightly parted my legs letting him see my still wet pussy and my own juices drying on my leg.
I was sure that my actions would get a reaction out of him whether it be shock or arousal but when I was standing and facing him again I saw him looking at me blank faced like a beautiful teenager hadn’t just blatantly flashed her wet young pussy at him. He had thanked me for collecting his keys and then calmly strolled to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. I was angry with him and wanted him to at least just acknowledge that I was trying to get him to fuck me even if he told me he wouldn’t. Strangely it turned me on and made me want him even more, I was so used to wrapping guys around my finger and knowing I could have them do what I wanted, maybe that is why it is bothering me so much, maybe that’s why today I’m going to such lengths.
I finish getting dressed and head off, I catch the bus to the West household and can’t help but smile to myself as the bus drivers eyes go first to my boobs and then after a moment my fare. My confidence grows as I watch some of the men on the bus watch me walk up the aisle with some of them being more discreet than others. I spend the bus journey listening to music on my headphones and thinking over my plan, I know what I’m going to do but I just have to hope that things go my way because I’m desperate now.
Distracting Bruce’s son isn’t hard and I don’t actually have to do anything except sit back as he runs off upstairs to his game room where he will be so absorbed by online gaming with his friends nothing else will matter or even register with him. I quickly hand write a note for Bruce and leave it on the table where he puts his keys when he walks through the door then I head upstairs and wait. I can barely hear Bruce’s car pull up with my heartbeat racing loudly in my ears, my nerves are through the roof as I hear the front door open and then close.
The note I had written wouldn’t take long for him to read as I had simply written ‘in the guest bedroom, need your help’ and signed it with my name. I had prepared by stripping myself naked and lying down on the guest rooms bed with one hand fondling my boobs and the other hand on my pussy with my legs spread wide putting myself on full display. My heart is racing so fast and I’m so aroused by what is about to happen that my entire body is hot and tingling, all I have to do is wait for Bruce to read the note and then come up to the bedroom and find me like this.
I smile as I hear footsteps ascending the stairs and then walk along the hallway, I slow down the actions with my hand on my pussy wanting my actions to look slow, teasing and erotic. The door opens and I look up to see Bruce in the doorway, he stands there for a moment looking at me with that blank expression like he isn’t interested in me but then he steps inside and closes the door. I wonder if this is it am I finally going to get what I want and have Bruce fuck me or is he going to turn me down, either way this is it, what all my flirting has lead to.
“What are you doing?” Bruce asks his deep voice low and possibly a little bit angry.
“I want you. To. Fuck. Me.” I tell him pausing between the last words to make a point and using only my stomach muscles to sit up so I don’t have to take my hands away from my body.
“Charlie... I...” Bruce cuts himself off the second time with a sigh and then sits down on the bed with his shoulders and head slumped.
Bruce looks like a broken man, I wonder if this is a result of my flirting, if I had been too obvious with it and Eleanor now thinks that Bruce is cheating on her with me and has confronted him. Of course he isn’t cheating on her with me but I think that maybe she didn’t believe him and now she was convinced that he was fucking me she was leaving him. I feel sorry for Bruce and don’t hesitate to move across the bed to him where I softly wrap him in my arms with all thoughts of sex gone, now all I want to do is comfort this man who looks so downtrodden.
“I’ve dreamt about hearing you say those words.” Bruce whispers with a shaky voice making me more sure that Eleanor thinks he is cheating with me.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment we first met but I stopped myself even with those brief touches and the little outfits, that time you flashed me with no panties on.” He cuts off with a groan of frustration.
“I was the faithful husband, no matter how much I wanted to bend you over and fuck you like a wild animal. But the whole time that bitch was cheating on me with whoever she could.” Bruce almost shouts the last sentence with his voice becoming a vicious growl.
I don’t know what I could say to comfort Bruce so instead I hold him closer and lean in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Bruce looks around at me when I take my lips away from his cheek and as I meet his eyes I can see that he is crying softly, seeing him look so vulnerable breaks my heart and I think that maybe my feelings are more than just pure lust. I don’t stop myself from leaning in and cautiously press my lips to his, I want the kiss to let him know that I’m here for him, that I can be a shoulder for him to cry on and a body to warm his bed.
I want the kiss to be tender and convey these new things I’m feeling and while it starts off that way it changes when Bruce groans against my lips and returns my hug. He makes the kiss rough and a little aggressive almost like he is angry with me and he pulls me hard against him crushing my small body against his massive muscular one almost painfully. The feeling of Bruce holding my naked body hard and tight against himself and kissing me in such a rough and seemingly desperate manner is intoxicating and the arousal I had been feeling not too long ago returns. That same arousal increases when he bites my lip, not hard enough to break the skin but painful enough to make me pull away with a gasp.
“I’ve decided that now I know that bitch was fucking around I’m not going to carry on with that faithful husband shit. Fuck her.” Bruce almost spits the curse looking so angry it almost scares me.
“With that in mind, still want me to fuck you?” He asks bluntly and for the first time I watch as his eyes travel over my body taking in my boobs with a hungry lick of his lips before his eyes finally come to rest on the little glimpse of the organ peeking out from between my legs.
To finally have Bruce looking at me like this with so much desire in his eyes renders me speechless and when I open my mouth to tell him that I do still want him to fuck me nothing comes out. I think for a moment that I’m going to blow my chance because my stupid voice doesn’t seem to want to work but then I remember I don’t need to talk to let him know what I want. I nod my head and without thinking bite my lip, I must bite a little too hard because the feeling of pain ripples out from my lip and mixes with my arousal causing me to shiver and almost let out a moan.
“Good. I don’t think I could control myself with you like this.” Bruce almost growls as he quickly leans towards me and kisses me again.
The kiss is rough and the excitement I have been feeling is met with a feeling of nervousness and fear because if he is this rough just kissing me what will he be like when we’re fucking. I question myself on whether or not I think that he will be gentle with me if I tell him that I’ve never had anything bigger than a pair of fingers inside me or if he won’t care and fuck me rough and hard. I start to tell him that I’m a virgin and he needs to be gentle with me but before I can speak he pushes me onto my back on the bed and starts kissing me again. The feeling of his weight on top of my naked body, the way his lips and tongue explore my own and the way his smell overpowers all others has me so turned on that I push my hips up against him hard and start slowly grinding against his clothes.
I wriggle my body down a little bit underneath him until I feel his hard length through his trousers and start to grind my clit against it. He let’s me grind against him for a moment as he moves his hands and raises his body up off me a little bit so he can use one of his hands to reach between us where he grabs my one boob and starts maul it. His hand is rough and hard and his actions aren’t gentle which make it hurt just a bit, but as I’m just starting to find out that little bit of pain makes me even more aroused which in turn makes me grind myself harder and faster against his still clothed cock. I desperately want him to free his length and bury it inside me and he must feel the same way because he breaks away from our kiss and with a little pinch on both of my nipples, sending shocks from my nipples to my clit and making me moan, he climbs off of me and stands beside the bed.
I lean onto my side and watch as he quickly pulls his T shirt up and over his head revealing his sculpted muscular chest before practically tearing off his jeans, underwear and socks. His cock had felt big within his clothes but seeing it reveals just how big it really is and it must be at least eight inch long and thick, I know that he could be as gentle as he wanted but that hard flesh is still going to hurt and tear me apart. I can’t take my eyes off of it and I stare it in a mix of intense desire and a bit of fear, I’ve wanted this for so long and I still do but his roughness so far tells me that he probably won’t be fucking me gently and I’m know that it will hurt.
“It’s so big.” I say with my words coming out so charged with sexuality that even to me I sound like a cock hungry whore.
“You want this cock?” Bruce asks with a growl as he grab his cock and pups it a couple of times.
“Yes.” I moan but then something comes over me and I find myself moving to get off the bed and speaking again.
“It’s my first time though, so I should get that monster all nice and lubed up.” I purr as slide off of the bed and onto my knees with his cock hovering right in front of my face.
I’ve never enjoyed giving blowjobs and found them a bit degrading, so usually just stick to giving handjobs and having guys get me off but as I open my mouth and trail my tongue around the head of his cock it feels different than usual. Something about Bruce and how he had been rough and dominating has me feeling unusually submissive and like my main focus needs to be on getting him off instead of focusing on myself as I usually do. I take his hard cock into my mouth slowly and try to swirl my tongue around its thickness as I do, I feel a flush of excitement and something like pride as I hear him groan in pleasure. His moan drives me on and along with this new submissive feeling it makes me attempt something I’ve never done before and I keep pushing even when his cock meets the top of my throat.
“Good girl.” Bruce moans when I manage to fit the head of his cock in my throat for a second with his words causing a tingling feeling in my pussy
His praise and the new submissive feeling pushes me on and makes me determined to fit his entire cock in my throat so after taking a moment to breathe and stop gagging, I try again. I still feel a bit degraded as I push my head forward and feel his cock push through my mouth and into my throat but like with his roughness and the bit of pain I find that I actually like it and it makes me all that more desperate to cum. I part my legs and do the splits bringing my pussy into contact with the floor and start to grind not caring about if it is dirty or not or even how humiliating it is to be behaving like this but juatt desperately wanting to cum as I try to fit the entirety of Bruce’s big cock into my throat.
“Fuck, you’re a little whore aren’t you.” Bruce growls seeing me grind my pussy into the floor and feeling me gag and moan with his cock in my throat.
In the past if a guy had called me a whore I would have told him to fuck off but I find myself wanting to take his cock out of my mouth and tell him that I am a whore, his whore, while at the same time wanting to push my head forward more and take more of his cock. I settle on the second option and try to take more of his cock into my throat even though it hurts, is making me gag and making me not be able to breathe, the feeling of his cocks reactions to my actions along with his moans and groans of pleasure and his words are making this one of the dirtiest and hottest things I’ve ever done.
“Fuck, you’re a nasty little whore aren’t you?” He asks repeating his words as I come up off of his cock for air.
“I’m your nasty little whore daddy.” I tell him almost not recognising my scratchy and breathy voice and not knowing why I’d called him daddy.
“Yes you are, you’re daddies little whore.” He growls as I go back to work.
I lose myself in the feelings of the scratchy and slightly painful carpet and the pleasure that grinding my pussy against it is bringing and the feeling of Bruce’s big cock painfully stretching my throat and making me gag as I try to force all of it into my throat. I’ve never felt this before, I feel a bit degraded and like a dirty whore but that just heightens the pleasure I’m feeling and is blowing my mind, driving me closer and closer to what I’m sure is going to be the biggest and most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. I grind myself harder and faster into the carpet, my clit feeling like it is on fire and putting me right of the edge of an orgasm when Bruce announces that he is going to cum.
I don’t want him to cum yet, partially because I hate the taste of cum and also because I don’t want to have to wait for him to get hard again before he can fuck me. I’m about to pull off of his cock when he reaches down with his hands, grabs the back of my head and thrusts forward hard and painfully buries his entire length in my throat. My throat explodes in pain as Bruce holds my face in his pubic hair and with a couple of short agonising thrusts he fucks my throat holding my hair painfully to keep me in place before forcing the full length into my throat where he unload rope after rope of cum directly into my stomach. Bruce’s roughness, the degrading feeling of his actions and the pain of his cock in my throat tips me over the edge into a world shattering orgasm.
I think that I might have blacked out for a while because one second I’m choking on Bruce’s cock unable to breathe and having a massive orgasm like I’d never felt before and the next moment I’m lying on the floor feeling weak with my throat in agony and breathing raspy. I look up to see Bruce sitting on the bed with his cock in his hand and still hard as he slowly strokes it while looking down at me. I feel degraded and nasty but a part of me wants nothing more than to stand up, walk over to Bruce and sit on his cock pushing it inside my pussy and letting him claim my virginity, but fear holds me back. The way he has treated me so far let’s me know that he isn’t going to fuck me softly and gently but is going to be hard and rough with it causing me pain in the process.
“Still want me to fuck you?” Bruce asks still looking down at me and stroking his cock, he adds, “you know I’m not going to be gentle, even if you are a virgin.”
“I...” I start but trail off, his warning has unnerved me even more.
I’ve wanted him to fuck me for so long and still do, then there is this new found side of me that wants to submit to him and enjoys feeling pain and being degraded. I don’t understand this new side of me but it must be what makes me get to my feet with my mind filled with the thoughts of having him call me a whore and a good girl as his big cock painfully takes my virginity no doubt eventually leading to another mind blowing orgasm like the last. I don’t speak but I think my actions speak for themselves when I stroll over to him, take his hands off of his cock and take it in my own, then place my legs on the outsides of his and slowly lower myself down hiding his cock in my virgin pussy.
Bruce doesn’t wait for me to lower myself onto his cock at my own pace and instead reaches out with his big hands and grabs under my legs as he first lifts me into the air and then slowly drops me on his cock, driving it balls deep inside me. I scream in pain as his huge cock drives into me like a white hot lance that feels like I’m being torn apart and burnt at the same time. I never had much pain tolerance and I must black out again for a couple of seconds because suddenly I’ve fallen against Bruce with my head on his shoulder and my body pressed against his as I take short sharp breaths. I can hear Bruce talking, I don’t have any idea what he is saying at first just that he is speaking in a soft, almost comforting tone but when I finally register what he is saying it makes me flush and sends pulses of pleasure to my hurting pussy.
Good girl, you took daddies cock well. I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.” Bruce continues on in his soft comforting voice.
“It hurts daddy.” I tell him with a voice that sounds as shaky as the smile I look up at him with looks.
“It will hurt less when we get into it.” He tells me before leaning forward and claiming my lips again with another rough kiss.
“Move your hips for daddy.” He groans grabbing my hips and moving them in a grinding motion that I take over when I feel like I can.
I spend a little time moving my hips to softly grind my clit against his rough, short cut pubic hair, after a little while he takes one of his hands off of my hip and moves it up to my boobs and starts to manhandle one of them as he brings his face down and in to contact with my other. He slips his other hand off of my hip and onto my back holding me up and making it easier for my to grind against him and for him to suck and maul my boobs. The pleasure coming from my boobs and my clit starts to wipe away some of the pain in my pussy and replaces it with a full feeling that kind of makes me feel like I need to pee and increases the pleasure I get from moving my hips and grinding my clit against him.
The pleasure I’m feeling and instinct tells me when I should start moving, so experimentally I use my legs to push myself up a little and moving his cock out of me slightly. I make it all the way off his cock before I reach down and grabbing hold of it guide it back inside me and start to sink down on it letting out a long guttural moan. I slowly rise up and sink down on his cock a few times getting myself used to the feeling of something being inside me especially with how the massive size of it stretches me out. I only manage to move slowly on his cock for a minute or so and I am starting to get used to it and starting to move faster when suddenly Bruce stops playing with my boobs and grabbing my waist flips us around so I am lying underneath him on the bed with my legs spread either side of his and his hands either side of my shoulders.
“I’m going to fuck you properly now.” Bruce tells me with a growl as he moves one hand down and guides himself back inside me.
He doesn’t go slowly or gently and instead slams his full length inside me drawing a scream from my lips as he starts to fuck me hard and fast, pounding into me over and over again. I let out choked cries of pain with every couple of hard thrust of Bruce’s hips that slam his cock deep inside me and slaps his pubic hair into my clit and his balls into my ass. His hard fucking hurts me and pushes me up the bed until my head bangs into the headboard, every thrust after that causes me to bang my head into the headboard.
This isn’t like the almost romantic version I had been playing over and over in my head since I first met Bruce but in a way I think that this is better because I’m learning about myself and how I like that it hurts. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve always been the one in control of my sexual experiences and treated guys as a way to get me off but having him fuck me hard and rough makes me feel like I’m almost an object for him to use and make him cum. The pain in my head and pussy combined with the feeling of being treated like an object is changing the whole way I think about sex and is quickly bringing me to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm.
“Yes, cum for daddy.” Bruce growls as I cry out and my pussy starts to painfully clench around his cock as my orgasm hits me.
He doesn’t slow down or stop as my cry of pain and pleasure cuts off and my whole body starts to shake and convulse from the extremely powerful orgasm his hard treatment of me triggers. The way he continues to relentlessly pound me draws out my orgasm until finally every last drop of strength leaves my body and I slump down on the bed twitching. I have only just got my strength back when suddenly he pulls out of me with a popping sound and leaving me feel empty and gaping open.
“On your knees.” Bruce snaps grabbing on to me and man handling me into the doggy position.
A second after I’m in the new position he slams his cock back into me with such force that he knocks my arms out from underneath me making me scream as I fall face first into the bed. He doesn’t let me get my hands underneath myself and starts to pound me again with his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. His relentless onslaught against my pussy and clit has me making grunts of pain and pleasure which turns into a yelp of shock and pain as he suddenly brings a hand down hard on my ass slapping it. He doesn’t stop with just the one slap and actually starts to slap my ass after every few thrusts and alternating between which hand he uses and which ass cheek he slaps.
Bruce suddenly and without warning slams himself fully inside me again then leans over me and with his weight on my back he gathers my hair into a kind of ponytail then wraps a hand in it and pulls sharply up and back. His forceful yanking pulls me up towards him painfully bending my back almost in half and feeling like he is tearing out all of the hair on my head, I want to scream again but all that come out is a guttural growling sound that cuts off and on as he starts to slam himself in and out of me again. Bruce’s actions scare me and make me feel worthless and dirty but a big part of me likes it, I’ve never experienced anything like it before, not just having been a virgin until today but also how much the humiliating way he is using me and the physical pain that comes with it is making me feel. It is all a bit too much for me and I burst into loud halting sobs and tears spill out of my eyes but they aren’t sobs and tears of pain or anything like that, I couldn’t connect any specific emotion to them as they are more just an emotional outburst of everything I’m feeling right now.
“No stopping ‘till I fill you with my cum.” Bruce tells me slowly and leaning forward to whisper his words in my ear and punctuating each syllable with a brutal thrust of his hips.
“Don’t. Stop.” I barely manage to grunt the words through my sobs but I want him to know I don’t want him to stop.
Bruce reaches underneath me and while still painfully pulling my hair and upper body back he wraps his free hand around my throat and grips, choking me. I can’t breathe and I can taste my own salty tears on my lips as I desperately try to gasp in as little air as I can which seems to make my pussy clench down on Bruce’s huge cock and causes him to double his efforts as I become painfully tight. My head starts to feel fuzzy and light, my eyes start to flutter closed and my vision starts to tunnel, I’m sure that Bruce is about to choke me unconscious but what must be a second before I do black out he loosens his grip on my throat, leaving his hand their but gripping softly enough to let me breathe.
My head still feels fuzzy but I can breathe again and my vision has cleared up but then a second after it does Bruce grips my throat tight again and like it is a trigger a third orgasm barrels into me. My entire body goes rigid and I let out a choked guttural groan as the orgasm rips through me and Bruce continues to relentlessly pound me and choke me. This orgasm doesn’t last as long as the first two and is intense in a different way with none of the same shaking and convulsions from the others and instead my body stays completely rigid until the orgasm passes and once again all the strength leaves my body leaving me weak and only just able to breathe.
Bruce take his hand from around my throat and let’s my body and face drop on to the bed following me down with his hand still painfully gripping my hair. I feel him shift on the bed and changes his grip in my hair so now instead of lifting me up he is pushing my face hard and painfully into the bed and now when he slams himself into me it feels like he is above me thrusting down into me instead of being at almost the same level as me. My head starts to hurt again as he crushes it between his big hand and the bed, my head still feels fuzzy too and it makes me think that I am going to pass out again especially as almost all of my body has gone slightly numb.
The only parts of my body that aren’t feeling kind of numb are my head and pussy, my pussy hurts but with every savage thrust he is hitting a spot inside me that is making my pussy throb with pleasure. I don’t know how much more of this I can take though, with his merciless pounding and the heavy pressure on my head pushing me painfully into the bed then he uses his free hand to reach over and sharply pinch my nipples one right after the other sending electric shocks through my body. I feel like I’m rapidly approaching another orgasm and it scares me because I already feel weak and on the verge of passing out which is when Bruce doubles his efforts slamming hard enough into me that even with the pressure of him pushing my head into the bed I am bouncing enough to almost lift me off of the bed.
“Ready baby. Daddies gonna fill your little pussy full of cum.” Bruce groans and adds a few especially hard thrusts just to back up his point.
I try to tell him to fill me up and pump his cum into me but all that comes out is a groan which he cuts off as his free hand grabs onto my throat and he starts to choke me again. The choking must be some kind of trigger for me because a split second after he tightens his grip and cuts off my breathing I orgasm for the fourth and hopefully last time. Bruce only lasts for a couple more thrusts before he slams his cock painfully deep inside me and tightens his grip on my throat even more while letting out a loud growl and unleashing his cum deep inside my pussy. Bruce’s cum must spray almost directly into my womb and in a strange way I can feel it inside me, burning hot and trying to occupy the same space that his cock is taking up which causes it to ooze out of my pussy and onto my thighs.
“Fuck.” Bruce groans letting go of my throat and taking his hand off of my head but leaving his cock inside me.
I can’t say anything and settle for a few groans and whimpers as my entire body seems to come back to life just to ache and hurt and feel so weak and useless. My mind is in turmoil as Bruce pulls his cock out of me with a wet popping sound and leaving my pussy gaping open enough for me to feel his cum leaking out of my stretched hole and onto my legs. I feel degraded, worthless and used, but at the same time I feel like I have achieved something and the four brutal orgasms have left me feeling totally spent sexually like nothing I could do again would bring me as much sexual relief. I feel ashamed of myself too, I feel almost like a cheap whore that has let him use me and abuse me for his own pleasure but had ended up enjoying it and I can’t help but wonder if I will ever be the same girl I was before this ever again.
“You took that like a pro. You’re such a good girl.” Bruce tells me gently as he leans over and tilts my head up so he can kiss me, his kiss is still rough but after what he had just done to me it feels gentle and tender.
“Thank you.” I whisper breathlessly with a creaky voice and blushing having discovered today that I also get off in being praised along with a lot of other things I didn’t know about.
“God, you look so pretty like that with my cum leaking out of your gaping pussy.” Bruce tells me almost admiringly and making my cheeks feel hot but also ashamed.
I can move again now and part my legs wider for him so he can see his cum dripping out of me even better hoping he enjoys the view and will give me more praise for it. Bruce doesn’t say anything but he does reach down between my legs and I feel something push inside me again and I wonder if he is going for another round which I don’t think I would survive but it isn’t his cock this time, it is his fingers and I know that because they aren’t as long or thick and he curls them inside me before dragging them back out like he is scraping something out from inside me.
“Taste us.” He says bringing his fingers up to my lips which I part allowing him to push his fingers into my mouth where I lick his cum and my juices off of them.
The taste of our combined sex juices isn’t exactly pleasant and is quite salty and tinged with a weird metal like taste but knowing what I’ve been through to be able to taste it make it the most delicious thing ever in that instant. My body is hurting, my throat and pussy feel like they have been torn apart and my throat also feels like it has been crushed and every breathe I take has a wheezing type sound to it, my ass still stings from when Bruce had been slapping it and my head aches and feels light. I watch as Bruce moves over to the edge of the bed and sits up, I wonder if now that he is done with me is he going to tell me to clean up and then walk off into the house where he will never talk to me again besides when he wants to use and abuse my body.
“Come sit in daddies lap.” Bruce says still calling himself daddy and further enforcing the power dynamic between us.
“Wrap your arms and legs around me.” He practically orders me once I have managed to move over and sit in his lap facing him.
I wonder what he has in mind but just hope he isn’t going to fuck me again as I seriously don’t think I could take another round with him just yet. Instead of pushing his cock inside me like I had expect he actually stands up cupping one arm underneath my ass and wrapping the other around me and holding me tight against himself. I still don’t know what he is doing or if he is just setting us up for a different position for him to fuck me in but then he moves and starts to walk across the room, it takes me a moment to realise it but he is heading for the bedroom door, the one that leads out onto the hallway which connects to the rest of the house. I start to struggle slightly worried that his son will see us but he tightens his hold on me and continues walking.
“Stop struggling, I just want you to see yourself.” He tells me as he marches over to the door and opens it then walks out into the hallway with both of us still completely naked.
Bruce walks us down the hallway seemingly unbothered by the fact that his young son could walk out of the game room or the bathroom or even up the stairs and see his dad walking along the hallway carrying his babysitter in his arms with both of them naked. Bruce’s carelessness must come from the fact that we are only travelling two doors down the hallway and into what is the master bedroom where he walls over to the bed and carefully sets me down, taking his arms from around me and unwrapping my arms and legs from around him. I notice the big floor to ceiling mirror opposite me and quickly turn my head away from it, scared about what I will see if I look at my reflection in the mirror.
“Look at yourself.” Bruce tells me sternly as he sits down beside me and turns my head so I am looking straight at the image of myself reflected back at me.
I let out a groaning noise of some kind of unknown emotion close to both complete humiliation and despair as I take in the state of myself. I can see that my makeup has smeared and I have black tear like lines running down my face, my neck is all red and looks sore and so are my nipples, the worst part though is my pussy which is bright red, sore and inflamed and gaping open covered with a liquid of swirled white and red that is a mixture of my blood and juices and Bruce’s cum. I don’t need to look to know that my ass is all red and possibly bruised because it still stings from when Bruce had been slapping it. Everything I’m feeling overwhelms me and I start crying again but this time Bruce wraps his arms around me pulling me against his chest and kissing the top of my head.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He tells me gently brushing through my sweaty matted hair with his one hand while holding me against him with his other arm.
The way he is holding me is so tender and caring that it is completely at odds with the brutal and painful way he had fucked me and adds confusion into the maelstrom of things I am already feeling. I sink into his gentle embrace and try to enjoy the soft warm feeling I’m experiencing as he runs his hand through my hair, I try not to think about the pain both mental and physical and especially not how those feelings had turned me on even more. All these thoughts are rushing through my head when Bruce stops brushing through my hair and pulls back out of the hug to look me in the eyes.
“I want to give you an opportunity. Now I know about Eleanor we're going to get a divorce and she is moving out, I want you to move in with me.” His words take me completely by surprise and all I can do is sit there stunned as he carries on.
“You know I’m rich so you won’t have to worry about money and you won’t have to worry about me cheating on you. All I ask is that you’re available to me whenever I want. If I bend you over and start to fuck you then you take it, if I tell you I want you to suck my dick then you get on your knees and open your mouth. You can’t tell me no and you can’t tell me to stop.” He explains to me before stopping and waiting for a beat before asking, “what do you think?”
“I... I don’t know.” I stammer truly not knowing what to think with my mind feeling like it is spinning a hundred miles an hour.
I feel a bit offended by Bruce’s offer because it makes me sound like a prostitute, getting paid to be fucked and having no choice in when or how it happens doesn’t sound good. The idea of being able to move out of my parents small apartment and not take the bus everywhere is exciting, I could buy better clothes and jewellery and phones and laptops, I wouldn’t need to worry about studying or anything ever again, I’d be set for life. Then there is the perverse pleasure I had felt from him reducing me to what is essentially a fleshlight with a pulse, I have never felt as much pleasure or had an orgasm as strong as the ones I have today when he roughly fucked my throat and pussy and with how he had slapped my ass and choked me. There is also the way that his treatment of me while fucking had made me feel pathetic, worthless and humiliated but at the same time the tender way he had just been treating me had started to make me feel better and wipe away some of those negative feelings.
“Well think about it.” Bruce tells me leaning forward and kissing me with a tender yet passionate kissing.
Bruce kisses me again a few more times before going to clean up and retrieve our clothes leaving me to question what I’m going to do with his offer and all these new and confusing thoughts and feelings that he has made me feel.