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The rest of the day was a blur of phone calls, papers, and remembering how wet I had gotten as Mr. Thompson’s old cock was in my mouth as he yelled at my father. I hated my father for putting me and my family in this position. I realized Mr. Thompson was right. He owned us, what could we do? My dad couldn’t go to jail, my mom had never worked, and my little brother hadn’t graduated yet. If I didn’t do what he said our lives would be ruined.
That night at dinner was very quiet and tense. I felt bad for my mother who kept trying to lighten the mood, discussing our family trip the following month. If only she knew that dad was a their, and because of that I now had to suck an old mans cock every morning so he didn’t go to jail. What would she think?
As I got ready for bed I undressed and slid off my panties. They were dry now, but I could see the stains from the spit that Mr. Thompson had wiped off his cock that morning. I could also see stains from where I had gotten wet. I knew it had happened, I was ashamed, but the stains made it real again. I began to tear up. I stood in front of the mirror naked and began to cry.
The blowjobs became more and more forceful and degrading. Mr. Thompson would call my dad on the phone, or tell me while I gagged and choked about how much of a loser my dad was and that with one phone call he could send my dad to prison. It was ok he said, my mom could come to work for Mr. Thompson too he said, but I knew what the sick bastard had in mind. I would cry, which only made him cum harder, but I noticed I was becoming wetter and wetter. And so did he.
That Friday morning I was standing at his desk, black 6” heels, my signature pearl necklace from my mom, and nothing else when he walked in. I began to kneel down when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He stood close to me, his other hand on my ass. “Betty, these last two weeks have been wonderful. Have you enjoyed yourself? “I nodded, but I knew I couldn’t hide my glare and anger. “That’s good Betty. But Betty, a man can only suffice on blowjobs for so long...” he paused and stared me up and down”...especially from a woman as beautiful as you. Betty, I’ll be blunt. If you want to keep your job, and your dad out of jail, you are going to fuck me. Do you understand?” I gulped. Fuck him? He was going to put his dick inside me? But what could I do? I thought to myself that I could just lay there and take it. I nodded.
“Good. I’m glad you’re such a loving daughter. Your father is a lucky man.” I hated when he spoke about my dad.
“Now Betty, when I say you are going to fuck me, I mean you are going to climb on top of me, and ride my cock like your life depends on it. I don’t want some lazy bitch who lays back and takes it, I have a wife for that” he laughed. “So to help, we will use this...” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a leather collar and chain. He wrapped it around my neck and locked it in place. This was so degrading. Was I his dog? How would this make me fuck him more? He could see in my eyes how disgusted I was and the confusion. He then yanked on the chain which not only pulled on the collar but sent a shock into me. I screamed a bit, but he cupped my mouth.
“Ssshhhh slut. Now, get my cock hard for that little pussy of yours.” I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was half hard. I scooped it into my mouth and began to suck furiously, afraid of the shocks. Once he was hard he grabbed me by the hair and walked me to the couch. He sat down and made me undress him. His fat gut disgusted me so much. I climbed on top of him, ashamed at myself for being wet again, and tried to slowly work his cock into my pussy. My last boyfriend wasn’t as big as Mr. Thompson, and it was hurting. I could tell he enjoyed seeing my squirm and be in pain.
He pawed at my breasts and licked and bit my nipples like some b**st, his thick fingers all over my thin frame. It took all I had not to scream and have someone walk in on us when he but and pinched hard. Finally his cock was inside me, and I tried to go slow, to ease into it, but he covered my mouth and pulled on the chain. I shrieked muffled into his palm. He looked at me, “Come on now. I know you come from a long line of sluts, your dad told me about your mom. I know you can ride that cock slut”
I was shocked, was my mom a slut? I began to rock back and forth on his cock faster, squeezing my little pussy as tight as I could to milk his cock faster and end today’s nightmare. With each rock he smiled, he was loving it. I hated him, but I wanted this over. “Mmmmmm, fuck me Mr. Thompson, I want your cock, fuck me...”
It was the first time I had ever tried to talk dirty, and he liked it. I was getting wetter and wetter. I leaned back and ran my hands through my hair, like I had seen women do in music videos. “Mmmmm give me that cock, give me that cum”
I leaned forward and placed my tits in his face. He began to bite my nipples and grab my ass. He pushed me back and grabbed my right hand and placed it on my pussy. I began to rub my clit while we fucked, slow at first, then faster. I wanted to cum, but hated myself for it because it was with him. “You worthless whore, you’re going to cum on the cock of a man who’s blackmailing you and your family, the same cock you’ve been swallowing for two weeks. You love it don’t you whore?”
“Yes...yes...yes...”
“Do you want to stop whore?”
I was so close to cumming, so close, I couldn’t believe when I heard myself say, “No...no...please...”
“That’s a good whore. My whore. I fucking own you” With that he tugged on the collar. The shock, the excitement, the filthiness and shame, it was all too much and I exploded with pleasure and disgust. “YES!!!” I shuddered, my pussy tightened and squeezed as I felt his old cock explode in my young pussy. I collapsed forward on him, my head on his heaving chest.
We remained like that for what felt like forever, his cum seeping out my pussy as his cock softened. I lifted my head finally and looked at him. He grinned at me and I grinned back. “You’re such a good whore. My favourite ever” He grabbed me by the hair and kissed me. His tongue in my mouth felt warm, inviting, but disgusting because of his age. I was so torn emotionally. But the tenderness he was showing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, grinding into his lap.
He pulled away, “Mmmm, good girl. But I’m old, I only have so much energy”.
He moved me off of him and put me on my knees and ordered me to clean off his cock, which I did. The mixed taste of his cum and mine was so mesmerizing.
“I can tell you’re still horny you little slut. For the next hour you will lay on this couch, just as you are, and play with yourself while I have some conference calls. I want to hear you moan and cum while I talk to my partners. Do you understand?” I took his cock from my mouth and nodded yes, biting my lip.
I layed back and spread my legs for him to watch, my head propped up on a pillow, my breasts bare for him to see. He dressed and began making calls to business partners and banks and such. Occasionally he would come and touch me, pinch my nipples, even make me lick his cock while he was talking. I felt so filthy, but so horny. Who had I become?
One call was to my father, berating him, asking where his money was, while I layed there playing with my pussy, still wet and still full of Mr. Thompson’s cum. “Scott, I want my fucking money back.”
“Mr. Thompson, I don’t have it now but I will. I promise.”
“You know Scott, if only you were as hard a worker as your daughter Betty...” He looked and me and grinned. I felt sick, but horny “...then you wouldn’t be in this position. Maybe I should start garnishing Betty’s pay and you can explain to her why?” As he said this he walked over and was running his thick fingers along my stomach, on my tits, feeling my breathing get heavy as I touched my pussy and got nearer to climax.
“Please sir, leave Betty out of this. She has nothing to do with this.” Mr. Thompson leaned down and bit my nipple. I had to stifle my moan.
“We’ll see. I think shes going to be a better asset than you ever were Scott.” I blushed, ashamed, horny, this old man berating my father, while I touched myself for his pleasure as much as mine. “Now get back to fucking work Scott.”
After the phone calls I was spent. I had cum seven more times and was exhausted. Mr. Thompson came over and leaned down and kissed me gently. “Very well done Betty. Now, clean yourself up, you look like a whore, and get back to work. Your family owes me a lot of money.”
His tone was gentle, but the words threatening. Mr. Thompson still scared me but I was increasingly finding moments where I was attracted to him. Was I a whore? A victim? Was I his whore? I was so confused.
To be continued...
That night at dinner was very quiet and tense. I felt bad for my mother who kept trying to lighten the mood, discussing our family trip the following month. If only she knew that dad was a their, and because of that I now had to suck an old mans cock every morning so he didn’t go to jail. What would she think?
As I got ready for bed I undressed and slid off my panties. They were dry now, but I could see the stains from the spit that Mr. Thompson had wiped off his cock that morning. I could also see stains from where I had gotten wet. I knew it had happened, I was ashamed, but the stains made it real again. I began to tear up. I stood in front of the mirror naked and began to cry.
The blowjobs became more and more forceful and degrading. Mr. Thompson would call my dad on the phone, or tell me while I gagged and choked about how much of a loser my dad was and that with one phone call he could send my dad to prison. It was ok he said, my mom could come to work for Mr. Thompson too he said, but I knew what the sick bastard had in mind. I would cry, which only made him cum harder, but I noticed I was becoming wetter and wetter. And so did he.
That Friday morning I was standing at his desk, black 6” heels, my signature pearl necklace from my mom, and nothing else when he walked in. I began to kneel down when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He stood close to me, his other hand on my ass. “Betty, these last two weeks have been wonderful. Have you enjoyed yourself? “I nodded, but I knew I couldn’t hide my glare and anger. “That’s good Betty. But Betty, a man can only suffice on blowjobs for so long...” he paused and stared me up and down”...especially from a woman as beautiful as you. Betty, I’ll be blunt. If you want to keep your job, and your dad out of jail, you are going to fuck me. Do you understand?” I gulped. Fuck him? He was going to put his dick inside me? But what could I do? I thought to myself that I could just lay there and take it. I nodded.
“Good. I’m glad you’re such a loving daughter. Your father is a lucky man.” I hated when he spoke about my dad.
“Now Betty, when I say you are going to fuck me, I mean you are going to climb on top of me, and ride my cock like your life depends on it. I don’t want some lazy bitch who lays back and takes it, I have a wife for that” he laughed. “So to help, we will use this...” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a leather collar and chain. He wrapped it around my neck and locked it in place. This was so degrading. Was I his dog? How would this make me fuck him more? He could see in my eyes how disgusted I was and the confusion. He then yanked on the chain which not only pulled on the collar but sent a shock into me. I screamed a bit, but he cupped my mouth.
“Ssshhhh slut. Now, get my cock hard for that little pussy of yours.” I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was half hard. I scooped it into my mouth and began to suck furiously, afraid of the shocks. Once he was hard he grabbed me by the hair and walked me to the couch. He sat down and made me undress him. His fat gut disgusted me so much. I climbed on top of him, ashamed at myself for being wet again, and tried to slowly work his cock into my pussy. My last boyfriend wasn’t as big as Mr. Thompson, and it was hurting. I could tell he enjoyed seeing my squirm and be in pain.
He pawed at my breasts and licked and bit my nipples like some b**st, his thick fingers all over my thin frame. It took all I had not to scream and have someone walk in on us when he but and pinched hard. Finally his cock was inside me, and I tried to go slow, to ease into it, but he covered my mouth and pulled on the chain. I shrieked muffled into his palm. He looked at me, “Come on now. I know you come from a long line of sluts, your dad told me about your mom. I know you can ride that cock slut”
I was shocked, was my mom a slut? I began to rock back and forth on his cock faster, squeezing my little pussy as tight as I could to milk his cock faster and end today’s nightmare. With each rock he smiled, he was loving it. I hated him, but I wanted this over. “Mmmmmm, fuck me Mr. Thompson, I want your cock, fuck me...”
It was the first time I had ever tried to talk dirty, and he liked it. I was getting wetter and wetter. I leaned back and ran my hands through my hair, like I had seen women do in music videos. “Mmmmm give me that cock, give me that cum”
I leaned forward and placed my tits in his face. He began to bite my nipples and grab my ass. He pushed me back and grabbed my right hand and placed it on my pussy. I began to rub my clit while we fucked, slow at first, then faster. I wanted to cum, but hated myself for it because it was with him. “You worthless whore, you’re going to cum on the cock of a man who’s blackmailing you and your family, the same cock you’ve been swallowing for two weeks. You love it don’t you whore?”
“Yes...yes...yes...”
“Do you want to stop whore?”
I was so close to cumming, so close, I couldn’t believe when I heard myself say, “No...no...please...”
“That’s a good whore. My whore. I fucking own you” With that he tugged on the collar. The shock, the excitement, the filthiness and shame, it was all too much and I exploded with pleasure and disgust. “YES!!!” I shuddered, my pussy tightened and squeezed as I felt his old cock explode in my young pussy. I collapsed forward on him, my head on his heaving chest.
We remained like that for what felt like forever, his cum seeping out my pussy as his cock softened. I lifted my head finally and looked at him. He grinned at me and I grinned back. “You’re such a good whore. My favourite ever” He grabbed me by the hair and kissed me. His tongue in my mouth felt warm, inviting, but disgusting because of his age. I was so torn emotionally. But the tenderness he was showing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, grinding into his lap.
He pulled away, “Mmmm, good girl. But I’m old, I only have so much energy”.
He moved me off of him and put me on my knees and ordered me to clean off his cock, which I did. The mixed taste of his cum and mine was so mesmerizing.
“I can tell you’re still horny you little slut. For the next hour you will lay on this couch, just as you are, and play with yourself while I have some conference calls. I want to hear you moan and cum while I talk to my partners. Do you understand?” I took his cock from my mouth and nodded yes, biting my lip.
I layed back and spread my legs for him to watch, my head propped up on a pillow, my breasts bare for him to see. He dressed and began making calls to business partners and banks and such. Occasionally he would come and touch me, pinch my nipples, even make me lick his cock while he was talking. I felt so filthy, but so horny. Who had I become?
One call was to my father, berating him, asking where his money was, while I layed there playing with my pussy, still wet and still full of Mr. Thompson’s cum. “Scott, I want my fucking money back.”
“Mr. Thompson, I don’t have it now but I will. I promise.”
“You know Scott, if only you were as hard a worker as your daughter Betty...” He looked and me and grinned. I felt sick, but horny “...then you wouldn’t be in this position. Maybe I should start garnishing Betty’s pay and you can explain to her why?” As he said this he walked over and was running his thick fingers along my stomach, on my tits, feeling my breathing get heavy as I touched my pussy and got nearer to climax.
“Please sir, leave Betty out of this. She has nothing to do with this.” Mr. Thompson leaned down and bit my nipple. I had to stifle my moan.
“We’ll see. I think shes going to be a better asset than you ever were Scott.” I blushed, ashamed, horny, this old man berating my father, while I touched myself for his pleasure as much as mine. “Now get back to fucking work Scott.”
After the phone calls I was spent. I had cum seven more times and was exhausted. Mr. Thompson came over and leaned down and kissed me gently. “Very well done Betty. Now, clean yourself up, you look like a whore, and get back to work. Your family owes me a lot of money.”
His tone was gentle, but the words threatening. Mr. Thompson still scared me but I was increasingly finding moments where I was attracted to him. Was I a whore? A victim? Was I his whore? I was so confused.
To be continued...
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