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There is something so inherently slutty about checking into a cheap, dirty motel for the sole purpose of sex but that’s where I find myself. Laying atop one 18 year old boy with his cock deeply rooted in my slit with another one behind me pumping up into my ass and yet a 3rd encased in the hand of it’s owner as he furiously strokes and then explodes all over my face and I race to get it all into my mouth.
“Oh fuck Mrs. Jensen….ass is so fucking tight!” he yelped as he pounds into my asshole.
“Yeah fuck her harder! Come on you MILF whore! Fucking ride my dick! Make me fucking cum!” the one in my pussy demands then starts to bite down on my nipple.
“Come you two, hurry the fuck and cum. I wanna see her holes dripping with it.” the only other female in the room, Cassie, instructs from the corner as she watches and rubs her own pussy. She doesn’t have to wait long and they both cum almost simultaneously.
Most people wouldn’t recognize a porn star when they are out and about in their normal everyday lives….especially one that hasn’t made a movie in over 15 years and as a 35 year old mother of two I took a little solace in that. Besides it wasn’t like I was a huge mega star in the first place.
My career lasted all of 18 months and this was before the days of widespread internet porn and the exposure the girls get these days. When I was relevant porn was just starting to hit the internet but still mostly relegated to adult books stores and those little rooms at the back of your neighborhood video rental shop.
The irony of the situation is that my claim to porn fame actually came after I “retired” from the industry. I became pregnant and decided to pull the plug but the production company came to me a few weeks later with an idea. It was to be called “Gang Bang Me and Knock Me Up”. Yeah I know, real creative title huh?
The premise was that I was a young teenage girl that would, as you might have guessed, get gang fucked by a bunch of guys and let them impregnate me. Technically speaking at 19 ½ I was still in my teens and the fact that I was always so petite and I looked younger sold the notion. The reality was that I was already 4 weeks pregnant. So long story short I made the movie, these 10 men fucked me and got off inside me then when I started to show they shot a short bit with me showing off my baby bump. Honestly I figured that it would end up in porn obscurity and at the time it did. My life moved on and eventually that movie and the rest became distant memories. Or at least up until about two weeks ago when four of my eldest’s schoolmates found it online. It was then used to blackmail me into having sex with them. Sometimes one on one but usually as a group. At first I hated it and I still acted like I did but the truth is that I actually started to love the attention of Cassie and the boys and the sex was proving to be better than I was getting from my husband. But this isn’t a story about that, this is about how I even got started down the path that would eventually lead me to being used in a cheap motel by 4 teenagers.
I guess if I had to choose a starting point it would have to be the summer that I turned 12. That was the Summer that the carnival came to town and when it left my Mother left with it. Dad did a pretty good job at first but when the lumber mill in town closed he and about half of the town was out of work. Jobs in the area were beyond scarce and the only decent job he could get was as a long haul truck driver. I was 13 by then and mature enough that he felt comfortable leaving me home alone while he was out for weeks, sometimes months at a time. He would send money for groceries, rent and any other bills and then he sent The Letter.
It was the first day of Summer vacation from school and I had just turned 14. I still remember the day it arrived because it felt a lot thicker than usual. The envelope had a couple thousand dollars and a note. I’ll spare you the details and just say that he said that things were getting too hard for him and that he decided that I would be better off being raised by someone that could care for me the way I needed. I was shaking with fear as I read that note. Not because I was alone, I had been for a while now. No my fear was that I would end up in the foster system. It was widely known that the system in the area was a nightmare. We lived in such a small town that CPS was almost nonexistent. I would end up using the cash he sent to bankroll me until I could figure out what to do….and I would have some fun until then.
I made it through the entire summer before I was completely broke. Rent was way past overdue and the landlord was calling every day until the phone was disconnected. He would come by the house and I would hide until he left. Inevitably though he caught me by surprise. I was expecting a boy I was seeing so when I opened the door I was shocked to see him. Of course he wanted his rent money and of course I didn’t have it. I finally broke down and told him everything. I told him about how daddy wasn’t coming back and that I had no place to go. He mentioned the foster care system and I cried like I never had in my life and he knew why.
“I cannot let you stay here rent free and even if I could it looks like you’re a short throw away from starving. I think you should get your things together and I’ll drive you to the Sheriff’s office and they can take it from there.” I cried and I protested and I begged but eventually I gave in and 10 minutes later I had a bag packed with everything I owned and I was in Mr. Piedmont’s car headed towards town.
He was silent as he drove. He got into town, then to the Sheriff’s office and then he kept on going until we passed through the opposite side of our little town. He finally pulled into the parking lot of a small little motel. I looked up at him with no doubt a scared look. He only smiled.
“Um Mr. Piedmont?”
“Come on.” he opened his door and got out of the car. I followed him to the back of the motel and into a small room. It was dirty and dingy and looked like the cleaning lady hadn’t even thought about this room in a long time.
“What? What are we doing here?”
“Well I had an idea. A proposition for you. I own this little shit hole motel and this is the manager’s apartment. I haven’t had anyone on-site in a long time though.”
“I don’t know how to manage a motel.”
“I’m not offering you a job. What I am offering you is a place to stay.” my eyes lit up that I was not going to be sent to a foster home even if it meant staying in this dump.
“Oh thank you sir! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Easy there little girl. I am not running a flop house. This isn’t a charitable offer. This comes with certain stipulations.” his eyes scanned up and down my body. I was only 4’ 10” with 32B tits but I had a nice thick bubble butt that boys and men both seemed to stare at. I figured this was the point where he would tell me that he wants to fuck me. I wouldn’t have minded I mean after all I wasn’t a virgin. He wouldn’t even be the first older man that to fuck me. One of Daddy’s friends owns that honor.
That particular day I was wearing a tiny little pair of jean shorts and a bikini top and as he looked down at me I saw his eyes focus onto the green triangles of material and when I looked down I noticed that my nipples were hard. He looked away and scanned the room.
“As you can see this place is a dump. I have absolutely no intent of fixing it up either. If you accept the deal and you want to spruce the place up then that’s up to you. There is a maintenance shed in the back with cleaning supplies and there might be some paint if you are so inclined.” I looked around and while it was filthy and smelled of something that can only be described as a combination of boiled cabbage and wet dog I had no other options. Besides I could clean it up and make do until I came up with a plan.
“So um….what do I have to do? For you I mean?” I was 14 and all alone and if that meant I had to spread my legs for this man then I was prepared to do that.
“Well for starters….” he adjusted his glasses and smiled at me. “You’ll do chores around the property. Mow the grass, sweep the parking lot, help out with the cleaning lady if she needs it and anything else that Marg might need. She works the front desk by the way.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Piedmont. You have no idea how much this means to me.” I was almost in tears knowing that, at least for the time, I wouldn’t be handed over to some social worker.
“Like I said, this isn’t a handout and if I feel that you’re not holding up to your end of the deal I’ll bounce your ass in a heartbeat and let the county deal with you. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now, have you eaten?”
“No.” he took me into the next town and bought me some groceries and then a sack of fast-food burgers. The rain started falling heavily as we pulled up into the motel’s parking lot.
“Now if anyone asks you’re 18 and you’re working for room and board. Marg has been hinting at wanting a raise and if she thinks I’ve hired someone else she will pitch a fit at me.” he held up the key to the room and as I went to grab it he pulled it away. “Oh not so fast. You need to pay your rent first.” I was confused. He knew I didn’t have any money. He leered at me and then started to unzip his pants. I watched as he pulled his cock out and leaned back. “Well?”
I guess instinct took over and I leaned down and started to stroke his cock while I let my tongue swirl around the tip. I heard him moan softly and then he pushed down on my head. I took him in until I felt his pubic hair on my lips. I enjoyed sucking cock and everyone I went down on had said I was really good at it. My lips started to slide up and down his shaft and I gently held his cum filled balls in my tiny hand. His hand started sliding up and down my back and then he untied my bikini top. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter.
“MMMM you like that Mr. Piedmont?” he just pushed my moth back down onto his cock.
“Shut up and keep sucking my cock Sara. This is going to be your rent from now on. Oh that’s it Sara, pay that fucking rent.” I was sucking and slurping and doing my best to give him the best blow job he has ever had. I felt his body tense up and I sensed that he was close. “Yes! Keep going! Keep going you little slut! I’m going to cum1 I’m going to cum in that slutty fucking mouth!” and he did. His cock pumped load after load into my mouth to the point that it was coming out faster than I could swallow so it started to drip from the corners of my lips.
Finally he was finished and I cleaned the rest of him from my face. He handed me the key and told me to get out. As I closed the door he reminded me that he would be by in a few days for the rent.
Over the next few weeks I had cleaned up the apartment and painted it. I found a hot plate and Marg gave me an old toaster oven. Mr. Piedmont would stop by a couple times a week to collect the rent but he never would fuck me. My little pussy would be dripping wet as he shot his load on my face and sometimes on my tits but never once did he try to fuck me. I thought it was odd and one night when he stopped by I decided to ask.
It was one of his rare late night visits and as soon as I saw him at the door I got wet. It wasn’t that I found him to be overtly attractive. He was decent looking enough. Not ugly but also not what a typical 14 year old girl would find “hot”. As usual he would come in and have me take his cock out. I was on my knees licking up and down his shaft listening to him call me a slut and a whore (I was really starting to love the way he spoke to me) while I finger fucked myself. He didn’t last too long that night and was soon shooting his cum onto my face and even into my hair. When he was done I leaned back and spread my thighs wide so he could see my glistening hairless cunt.
“MMMM Mr. Piedmont? Don’t you wanna fuck me? Don’t you wanna feel this tight little pussy on that hard cock?” he only smiled at me and put his cock back in his pants.
“Sara, I am a married man.” he held up his hand and pointed to his wedding ring. “I have no intent of cheating on my lovely wife and blow jobs don’t count. Besides, you’re 14. I have no intention to going to jail for fucking some jailbait slut.” and with that he was gone. I laid there with his cum fresh on my skin while I finished myself off, first with my fingers then with the handle of my hairbrush. It was an all too familiar occurrence and sucking cock and not getting any inside me was making me hyper-horny. It would be over a month before that itch was scratched.
The motel was not the type of place you would bring your family to while you enjoyed some local attraction. It was the sort of establishment that you might bring some bimbo so you could throw your cock into her for a couple hours. There were no attractions within 100 miles unless you count the run down strip club next door. It was more likely that someone would get a room for four hours then they would for an entire night. Then all of a sudden we started having “long term” tenants when construction started down the road on a new shopping center.
I started to notice the two guys staying in a room two doors down from me or maybe it was them that noticed me. I would catch them looking at me while I was out cleaning up the parking lot or mowing the little patches of grass. I think they purposefully threw their cigarettes out directly in front of their room so that I would have to spend more time bent over giving them a perfect view outside their window. Over the weeks I would learn that their names were Dean and Greg. Greg was 35 and an electrician. Dean was 24 and was Greg’s apprentice. They were nice and it was fun flirting with them but neither took the initiative to try something with me and since I never saw them apart and I wasn’t really interested in a threesome I never made a move either. Eventually that all changed.
Summer gave way to Fall and the temperatures plummeted but then we had about a week of really warm weather. Marg called it Indian Summer, all I knew was that I was able to wear the tiny little tops and short shorts that I loved and sit out on the little fenced in patio that my room had. It was late when I saw Dean come walking by and for the first time Greg was no where to be seen.
“Hey! Where you headed?” it took a second for him to see me but then he smiled.
“Well hey Sara. What are you doing out here?”
“Just enjoying the weather while I can.” I had found some beers in one of the empty rooms and offered him one. “You never did tell me where you were going and where is Greg?”
“He’s back home. It’s his wife’s birthday. He should be back tomorrow.” he took a long pull from the bottle but didn’t answer my original question.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Where were you going this late?” he smiled but looked a little embarrassed to answer me.
“I was uh….I was going next door for a bit.”
“The strip club?!?! Are you serious? There’s nothing but nasty, skanky old ladies there!” He laughed then changed the subject. We had a couple more beers and I flirted a little. As the night air turned cooler, and my pussy started to get moist, my nipples got hard. They were like pencil erasers poking against my thin little tank top and I did nothing to hide them.
“Not like there is much else to do here and hell I can go over there with $100, get a couple drinks and a couple lap dances and still have $50 when I leave. Unless I get a blow job.” he started laughing and I smiled even though I was thinking about that $50.
“Tell you what, you stay here, give me the $50 and I’ll give you all the lap dances you can stand.” he started laughing again but I didn’t. He realized then that I wasn’t joking.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Very. I mean I could use the money and I know I’m hotter than Old One Tooth Wanda. What do you say?”
“Fuck yeah!” I clicked on the small radio and started to sway to the music while I slowly stripped. Dean sipped his beer and massaged the bulge growing in his pants. By the time I straddled him and ground my ass down to him I was only wearing a red g-string. I had my back to him and leaned up against him. He seemed unsure of what to do with his hands.
“MMMM this isn’t the strip club Dean. You can touch me.” I took his hands and put them on my tits. My pussy went from moist to wet almost instantly.
“Are you sure you’re 18?” it seemed like an odd question from a man that was slowly working his hand into my panties.
“Yes. What makes you ask that?” I was moaning now as he started to rub against my clit.
“You just really remind me of my little sister.”
“Oh? How old is she?”
“16.”
“MMMM is she hot?” he didn’t answer but he did moan. “MMMM do you get hard thinking about her? Do you ever jerk off thinking about her?” he didn’t answer, instead he slipped a finger up into my tight, tight little pussy. I spread my legs wider and when I looked back he kissed me.
His was the first fingers other than mine to touchy my hungry little pussy in months and I was literally dripping as he worked another finger in. His free hand started to work harder on my tits and I felt that lump in his lap getting bigger and bigger.
“MMMM you see how wet your make your little sister’s pussy? Ohhhh fuck yessss! Finger me! Make me cum! Make your little sister cum!” he was silently focused on getting me off and I think not shooting his own load in his pants. When the wave or orgasmic tremors hit my leg locked around his hand and I felt my juices trying to escape my body as quick and fast as possible. Eventually the sensitivity subsided and he withdrew his fingers only for me to quickly take them into my mouth and lick them clean. Guys really seem to love this move and truth be told I LOVE the way I taste. Poor Dean had such a huge bulge in his pants when I stood up and he almost jumped when I sat back down on his lap, this time facing him.
“Awwww did your little sister make your big brother cock hard? MMMM I can feel it throbbing.” I gyrated hard against it.
“Ohhh Sara….” his hands clamped on my waist and he guided my body. I couldn’t stop wondering what his cock looked like, how it tasted. His breathing changed and I started to fear that he was going to cum. “….suck me. Suck my cock.”
“Oh my, you filthy fucking perv. What would mom and dad say if they heard you asking your little sister to do that?” I was just teasing him of course and I was already getting down onto my knees. My hands slid along that aching bulge and I tried to hide my eagerness to get his cock in my mouth. “Oh wow! You really are a BIG brother huh?”
He was bigger than Mr. Piedmont. Hell he was bigger than anyone I had ever been with but that wasn’t going to stop me. As I held him in my hand and let my tongue slide up and down the shaft he moaned. The pre-cum was literally flowing from the head and making him slippery and my tongue glided around that swollen head with ease until finally I opened my mouth and let in between my lips.
I cannot even explain how fucking slutty I felt as I bobbed my head up and down this man’s big cock but I do know that I loved it. I loved the control I had as well as the attention he was showering me with. For the first time I felt wanted and not the forgotten little girl I had felt like before. Sure it was fucked up from a psychological standpoint but from a physical aspect my little cunt was soaked.
“Sara! Ohhhh shit Sara! You’re gonna make me cum! Do it little sister! Make me fucking cum!” he was pushing into my mouth while I was sucking and slurping on him. I felt wetness dripping onto my tits and at first I thought he came but realized it was the copious amount of pre-cum as well as my own saliva.
“Do it! Cum for me! Cum all over my face! Cum all over you little sister’s face!” I gasped. He stood up and gave his cock a few quick hard strokes and finally erupted. He shot so much more cum than Mr. Piedmont and I thought he would never end. When he did though I felt his spunk heavy on my skin and dripping down from my face. “MMMM so much yummy cream.” I purred and licked his load from my hands.
“Shit Sara, that was….so….”
“Delicious?”
“Yeah that’s one way of putting it.” he laughed even as he watched me snaking my tongue through my fingers to get very last drop. I noticed a pearl of jizz hanging from the head of his dick and I slid my tongue out to catch it just as it finally broke free of his body. “Best 50 dollars I ever spent.” he chuckled as I straddled his lap again.
“By my count you still have 50 left and at least an hour until Mom and Dad get home.” his hands slide up my smooth legs and stopped on my ass. I could feel his cock recovering already. “Wanna take your horny little sister inside and fuck my brains out?”
He didn’t have to be asked twice and took almost no time in making his decision. He lifted me up, my small body clung to his muscular frame, and carried me inside. I felt my little pussy pulsating at the thought of finally getting the fucking I desperately wanted and by the time he dropped me down onto my bed he was already hard. He stared at me as I slid my hands down my body, from my tits to the little panties that tried like hell to hide my needy cunt. In turn, my eyes locked onto the view of his thick, swollen cock and how it slightly bounced as he stripped down and then closed the gap between us.
“You ready to see your little sister’s pussy?” I smiled at him while I began to push my g-string down my thighs. He moaned when my gash finally came into full view. I spread my thighs wide and propped myself up on my elbows.
“Shit. Sara, I don’t have a condom.” he worried even though he never took his eyes away from my body and began to slowly stroke his cock.
“MMMM it’s OK. Just don’t cum inside, OK? I don’t think Daddy would approve of you getting your little sister pregnant.” I smiled at him and he stood at the edge of the bed.
I felt his strong, rough hands on my knees, pushing my legs open even wider and watched his fat cockhead sliding up and down my slit. It looked so huge next to my small body and I was actually a little worried that it would hurt. I was tempted to ask him to go slow but a something in my brain squelched that notion. I wanted….I NEEDED to be fucked hard. My young body ached to be filled beyond belief and just get pounded for this man’s pleasure and mine. So I watched and then gasped as his girth pushed and he penetrated me.
“Oh my god! You’re so fucking tight!” his eyes closed, focusing solely on the physical sensation.
“Ungh! Yes! Ohhh fuck me! Fuck your little sister! Fuck my pussy!” it started out as almost a whisper but it quickly grew into a scream as he slammed himself into me. At first he kept his eyes shut. Just holding himself up as he repeatedly thrust in and out of my body. “Ohh yesssss! Give it to me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder and tell me what a little fucking whore I am?” I begged.
Dean’s eyes snapped open and he watched as his cock slammed into me. He slid his arms underneath my legs and his hand latched onto my waist so that he could pull me onto his cock as he slammed it up into my hungry pussy.
“You are a fucking whore aren’t you Sara?”
“YES!”
“Dirty little fucking slut”
“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!” my legs wrapped around hum and I came.
“That’s it little sister, fucking slut, cum on my fucking cock you filthy fucking whore!” he berated me and held his cock buried deep inside me as I came. Eventually he pushed away from me and I figured he was going to cum. Instead he put me on my side with my thighs together and my pussy exposed. His hands pushed down on me, holding me onto the bed, and he rammed his meat back into my drenched fuckhole.
“Yes, fuck that pussy! Fucking use your little sister’s pussy!” his head tilted back in effort.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna fucking cum!” he screamed.
“Give it to me! Give your slutty lil sister all that cum!”
“Where? Tell me where slut!”
“Cum on my pussy! Cover my little whore cunt in your fucking cum!” I had already had him get off on my face and truth be told I had seen a porn movie once and the guy busted all over the girl’s cunt and I always found that to be kind of hot. Dean must have thought so too because he pulled out and started to stroke his cock. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs again to give him a target. It only took a few more strokes and he started to spurt. I watched, and felt, as spurt after spurt coated my quivering snatch. I wasn’t expecting there to be much since it was his second load of the night but boy was I wrong. By the time he was finally finished my puffy little pink pussy was dripping in his cream.
“Oh shit Sara….that was fucking good!” he laid on the bed next to me. I couldn’t help but watch his cock, glistening with my juices, as it started to retreat. I scooped some of his cum from my body and smeared it on his dick and then sucked him clean. He was so sensitive that he had to beg me to stop. If he hadn’t I would have sucked him hard so he could continue to fuck me but apparently two loads was Dean’s limit for the night.
“I really hope you come visit your little sister more often.” I giggled as he got dressed.
“I’ll see you on payday.” he winked as he left.
After he was gone I laid there, naked and sweaty, and tasted his cum from my glazed mound. Even though I had just gotten laid I was still wanting more but none was to be found. I drifted off to sleep with my pussy still covered in cum.
“Oh fuck Mrs. Jensen….ass is so fucking tight!” he yelped as he pounds into my asshole.
“Yeah fuck her harder! Come on you MILF whore! Fucking ride my dick! Make me fucking cum!” the one in my pussy demands then starts to bite down on my nipple.
“Come you two, hurry the fuck and cum. I wanna see her holes dripping with it.” the only other female in the room, Cassie, instructs from the corner as she watches and rubs her own pussy. She doesn’t have to wait long and they both cum almost simultaneously.
Most people wouldn’t recognize a porn star when they are out and about in their normal everyday lives….especially one that hasn’t made a movie in over 15 years and as a 35 year old mother of two I took a little solace in that. Besides it wasn’t like I was a huge mega star in the first place.
My career lasted all of 18 months and this was before the days of widespread internet porn and the exposure the girls get these days. When I was relevant porn was just starting to hit the internet but still mostly relegated to adult books stores and those little rooms at the back of your neighborhood video rental shop.
The irony of the situation is that my claim to porn fame actually came after I “retired” from the industry. I became pregnant and decided to pull the plug but the production company came to me a few weeks later with an idea. It was to be called “Gang Bang Me and Knock Me Up”. Yeah I know, real creative title huh?
The premise was that I was a young teenage girl that would, as you might have guessed, get gang fucked by a bunch of guys and let them impregnate me. Technically speaking at 19 ½ I was still in my teens and the fact that I was always so petite and I looked younger sold the notion. The reality was that I was already 4 weeks pregnant. So long story short I made the movie, these 10 men fucked me and got off inside me then when I started to show they shot a short bit with me showing off my baby bump. Honestly I figured that it would end up in porn obscurity and at the time it did. My life moved on and eventually that movie and the rest became distant memories. Or at least up until about two weeks ago when four of my eldest’s schoolmates found it online. It was then used to blackmail me into having sex with them. Sometimes one on one but usually as a group. At first I hated it and I still acted like I did but the truth is that I actually started to love the attention of Cassie and the boys and the sex was proving to be better than I was getting from my husband. But this isn’t a story about that, this is about how I even got started down the path that would eventually lead me to being used in a cheap motel by 4 teenagers.
I guess if I had to choose a starting point it would have to be the summer that I turned 12. That was the Summer that the carnival came to town and when it left my Mother left with it. Dad did a pretty good job at first but when the lumber mill in town closed he and about half of the town was out of work. Jobs in the area were beyond scarce and the only decent job he could get was as a long haul truck driver. I was 13 by then and mature enough that he felt comfortable leaving me home alone while he was out for weeks, sometimes months at a time. He would send money for groceries, rent and any other bills and then he sent The Letter.
It was the first day of Summer vacation from school and I had just turned 14. I still remember the day it arrived because it felt a lot thicker than usual. The envelope had a couple thousand dollars and a note. I’ll spare you the details and just say that he said that things were getting too hard for him and that he decided that I would be better off being raised by someone that could care for me the way I needed. I was shaking with fear as I read that note. Not because I was alone, I had been for a while now. No my fear was that I would end up in the foster system. It was widely known that the system in the area was a nightmare. We lived in such a small town that CPS was almost nonexistent. I would end up using the cash he sent to bankroll me until I could figure out what to do….and I would have some fun until then.
I made it through the entire summer before I was completely broke. Rent was way past overdue and the landlord was calling every day until the phone was disconnected. He would come by the house and I would hide until he left. Inevitably though he caught me by surprise. I was expecting a boy I was seeing so when I opened the door I was shocked to see him. Of course he wanted his rent money and of course I didn’t have it. I finally broke down and told him everything. I told him about how daddy wasn’t coming back and that I had no place to go. He mentioned the foster care system and I cried like I never had in my life and he knew why.
“I cannot let you stay here rent free and even if I could it looks like you’re a short throw away from starving. I think you should get your things together and I’ll drive you to the Sheriff’s office and they can take it from there.” I cried and I protested and I begged but eventually I gave in and 10 minutes later I had a bag packed with everything I owned and I was in Mr. Piedmont’s car headed towards town.
He was silent as he drove. He got into town, then to the Sheriff’s office and then he kept on going until we passed through the opposite side of our little town. He finally pulled into the parking lot of a small little motel. I looked up at him with no doubt a scared look. He only smiled.
“Um Mr. Piedmont?”
“Come on.” he opened his door and got out of the car. I followed him to the back of the motel and into a small room. It was dirty and dingy and looked like the cleaning lady hadn’t even thought about this room in a long time.
“What? What are we doing here?”
“Well I had an idea. A proposition for you. I own this little shit hole motel and this is the manager’s apartment. I haven’t had anyone on-site in a long time though.”
“I don’t know how to manage a motel.”
“I’m not offering you a job. What I am offering you is a place to stay.” my eyes lit up that I was not going to be sent to a foster home even if it meant staying in this dump.
“Oh thank you sir! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Easy there little girl. I am not running a flop house. This isn’t a charitable offer. This comes with certain stipulations.” his eyes scanned up and down my body. I was only 4’ 10” with 32B tits but I had a nice thick bubble butt that boys and men both seemed to stare at. I figured this was the point where he would tell me that he wants to fuck me. I wouldn’t have minded I mean after all I wasn’t a virgin. He wouldn’t even be the first older man that to fuck me. One of Daddy’s friends owns that honor.
That particular day I was wearing a tiny little pair of jean shorts and a bikini top and as he looked down at me I saw his eyes focus onto the green triangles of material and when I looked down I noticed that my nipples were hard. He looked away and scanned the room.
“As you can see this place is a dump. I have absolutely no intent of fixing it up either. If you accept the deal and you want to spruce the place up then that’s up to you. There is a maintenance shed in the back with cleaning supplies and there might be some paint if you are so inclined.” I looked around and while it was filthy and smelled of something that can only be described as a combination of boiled cabbage and wet dog I had no other options. Besides I could clean it up and make do until I came up with a plan.
“So um….what do I have to do? For you I mean?” I was 14 and all alone and if that meant I had to spread my legs for this man then I was prepared to do that.
“Well for starters….” he adjusted his glasses and smiled at me. “You’ll do chores around the property. Mow the grass, sweep the parking lot, help out with the cleaning lady if she needs it and anything else that Marg might need. She works the front desk by the way.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Piedmont. You have no idea how much this means to me.” I was almost in tears knowing that, at least for the time, I wouldn’t be handed over to some social worker.
“Like I said, this isn’t a handout and if I feel that you’re not holding up to your end of the deal I’ll bounce your ass in a heartbeat and let the county deal with you. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now, have you eaten?”
“No.” he took me into the next town and bought me some groceries and then a sack of fast-food burgers. The rain started falling heavily as we pulled up into the motel’s parking lot.
“Now if anyone asks you’re 18 and you’re working for room and board. Marg has been hinting at wanting a raise and if she thinks I’ve hired someone else she will pitch a fit at me.” he held up the key to the room and as I went to grab it he pulled it away. “Oh not so fast. You need to pay your rent first.” I was confused. He knew I didn’t have any money. He leered at me and then started to unzip his pants. I watched as he pulled his cock out and leaned back. “Well?”
I guess instinct took over and I leaned down and started to stroke his cock while I let my tongue swirl around the tip. I heard him moan softly and then he pushed down on my head. I took him in until I felt his pubic hair on my lips. I enjoyed sucking cock and everyone I went down on had said I was really good at it. My lips started to slide up and down his shaft and I gently held his cum filled balls in my tiny hand. His hand started sliding up and down my back and then he untied my bikini top. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter.
“MMMM you like that Mr. Piedmont?” he just pushed my moth back down onto his cock.
“Shut up and keep sucking my cock Sara. This is going to be your rent from now on. Oh that’s it Sara, pay that fucking rent.” I was sucking and slurping and doing my best to give him the best blow job he has ever had. I felt his body tense up and I sensed that he was close. “Yes! Keep going! Keep going you little slut! I’m going to cum1 I’m going to cum in that slutty fucking mouth!” and he did. His cock pumped load after load into my mouth to the point that it was coming out faster than I could swallow so it started to drip from the corners of my lips.
Finally he was finished and I cleaned the rest of him from my face. He handed me the key and told me to get out. As I closed the door he reminded me that he would be by in a few days for the rent.
Over the next few weeks I had cleaned up the apartment and painted it. I found a hot plate and Marg gave me an old toaster oven. Mr. Piedmont would stop by a couple times a week to collect the rent but he never would fuck me. My little pussy would be dripping wet as he shot his load on my face and sometimes on my tits but never once did he try to fuck me. I thought it was odd and one night when he stopped by I decided to ask.
It was one of his rare late night visits and as soon as I saw him at the door I got wet. It wasn’t that I found him to be overtly attractive. He was decent looking enough. Not ugly but also not what a typical 14 year old girl would find “hot”. As usual he would come in and have me take his cock out. I was on my knees licking up and down his shaft listening to him call me a slut and a whore (I was really starting to love the way he spoke to me) while I finger fucked myself. He didn’t last too long that night and was soon shooting his cum onto my face and even into my hair. When he was done I leaned back and spread my thighs wide so he could see my glistening hairless cunt.
“MMMM Mr. Piedmont? Don’t you wanna fuck me? Don’t you wanna feel this tight little pussy on that hard cock?” he only smiled at me and put his cock back in his pants.
“Sara, I am a married man.” he held up his hand and pointed to his wedding ring. “I have no intent of cheating on my lovely wife and blow jobs don’t count. Besides, you’re 14. I have no intention to going to jail for fucking some jailbait slut.” and with that he was gone. I laid there with his cum fresh on my skin while I finished myself off, first with my fingers then with the handle of my hairbrush. It was an all too familiar occurrence and sucking cock and not getting any inside me was making me hyper-horny. It would be over a month before that itch was scratched.
The motel was not the type of place you would bring your family to while you enjoyed some local attraction. It was the sort of establishment that you might bring some bimbo so you could throw your cock into her for a couple hours. There were no attractions within 100 miles unless you count the run down strip club next door. It was more likely that someone would get a room for four hours then they would for an entire night. Then all of a sudden we started having “long term” tenants when construction started down the road on a new shopping center.
I started to notice the two guys staying in a room two doors down from me or maybe it was them that noticed me. I would catch them looking at me while I was out cleaning up the parking lot or mowing the little patches of grass. I think they purposefully threw their cigarettes out directly in front of their room so that I would have to spend more time bent over giving them a perfect view outside their window. Over the weeks I would learn that their names were Dean and Greg. Greg was 35 and an electrician. Dean was 24 and was Greg’s apprentice. They were nice and it was fun flirting with them but neither took the initiative to try something with me and since I never saw them apart and I wasn’t really interested in a threesome I never made a move either. Eventually that all changed.
Summer gave way to Fall and the temperatures plummeted but then we had about a week of really warm weather. Marg called it Indian Summer, all I knew was that I was able to wear the tiny little tops and short shorts that I loved and sit out on the little fenced in patio that my room had. It was late when I saw Dean come walking by and for the first time Greg was no where to be seen.
“Hey! Where you headed?” it took a second for him to see me but then he smiled.
“Well hey Sara. What are you doing out here?”
“Just enjoying the weather while I can.” I had found some beers in one of the empty rooms and offered him one. “You never did tell me where you were going and where is Greg?”
“He’s back home. It’s his wife’s birthday. He should be back tomorrow.” he took a long pull from the bottle but didn’t answer my original question.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Where were you going this late?” he smiled but looked a little embarrassed to answer me.
“I was uh….I was going next door for a bit.”
“The strip club?!?! Are you serious? There’s nothing but nasty, skanky old ladies there!” He laughed then changed the subject. We had a couple more beers and I flirted a little. As the night air turned cooler, and my pussy started to get moist, my nipples got hard. They were like pencil erasers poking against my thin little tank top and I did nothing to hide them.
“Not like there is much else to do here and hell I can go over there with $100, get a couple drinks and a couple lap dances and still have $50 when I leave. Unless I get a blow job.” he started laughing and I smiled even though I was thinking about that $50.
“Tell you what, you stay here, give me the $50 and I’ll give you all the lap dances you can stand.” he started laughing again but I didn’t. He realized then that I wasn’t joking.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Very. I mean I could use the money and I know I’m hotter than Old One Tooth Wanda. What do you say?”
“Fuck yeah!” I clicked on the small radio and started to sway to the music while I slowly stripped. Dean sipped his beer and massaged the bulge growing in his pants. By the time I straddled him and ground my ass down to him I was only wearing a red g-string. I had my back to him and leaned up against him. He seemed unsure of what to do with his hands.
“MMMM this isn’t the strip club Dean. You can touch me.” I took his hands and put them on my tits. My pussy went from moist to wet almost instantly.
“Are you sure you’re 18?” it seemed like an odd question from a man that was slowly working his hand into my panties.
“Yes. What makes you ask that?” I was moaning now as he started to rub against my clit.
“You just really remind me of my little sister.”
“Oh? How old is she?”
“16.”
“MMMM is she hot?” he didn’t answer but he did moan. “MMMM do you get hard thinking about her? Do you ever jerk off thinking about her?” he didn’t answer, instead he slipped a finger up into my tight, tight little pussy. I spread my legs wider and when I looked back he kissed me.
His was the first fingers other than mine to touchy my hungry little pussy in months and I was literally dripping as he worked another finger in. His free hand started to work harder on my tits and I felt that lump in his lap getting bigger and bigger.
“MMMM you see how wet your make your little sister’s pussy? Ohhhh fuck yessss! Finger me! Make me cum! Make your little sister cum!” he was silently focused on getting me off and I think not shooting his own load in his pants. When the wave or orgasmic tremors hit my leg locked around his hand and I felt my juices trying to escape my body as quick and fast as possible. Eventually the sensitivity subsided and he withdrew his fingers only for me to quickly take them into my mouth and lick them clean. Guys really seem to love this move and truth be told I LOVE the way I taste. Poor Dean had such a huge bulge in his pants when I stood up and he almost jumped when I sat back down on his lap, this time facing him.
“Awwww did your little sister make your big brother cock hard? MMMM I can feel it throbbing.” I gyrated hard against it.
“Ohhh Sara….” his hands clamped on my waist and he guided my body. I couldn’t stop wondering what his cock looked like, how it tasted. His breathing changed and I started to fear that he was going to cum. “….suck me. Suck my cock.”
“Oh my, you filthy fucking perv. What would mom and dad say if they heard you asking your little sister to do that?” I was just teasing him of course and I was already getting down onto my knees. My hands slid along that aching bulge and I tried to hide my eagerness to get his cock in my mouth. “Oh wow! You really are a BIG brother huh?”
He was bigger than Mr. Piedmont. Hell he was bigger than anyone I had ever been with but that wasn’t going to stop me. As I held him in my hand and let my tongue slide up and down the shaft he moaned. The pre-cum was literally flowing from the head and making him slippery and my tongue glided around that swollen head with ease until finally I opened my mouth and let in between my lips.
I cannot even explain how fucking slutty I felt as I bobbed my head up and down this man’s big cock but I do know that I loved it. I loved the control I had as well as the attention he was showering me with. For the first time I felt wanted and not the forgotten little girl I had felt like before. Sure it was fucked up from a psychological standpoint but from a physical aspect my little cunt was soaked.
“Sara! Ohhhh shit Sara! You’re gonna make me cum! Do it little sister! Make me fucking cum!” he was pushing into my mouth while I was sucking and slurping on him. I felt wetness dripping onto my tits and at first I thought he came but realized it was the copious amount of pre-cum as well as my own saliva.
“Do it! Cum for me! Cum all over my face! Cum all over you little sister’s face!” I gasped. He stood up and gave his cock a few quick hard strokes and finally erupted. He shot so much more cum than Mr. Piedmont and I thought he would never end. When he did though I felt his spunk heavy on my skin and dripping down from my face. “MMMM so much yummy cream.” I purred and licked his load from my hands.
“Shit Sara, that was….so….”
“Delicious?”
“Yeah that’s one way of putting it.” he laughed even as he watched me snaking my tongue through my fingers to get very last drop. I noticed a pearl of jizz hanging from the head of his dick and I slid my tongue out to catch it just as it finally broke free of his body. “Best 50 dollars I ever spent.” he chuckled as I straddled his lap again.
“By my count you still have 50 left and at least an hour until Mom and Dad get home.” his hands slide up my smooth legs and stopped on my ass. I could feel his cock recovering already. “Wanna take your horny little sister inside and fuck my brains out?”
He didn’t have to be asked twice and took almost no time in making his decision. He lifted me up, my small body clung to his muscular frame, and carried me inside. I felt my little pussy pulsating at the thought of finally getting the fucking I desperately wanted and by the time he dropped me down onto my bed he was already hard. He stared at me as I slid my hands down my body, from my tits to the little panties that tried like hell to hide my needy cunt. In turn, my eyes locked onto the view of his thick, swollen cock and how it slightly bounced as he stripped down and then closed the gap between us.
“You ready to see your little sister’s pussy?” I smiled at him while I began to push my g-string down my thighs. He moaned when my gash finally came into full view. I spread my thighs wide and propped myself up on my elbows.
“Shit. Sara, I don’t have a condom.” he worried even though he never took his eyes away from my body and began to slowly stroke his cock.
“MMMM it’s OK. Just don’t cum inside, OK? I don’t think Daddy would approve of you getting your little sister pregnant.” I smiled at him and he stood at the edge of the bed.
I felt his strong, rough hands on my knees, pushing my legs open even wider and watched his fat cockhead sliding up and down my slit. It looked so huge next to my small body and I was actually a little worried that it would hurt. I was tempted to ask him to go slow but a something in my brain squelched that notion. I wanted….I NEEDED to be fucked hard. My young body ached to be filled beyond belief and just get pounded for this man’s pleasure and mine. So I watched and then gasped as his girth pushed and he penetrated me.
“Oh my god! You’re so fucking tight!” his eyes closed, focusing solely on the physical sensation.
“Ungh! Yes! Ohhh fuck me! Fuck your little sister! Fuck my pussy!” it started out as almost a whisper but it quickly grew into a scream as he slammed himself into me. At first he kept his eyes shut. Just holding himself up as he repeatedly thrust in and out of my body. “Ohh yesssss! Give it to me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder and tell me what a little fucking whore I am?” I begged.
Dean’s eyes snapped open and he watched as his cock slammed into me. He slid his arms underneath my legs and his hand latched onto my waist so that he could pull me onto his cock as he slammed it up into my hungry pussy.
“You are a fucking whore aren’t you Sara?”
“YES!”
“Dirty little fucking slut”
“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!” my legs wrapped around hum and I came.
“That’s it little sister, fucking slut, cum on my fucking cock you filthy fucking whore!” he berated me and held his cock buried deep inside me as I came. Eventually he pushed away from me and I figured he was going to cum. Instead he put me on my side with my thighs together and my pussy exposed. His hands pushed down on me, holding me onto the bed, and he rammed his meat back into my drenched fuckhole.
“Yes, fuck that pussy! Fucking use your little sister’s pussy!” his head tilted back in effort.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna fucking cum!” he screamed.
“Give it to me! Give your slutty lil sister all that cum!”
“Where? Tell me where slut!”
“Cum on my pussy! Cover my little whore cunt in your fucking cum!” I had already had him get off on my face and truth be told I had seen a porn movie once and the guy busted all over the girl’s cunt and I always found that to be kind of hot. Dean must have thought so too because he pulled out and started to stroke his cock. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs again to give him a target. It only took a few more strokes and he started to spurt. I watched, and felt, as spurt after spurt coated my quivering snatch. I wasn’t expecting there to be much since it was his second load of the night but boy was I wrong. By the time he was finally finished my puffy little pink pussy was dripping in his cream.
“Oh shit Sara….that was fucking good!” he laid on the bed next to me. I couldn’t help but watch his cock, glistening with my juices, as it started to retreat. I scooped some of his cum from my body and smeared it on his dick and then sucked him clean. He was so sensitive that he had to beg me to stop. If he hadn’t I would have sucked him hard so he could continue to fuck me but apparently two loads was Dean’s limit for the night.
“I really hope you come visit your little sister more often.” I giggled as he got dressed.
“I’ll see you on payday.” he winked as he left.
After he was gone I laid there, naked and sweaty, and tasted his cum from my glazed mound. Even though I had just gotten laid I was still wanting more but none was to be found. I drifted off to sleep with my pussy still covered in cum.
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