If you love to be abused, used, degraded, and humiliated. Then this epic is for you, my lil whores.
“Just a greedy fucking bitch, can’t even wait till you get home.”
Sunil’s voice was a rumble, a throb against my slicked-up flesh that went right to my already sore cunt. Inside the car, the cold seats sent a chill down my bare back. His thick fingers dug into the softness of my hips, holding me down. He shoved his cock into me from behind, each thrust a rough, perfect beat.
“Yes! Fuck, yes! You greedy bitch, Daddy,” I whimper, words muddled as my face is crushed against the headrest. They are at a dark, abandoned service road, the only illumination the muted orange hue of a distant street lamp. “Fuck me harder. Make me feel you tomorrow.”
It had begun a little shy of three hours prior, in the climate-controlled, spotless sanctum of his private villa. I’d worn the tiny sundress that I knew would reach him. The one his own boyfriend, his son Rohan, had purchased for me. The door swung open, and he was standing there.
Sunil, in crumpled linen pants and a polo shirt, was the very picture of a successful, bored businessman. Starving and dark eyebrows glared at me from top to bottom, sandals to sun blonde hair, and that was the moment when his stern father mask folded.
“Lavanya, Rohan said, perhaps you’d come to retrieve his notes,” he stated in a matter-of-fact way, but his eyes were anything but.
“He was,” I told him, slipping in without an invitation, running my hip along his as I did. The doorway was marble and chill. “Though maybe we can speak of something else.”
He accompanied me into the vast, vacant living room. “Oh? And what is that?”
I put my handbag down on the ground without taking my eyes off him. “I screwed your son in his auto this afternoon. Your little man was not up to getting me wet. Your thoughts have been dominating me throughout the day, Sunil. Your prick.”
He: “A dirty little creature, aren’t you?”
Me: “For you? Always.”
That was an invitation enough. In a single movement, he held my wrist with his hard palm, whereas my palm was soft. He pinned me face-first against the back of a massive leather sofa, the scent of heavy polish in my nostrils.
“What do you deserve, you little randi?” he panted in my ear, his face in my ear as he pulled my dress up my waist with his other hand. He felt my raw skin as I wasn’t naked.
“Anything,” I breathed, already rubbing my ass against him. “I deserve anything that you’ve got to offer me.”
His hand came down hard against my right ass cheek, the sound a great crack in the silent room. A hot, lively burn spread against my flesh. I yelped, but a yell of pure necessity.
You deserve to be used,” he snarled, slapping my other cheek, then wiping the burn away with his rough hand. “You’re nothing but a slit that I can stick my prick in. My son’s stupid little cum-dog.”
I heard him spitting on his hand, then he was rubbing his thick & hard dick against my slippery cunt. “This is what you came for? You want this old prick after your boyfriends?”
“Yes, Daddy, please,” I coaxed, the guilt causing goosebumps along the full length of my body. “I require it. I’ve been a sex-starved nympho for you.”
He hadn’t violated me. Not yet. He was just teasing, the head of his cock stroking against my clit, moving along my dampness, driving me nuts. “Ask nice, you mother fucker.”
“Please, Sunil! Please fuck my tight cunt with your big cock!” I shouted into the leather.
He repaid me by banging into me with a single harsh, perfect thrust. I saw stars. He was so much thicker, so much harder than Rohan. He stretched me full to overflowing in a way that was almost painful, a deep, stretching, amazing fullness.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You and your pussy belong to me; I own it. Do you understand? You come to me when I want you. You take my cum.”
“It’s yours! It’s all yours!”. I can feel him completely, while he was fucking me, on one side, I was in ecstasy, and the room was filled with the sound of his balls hitting my pussy, along with the wet sound.
I loved the way he treated me, he stopped fucking and told –
“Open your mouth, my swine, nasty slut.”
I looked up at him, at his red face and his magnificent cock, shiny with my fluids. I opened wide. With every thrust, his cock was touching the depth of my throat; he was face fucking me as hard as he could; he was using me like a submissive slave.
I couldn’t bear it, but I was enjoying it. I wanted to see how far he could go. His dominance and rude behaviour were making me surrender to him. I felt powerless.
You’re gonna swallow every Drop,” he said to him, his voice tense. “You’re gonna have my cum in you during the day, hear me? You do not clean up. You leave this place with my payload dribbling between your legs.”.
A hot torrent of salt was poured down the back of my throat. Convulsively, I swallowed and swallowed again until I was drained. I was a winner. A champion.
That was not enough. The return journey back home, remembering his cum dripping out of me, was painful. I called him.
“Daddy… I’m not happy, Daddy, I’m not satisfied, I need you.”
His SUV arrived next to me a full ten minutes later. Before he could park it, I hopped in.
That was why I was here, huddled in the back seat of his car, on the side of the road, sucking his dick like that was my only purpose for living.
“You enjoy this, don’t you?” he snarled, his pace getting desperate, feral. “You enjoy sitting here as my roadside randi?”
“Yeah! I love it! I fucking love your dick!” I yelped, my own release tearing me apart, so fierce that it blinded me. My internal muscles were gripping him, pumping him, wanting him to come.
He treated me to a final long grind, bedding himself to the bone, and I was caught up in the hot throbbing of his second orgasm. He dropped across my back, his weight pinning me to the seat, both of us panting and slick with sweat.
He receded, and a stream of both our fluids leaked on the upholstery. I did not budge. I just sat there, used and whole.
At home, I was sitting on my bunk, taking the small pill. I stared at myself in the mirror, at the patch of red on my ass, at my messy hair and triumphant look on my face.
Rohan’s sweet, innocent girlfriend.
I smiled. His daddy’s dirty little bitch.
Sunil’s phone was vibrating against the counter next to me. A new message.
You left your panties, you nympho. Get them. Tomorrow. Sunil’s glass door was ajar a fraction, just as he’d said he’d leave it. My heart beat against my ribcage, a lobster-pot clamour under my simple silk blouse.
“The numbers in the report for Q3 are not sustainable, Mahesh,” his voice growled, smooth and authoritative, into the speakerphone perched on his desk. “I’m not concerned with swings in the market. You have a new approach on my desk by EOD.”
I slipped in, the thick carpet muting my footfalls. The smell was that of a costly scent and power. I knelt to the floor behind his imposing teak desk, a spot more comfortable to me than any lecture theatre seat. My fingers shook as I freed his buckle, the clinking sound of metal against metal too harsh for my ears.
He did not move. I unzipped his pants and released his cock. Already semi-hard, he was thick and heavy within my hand. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled him into my face, my lips stretching around his bulk, my tongue unrolling along his shaft.
Sunil paused on a breath for a bare half-second. “And if the logistics crew can’t handle the throughput, then bring me a crew that can.” His voice was still firm, but I saw the minute tremble in his legs. I worked him harder, gagging a little as his cock head hit the back of my throat.
I drained my cheeks, pulling harder, my hand coming up to complement what my mouth couldn’t take in. “That’s it, Daddy. Talk your business while your little randi gags on your dick.”
I moaned around him. He shifted his weight, and his hand rested on my head. Not guiding me. Just claiming me. Possessing me.
“This is approved. See that it is done,” as he disconnected the call. The hand pressed against the top of my head, the lust in his eyes and desire.
“You dirty little cunt,” he snarled, his voice harsh now, stripped of its business finish. “Licking my dick while I’m putting together a fucking merger.”
“You simply can’t wait, Daddy,” I panted, my lips glistening with my own saliva. “I had to have your flavour.”
He saw deep in my eyes. I didn’t expect what’s supposed to come, he face fucked me, jerking his waist, ramming himself to the back of my throat. I coughed, I gagged, tears filled up in my eyes, but I took it. I took all of him.
You’ll swallow every single drop, greedy bitch,” he breathed, his strokes becoming irregular. “You are my fucking cum-dog.”.
The harsh words precipitated a new surge of heat across my core. I felt him swell, his abdominal muscles tensing. On a final, long push, he came, hot explosions of cum striking the back of my tongue. I gulped spasmodically, missing not a solitary drop, and milked his prick with my lips until he was soft.
I took a step back, panting for breath, cum beading on my chin. I gazed upward at him with a depraved notion building in my mind. “Thanks, Daddy,” I breathed. “What would be perfect?”
He put his softening dick back in his pants. While adjusting, he saw me with a puzzled look.
“I want to be your randi. Seriously,” I said to him, the fantasy dripping from me. “I want you to take me somewhere… rough. Somewhere dirty. I want to be fucked by big, rough lorry men.
I want them to treat me like the cheap slut that I am to you. Want you to watch. Want you to tape it.”
Sunil’s grin was dark and direct. “Tumkur Road. Tuesday night.”
I knew I wanted this, but somewhere, a small fear mixed with excitement was there as we approached the truck stop, which was deafening. We parked the SUV in the darkness at the opposite side of the lot. He came back after having talked to a group of truckers, with two men in tow.
There was a middle-aged man, roughly fifty, with a shaved head and a thick, muscular build protruding behind a dirty vest. The other was younger, my age, a thin stud with envious eyes and swaggering stride. They saw me top to bottom, literally scanning me.
“Saab, you weren’t kidding. She is a top-quality piece,” stated the younger one.
Sunil had just opened the back door of the SUV. “She’s yours. One hour. Condoms. And remember, I’m recording,” saying so, he took his phone.
The older man got in action 1st, he lifted me, holding my hips onto the leather seat. “Show me this rich pink cunt, girl.”
He just asked me one question, “Do you have a spare dress?”
Me: I nodded.
He didn’t even hesitate a second; he tore my shorts off, not even taking the time with the buttons. The younger guy piled in, banging the door closed behind himself.
The bald one shoved me over the centre console, my ass in the air. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them over my tight hole, then onto my clit. “Look at this slut, ready for us,” he said, taking the condom packet, then the blunt, insistent pressure of his cock against my ass.
I’d never done this. I cried out as he pushed inside, a sharp, burning stretch that made me see stars.
“Take it, you bitch,” he snarled in my ear. He thrust my head to the side and shoved his dick into my face.
I was spit-roasted, stuffed to overflowing, property of these men. The older man was thrusting my ass with a hard, relentless beat, each thrust snapping me forward across the cock in my face. The younger man was gripping my head, twisting my face with gusto.
“Gag on that, you mother fucker,” he moaned. The burning in my ass was turning to a deep, demeaning ecstasy. I was their object, their plaything.
The bald man was panting, his rhythm picking up, his balls thumping against my moist pussy.
“Gonna fill this condom up for you, randi,” he moaned.
The younger stud yanked his prick out of my face. “My turn in that ass.” They swapped positions in a stiff, panting shuffle. Now the younger man was behind me, his thinner prick gliding into my well-opened ass with less agony, more hot friction.
The older man jammed his thick prick into my moist cunt. That was all. Double penetration. I was torn open, stuffed, and used to the full. The SUV bucked on its axles.
Sunil’s cell phone flash was a cold, unblinking eye, documenting every embarrassing minute. I came, a big orgasm that ripped itself free, my muscles gripping the two cocks that were taking me.
It was a one-time gift of their lifetime, hence they screwed me to the fullest. The young stud pulled his dick out and cum on my back.
The older man followed soon afterwards, thrusting into the condom in my pussy with a low, primal moan. They stood up. The old man pulled his pants, searched for something and threw a 500-rupee note on my face.
“For your trouble, sweetheart.” He settled into the driver’s seat, not bothering even to look at me. He started the engine. “Happy now, nympho?” I had the money balled up in a fist, a trophy. “Almost, Daddy.” I was already planning what to spend my first paycheck on. Bras. Underwear. For him.
The video was playing across his phone screen, a disgusting, beautiful recording of my degradation. He just shook his head, a black laugh slipping between his lips.
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