02-07-2020, 07:09 PM
“’Course you do. Anyone can see a hot little bitch like you is going to love having her cunt fingered. Can’t get enough of it, can you. What about your arse? You take it up the shitter?”
I groaned as he removed his fingers from my pussy and began to press one digit against my puckered little hole. I felt my sphincter relax at once and his finger slid slowly into me.
He grunted happily as he slid his finger into me. “I see you like it up the arse too! You let your boyfriend fuck you up there? Well do you?”
I nodded.
“Hmmmm. I might fancy having you that way myself. Have you pull your arse cheeks apart for me, then stuff my prick up your tight little shitter. Would you like that?”
Without waiting for a response, he carried on, “I bet you would! I bet you love it up the arse, don’t you. I bet you beg for it that way, don’t you? Why don’t you beg me for it that way? Go on, ask me to fuck you up the arse. Do it!”
“Please, Billy.” I whispered, “Please fuck me up the arse.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He snapped, “Turn around.” He barked, pulling his fingers out of me.
I turned to face him again. His face looked angry. My blouse still hung open, my bra pushed up above my breasts.
“Let’s have another look at those jugs of yours.” He smirked. I held open my blouse for him.
“Oh that’s good. Stay like that.” He ordered. Without warning he suddenly lashed out and began top slap my breasts. The first blows left me too shocked to move, and then the stinging sensation reached my brain and I tried to protect myself from his assault.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from my body, then he roughly grabbed my face, pulling me towards him. “Keep still you little slut!” He growled, “Or I’ll make you really sorry.” He then began to slap my breasts again. I had no choice but to sit there holding my blouse open, exposing my bare breasts for him, letting him hit me, gasping with each slap, with each stinging blow. Occasionally he would reach out and pinch one of my nipples, making me cry out in pain. His face would light up with pleasure and amusement, then there’d be more slaps, stinging my skin. All the time he kept up a stream of abuse.
“I’m not going to give it to you up the arse, or even up the cunt. No. I’m going to make you pay for being such a stuck up bitch earlier on. You’re going to suck me off, got that? Maybe that’ll teach you to be nicer to your boyfriend. No wonder he threw you out of the car. He probably knows what kind of a slut you are, dropping your knickers for the first bloke to give you a lift, begging him to fuck you up the arse. Jesus! You really are a cheap little slut, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He yelled.
“Yes!” I yelled back, desperate to get out of there but too scared to try to run,
“Yes I’m a cheap little slut. I’m sorry Billy, please don’t hurt me any more, I’m sorry.”
He laughed again, then leaned back in his seat and opened his dirty, oil stained jeans. He pushed them down to mid thigh, then motioned for me to begin.
“Get on with it then, I don’t have all fuckin’ night, do I? Oh, and any teeth marks and re-arrange your face, got it?”
I nodded and moved over to him. It was all I could do to find his cock beneath the rolls of fat, but finally I did and began to suck him as best as I could. He chuckled to himself as I stroked his balls, and I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth. He tasted and smelt awful. I felt sick as I inhaled his body odour and tasted the skin of his cock as it slid over my tongue. I hoped he’d come quickly, but he seemed to be enjoying the experience. He kept reaching down and grabbing one of my breasts, mauling it roughly, pinching my nipple.
Once or twice he patted me gently on the head, muttering, “There’s a good girl.” Then I felt him stiffen and I knew he was about to come. I got ready to pull away from him, but he grabbed my head with both hands and forced my face down onto his cock as he started to shoot into my mouth. I swallowed all of his noxious seed, retching as I did so. Finally, he finished, gasping for breath and reaching for his cigarettes. He released his grip on my head, allowing me to sit up in my seat.
I pulled my bra back into place then fastened my blouse. When I reached for my knickers he snatched them from me. “I’ll have those.” He grinned, stuffing them into his pocket as he fastened his jeans. I shrugged and smoothed my skirt back into place.
Without another word he started up the engine and we made our way back to the motorway. Within another half an hour we had reached the area where I lived. I didn’t want to take the chance of him knowing where I lived, so with about a quarter of a mile to go I said, “This will do me fine, thanks Billy.”
“Ok darlin’.” He said, cheerfully, and pulled over. As I tried to open the door, he said, “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss then?”
I leaned over reluctantly, intending to give him a brief peck on the cheek, but he had other plans. He pulled me into a tight embrace and forced his mouth down on mine. His tongue forced its’ way into my mouth. Then he pushed a hand down my blouse and into my bra, groping and squeezing my breast and pinching the nipple. He forced a hand up my skirt until he was rubbing his fingers against my pussy lips. He pushed two fingers into me again, then withdrew them. He put his fingers to his nose and sniffed, then began to lick them.
“Good and ripe!” He laughed. “See you again, sweetheart.”
I opened the door of the van and jumped out, slamming it behind me. Then I drew in a deep breath. The air smelt clean and fresh after Billy’s body odour.
I immediately began to walk away from the van. He slowly moved away, grinning at me as he went. I shuddered and watched the van until it was out of sight, then made my way back to the flat, where Neil and Alan were waiting and demanded to know every last detail.
By the time I had told them the whole story they were as randy as hell and I spent the next hour pleasuring them in every way they demanded.
Finally, I was allowed to slope off to bed, where I fell into a relaxed sleep, dreaming of the coming evening and the party at Leroy’s.
I groaned as he removed his fingers from my pussy and began to press one digit against my puckered little hole. I felt my sphincter relax at once and his finger slid slowly into me.
He grunted happily as he slid his finger into me. “I see you like it up the arse too! You let your boyfriend fuck you up there? Well do you?”
I nodded.
“Hmmmm. I might fancy having you that way myself. Have you pull your arse cheeks apart for me, then stuff my prick up your tight little shitter. Would you like that?”
Without waiting for a response, he carried on, “I bet you would! I bet you love it up the arse, don’t you. I bet you beg for it that way, don’t you? Why don’t you beg me for it that way? Go on, ask me to fuck you up the arse. Do it!”
“Please, Billy.” I whispered, “Please fuck me up the arse.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He snapped, “Turn around.” He barked, pulling his fingers out of me.
I turned to face him again. His face looked angry. My blouse still hung open, my bra pushed up above my breasts.
“Let’s have another look at those jugs of yours.” He smirked. I held open my blouse for him.
“Oh that’s good. Stay like that.” He ordered. Without warning he suddenly lashed out and began top slap my breasts. The first blows left me too shocked to move, and then the stinging sensation reached my brain and I tried to protect myself from his assault.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from my body, then he roughly grabbed my face, pulling me towards him. “Keep still you little slut!” He growled, “Or I’ll make you really sorry.” He then began to slap my breasts again. I had no choice but to sit there holding my blouse open, exposing my bare breasts for him, letting him hit me, gasping with each slap, with each stinging blow. Occasionally he would reach out and pinch one of my nipples, making me cry out in pain. His face would light up with pleasure and amusement, then there’d be more slaps, stinging my skin. All the time he kept up a stream of abuse.
“I’m not going to give it to you up the arse, or even up the cunt. No. I’m going to make you pay for being such a stuck up bitch earlier on. You’re going to suck me off, got that? Maybe that’ll teach you to be nicer to your boyfriend. No wonder he threw you out of the car. He probably knows what kind of a slut you are, dropping your knickers for the first bloke to give you a lift, begging him to fuck you up the arse. Jesus! You really are a cheap little slut, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He yelled.
“Yes!” I yelled back, desperate to get out of there but too scared to try to run,
“Yes I’m a cheap little slut. I’m sorry Billy, please don’t hurt me any more, I’m sorry.”
He laughed again, then leaned back in his seat and opened his dirty, oil stained jeans. He pushed them down to mid thigh, then motioned for me to begin.
“Get on with it then, I don’t have all fuckin’ night, do I? Oh, and any teeth marks and re-arrange your face, got it?”
I nodded and moved over to him. It was all I could do to find his cock beneath the rolls of fat, but finally I did and began to suck him as best as I could. He chuckled to himself as I stroked his balls, and I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth. He tasted and smelt awful. I felt sick as I inhaled his body odour and tasted the skin of his cock as it slid over my tongue. I hoped he’d come quickly, but he seemed to be enjoying the experience. He kept reaching down and grabbing one of my breasts, mauling it roughly, pinching my nipple.
Once or twice he patted me gently on the head, muttering, “There’s a good girl.” Then I felt him stiffen and I knew he was about to come. I got ready to pull away from him, but he grabbed my head with both hands and forced my face down onto his cock as he started to shoot into my mouth. I swallowed all of his noxious seed, retching as I did so. Finally, he finished, gasping for breath and reaching for his cigarettes. He released his grip on my head, allowing me to sit up in my seat.
I pulled my bra back into place then fastened my blouse. When I reached for my knickers he snatched them from me. “I’ll have those.” He grinned, stuffing them into his pocket as he fastened his jeans. I shrugged and smoothed my skirt back into place.
Without another word he started up the engine and we made our way back to the motorway. Within another half an hour we had reached the area where I lived. I didn’t want to take the chance of him knowing where I lived, so with about a quarter of a mile to go I said, “This will do me fine, thanks Billy.”
“Ok darlin’.” He said, cheerfully, and pulled over. As I tried to open the door, he said, “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss then?”
I leaned over reluctantly, intending to give him a brief peck on the cheek, but he had other plans. He pulled me into a tight embrace and forced his mouth down on mine. His tongue forced its’ way into my mouth. Then he pushed a hand down my blouse and into my bra, groping and squeezing my breast and pinching the nipple. He forced a hand up my skirt until he was rubbing his fingers against my pussy lips. He pushed two fingers into me again, then withdrew them. He put his fingers to his nose and sniffed, then began to lick them.
“Good and ripe!” He laughed. “See you again, sweetheart.”
I opened the door of the van and jumped out, slamming it behind me. Then I drew in a deep breath. The air smelt clean and fresh after Billy’s body odour.
I immediately began to walk away from the van. He slowly moved away, grinning at me as he went. I shuddered and watched the van until it was out of sight, then made my way back to the flat, where Neil and Alan were waiting and demanded to know every last detail.
By the time I had told them the whole story they were as randy as hell and I spent the next hour pleasuring them in every way they demanded.
Finally, I was allowed to slope off to bed, where I fell into a relaxed sleep, dreaming of the coming evening and the party at Leroy’s.
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