Simone Part 27 – Berlin Summer, Part 5 – Goodbye Patricia

My poor cock was burning; it needed some rest before fucking Patricia in the ass, which was exactly what I was going to do to her.

A gentle tapping at my door awakened me. I was hazy, foggy, and needed a few seconds to remember where I was. I had drawn the curtains, but a crack of light told me it was still daytime, though probably late afternoon.

“Uh! Hello?” I managed to mumble. “Who’s there?” The knocking stopped.

“It’s me Kurt, Patricia. My shift ended, and you said, erm you told me to come up here. So that’s why I’m here.” She whispered, loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough to avoid other guests hearing.

“Just a second.” I called, slipping my naked body from beneath the freshly ironed sheets. That is my favourite part about staying in hotels. Those fresh, ironed and starched sheets every day. “I’ll be right there.”

I strode to the door without bothering to cover my nakedness, and pulled it open. Patricia looked at my face then at my naked groin then back to my face, and she blushed. I chuckled. After all the things I had done to her back when we were kids, and then the face fucking I had given her earlier today, she still blushed because I was naked. She carried a long coat over her arm, and was still in her hotel uniform. I took her hand and pulled her into the room, closing the door and leading her back into the darkened bedroom. As I passed the bathroom on the left, I flicked a switch to turn on the lamps next to the bed.

“Kurt, I…, I can’t stay too long.” Patricia flustered. “I have to get home. I have to, well you see, I have to cook and clean and take care of my family. My husband. Kurt I am married, I have two children….” Her voice broke. “I only came up to tell you I can’t do this. I have to go. I cannot stay, and what happed earlier, downstairs… Look, I should not have let you do that. I was in shock seeing you again after all these years. But now, now after thinking about it, I….”

I reached out, took the wool coat from her arm, and threw it onto a char. Then, turning towards her smiling I slapped her. A relatively hard slap to her left cheek with my right hand, stopping her talking.

“I told you not to call me Kurt, fuck-bitch. You call me sir or master, do you understand?” I growled in a very threatening tone, before slapping her again. “Do you fucking understand?” I demanded, and she started to sob.

“Oh God, please don’t do this to me.” She begged, as I put my hands onto her shoulders. I pushed downwards, and she did not resist. She slowly sank to her knees before me, my cock now rock hard pointing at her face.

“Open your fucking cock-sucking mouth, fuck toy.” I demanded, and she started to cry for real, as I forced my swollen glans into her mouth. “You need to start sucking my fucking cock right now fuck-whore, or I will get my belt and remind you of our day in the woods. Would you like that, Patricia, would you like me to whip your fucking ass and back and thighs like we did back then? Do you want me to make you beg me to stop?”

Her right hand went to my shaft, and she engulfed me in her mouth. She knew what I wanted, she knew how to suck me. She took me into her throat, and played with my balls, which were now resting on her chin. As she drooled and gagged on my pulsating cock deep in her neck, I began to hum a tune that I knew she would remember:

“If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.
If you go down in the woods today, you’d better go in disguise.
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because
today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.”

“Oh you fucking filthy fuck-bitch, suck my cock and lick my balls, whore!” I growled and began pumping in an out of her throat, allowing her to catch a breath before grabbing her head and chin as I had done earlier that day, in order to get enough grip to start my brutal assault on her throat.

“I am going to fuck your skull like the filthy whore-cunt bitch you are.” I growled, and slapped her hard across the face again before going back to pile driving the full length of my cock deep into her neck. She balked, choked and gagged as I face fucked her as deep and hard as I could, but she did not vomit.

Whilst most women and girls can learn to deep throat without vomiting if they put their mind to it and get enough practice, very few can take a genuine skull fuck. Even the best will usually have a point where their throats can no longer fight their reflux, and they vomit. I was trying to find Patricia’s “chuck-point” with my full 17 centimetres, which I was forcing in and out from the tip to my balls. Her chest heaved, and her stomach heaved and she gagged whilst spit and slime ran down her chin, but she kept the contents of her stomach down. I was impressed.

Many, many years ago, I had watched a youth called Joey fuck Patricia’s throat until she had puked her guts up over his cock and thighs. Joey had laughed and continued to face fuck her through her own vomit.

“Well fuck me, Patricia, you have picked up some fucking good face-fuck skills over the years girl, Joey would be proud. Do you let your old man skull fuck you like this? Is that where you learned to take cock in your fuck-face, bitch?” As I spoke, I spat into her face and concentrated on pushing even deeper and harder into her neck.

I had no doubt the mention of Joey had smarted a little, and her brain was probably also going back to the woods where she had been raped, abused, tortured and beaten and used as a human toilet. My mind returned to a little clearing by a pond where three youths and a boy had sadistically whipped her, sodomised her, fucked her, double penetrated her tiny teenage body and performed every sexual act they could think of on her for hours and hours. I was sure, Patricia had never forgotten that day. I was sure that as I now force-fucked her slender neck, she returned in her mind to the taste and smell of puke, spunk, shit and piss.

I noticed she was no longer participating in the act. Her hands had left my balls and rested on my thighs as I continued to pound her as brutally as I could. She must have surely expected me to shoot my load down her gullet any second, and was probably just holding out in the hope she could then get off to her husband. She was mistaken, and she realised so as I grabbed her hair and started yanking her to her feet. She gasped for air and coughed as my cock dropped from her mouth the pain on her scalp forced her to her feet.

“Stand the fuck up, bitch.” I demanded pulling her up. “It’s time for some happy memories. Get the fuck over there.” As I spoke, I pushed her to the bed, but prevented her from getting on.

“Kneel the fuck down doggy-bitch. Daddy wants to get his cock into that tight little fuck hole of yours.” As I spoke, I pushed her to her knees, so she was kneeling at to foot of the bed, her chest on the matrass.

“Please, Kurt.” She started. “Please don’t do this. Just let me go.”

The slap shocked her. I clouted her hard and swift across the right-hand side of her head from behind, twice. The blows clearly stunned her, and she was crying again.

“You say master or sir to me fuck-whore. How many fucking times do I need to slap that into your fuck-skull?” The third blow was not as hard, but emphasised my intentions if she failed to comply. “Do you finally understand that bitch?”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry master.” She whimpered as I reached down between her legs.

Still in her hotel uniform, Patricia was wearing a white blouse tucked into a tight grey pencil skirt, zipped at the back. I thought about unzipping it and pulling it off, but it was easier just to shove the soft material up over her thighs and buttocks, until it was above her hips. Her panties were white cotton and anything but sexy, covering her butt completely. She was not wearing tights or stocking, and I noticed the brown of her legs was from a natural summer tan.

“Fuck, girl. Did no one ever talk to you about panty-lines?” I asked as I roughly ripped the whit panties down over her exposed thighs. “You need a thong or G-string in a tight skit like that, Patricia. Or even better, nothing at all.” I hissed as I finally gave up trying to remove the soft cotton, and simply ripped it into shreds, exposing her nakedness and my new target.

“Holy shit, Patricia, you certainly filled out nicely.” I commented as I grabbed her firm buttocks in both hands and parted her cheeks. She had become a woman rather than the teenager I remembered, and her hips were wide and attractive. I stared at the swollen cunt lips and puckered anus, both of which I had so brutally raped all those years ago.

“Ok, fuck-dog.” I said, “Reach back and spread that pretty ass for me. I want clear access to your butt-hole and you are going to help me with that.” I thought she might beg again at this point, as many women do when they realise they are about to be sodomised, but she did not speak. She silently reached back and spread her cheeks, clearly resigning herself to the anal assault she was about to endure.

At first I thought there could be no doubt in her mind as to what was about to happen. After all, this was not the first time I was anally raping Patricia, but then it occurred to me that whilst the other youths, especially Danny who was hung like a horse, had hurt her with their sizable cocks, forcing them into her tight almost virgin holes, I had been a mere child. A boy. She had never experienced my fully erect penis in her butt. That was about to change.

“Ok, whore, that’s it, spread that butt-hole nice and wide for daddy’s cock. Let me remind you of what that tight little anus is for, fuck-bitch.” I said and pushed the head of my cock hard at her small puckered hole, expecting resistance, expecting her to wince or cry out. There was little resistance, and my cock cleared her sphincter quite easily, her hole stretching around my glans and actually tugging me in. She did not cry or moan, but actually pushed back to meet my thrust, and I accepted her invitation by pushing the full length of my cock deep into her anus, until by balls finally rested on her cunt lips.

“You fucking filthy little anal fuck-whore.” I whispered as I began to fuck her ass, pulling out to the tip and pushing back in balls deep with each thrust. “Who the fuck has been training this shit-hole over the years? Does your daddy-husband like ass so much, Patricia?”

She did not reply, but simply let out a slight moan as she thrust back to meet my next penetration.

“Answer me, fuck-toy.” I shouted and slapped her hard on her right butt-cheek. “Who fucks this ass? Your husband? Does your man like to give it to you up the shitter every day, every week, twice a month, or what? I want to know.”

“Yes!” She panted. “My husband loves anal and fucks me in the ass as much as he can. Every day if I let him.”

“Holy cow.” I laughed. “That dude has it good with a fucking anal-fuck-whore like you. Unfortunately, for me it’s like fucking a bucket of water. All sloppy and loose like a train station hooker. Is your other fuck-hole any better, bitch.” I said, and as I spoke, I let my cock slip out of Patricia’s ass into my right hand, with which I guided it back into her cunt. She was soaking wet, and I slipped balls deep in a single thrust.

“Fucking Christ!” I exclaimed. “You are as wet as a bucket of fucking water, too.” I was genuinely disappointed. I remembered the tight virgin holes we had taken from Patricia all those years ago, and these soft, warm and loose chambers were not to my liking. I decided to fuck Patrice’s throat again, where there was still enough tightness for me to get off, and then kick her out so she could go back to her husband.

“Ok, you sloppy fucking whore. These holes are pathetic. I would need an hour to get off in there. How fucking big is this husband of yours?” I asked the question seriously, and Patricia knew it.

“He is very big.” She whispered, “The biggest man I have ever seen.” She added.

“What?” I exclaimed. “Bigger than fucking Danny was?” I asked, and pulling out of Patricia’s cunt, I stood up.

She did not answer at first, but turned away from the bed to face me on her knees, before speaking in a quiet voice, tilting her chin up to stare at me.

“Yes.” She simply said. “He is massive. He fills me, he satisfies me.” She continued, and I was amazed at her words. “After what happened back then in the woods, I was ruined really. Not so much you, but the other three….” She caught a sob in her chest and carried on. “Especially, Danny. They tore me wide open. I could not sit, walk or even take a pee without unbelievable pain for weeks, months even.”

“Wow.” I exclaimed. “I didn’t realise it was that bad Patricia. I’m sorry.” I whispered, and I did actually feel guilty for my part in her destruction.

“It’s ok, Ku… I man master, sorry. You were a child, a little boy. How could you have known?”

“Please tell me what happened.” I asked, with my voice now soft and tender.

“Nowadays,” She continued, “if a girl was abused to that point, they would perform corrective surgery or something. Tighten her up again so after healing she could have a normal life with a normal man. I was simply washed, cleaned and lay in hospital for weeks. A nurse would make me endure some poking around and tut-tutting with her fingers in my vagina from time to time, but that was it. My wounds healed by themselves, and they healed wrongly.”

A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her right hand, and sniffled before going on with her story.

“After the trial, I was packed off to my aunty hundreds of miles away. There was never any mention of it, of what had been done to me. No one else ever examined me again. Don’t get me wrong, with time the pain went and I healed and I tightened up in both holes, but when I was older, my first attempt at sex was too painful to bare. I loved the guy but our relationship broke under me not being able to sleep with him. I was desperate, and then I met Robbie. My kind and caring giant with a dick the size of a donkey.”

As she said this, she actually laughed, wiping more tears and snot from her face.

“He was so understanding, so gentle. Of course, I knew it could never last. How could I expect him to spend the rest of his life without penetrative sex? My first boyfriend was tiny and had caused me more pain than I could ever bare. Robbie was so big I could hardly get him in my mouth. But I did. I sucked his dick every day and every night, I wanked him, tit-fucked him and let his fuck between my ass-cheeks desperate to keep him happy, to keep him with me.”

“I’m not sure I fully understand.” I interjected. “Are you still together? It sounds that way, but you told me he fills you and quite frankly, you are so loose and open now, so what happened?”

“I made him fuck me.” Patricia said flatly. “I got as drunk as I could then took some sleeping pills. Before I passed out in his arms I told him, he had the whole night to use all my holes as much as he wanted. I made him promise to fuck my cunt with his full size and to at least try to get into my butt. He was reluctant, but promised.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I exclaimed. “So I guess gentle Robbie spent the night fucking your unconscious body?” I asked.

“Yes.” Patricia continued. “The next morning I woke with a hangover and my crotch as crusted and painful as it had been the day you, Danny, Nico and Joey used me. But it was different. I was happy; I wanted to feel stretched and full with seed. I wanted to know that Robbie had done it to me and it had made him happy. He was so scared as he looked at me the next morning, and said he tried to be gentle with me, but it had been hard to get inside me and there had been some blood. He kept asking me if I was ok. He cried, and said he didn’t want to do it, but wanted to keep his promise.”

“Well, he certainly sounds like a great bloke.” I said, and smiled at Patricia. “But I still don’t get it. How did you heal up better this time?”

“I didn’t.” She simply said. “The very next day, after an hour or two of kissing and me sucking on his dick, I straddled him and forced his massive penis back into my vagina. I rode him cowboy until he came inside me. It was as sore as hell, but I did not let on. I grinned through the pain and told him how good his dick felt inside me. The next day and the days after that, I did the same thing. Sucked him hard, climbed on and fucked him until he came. The pain lessened and lessened, and though I let up for a day or two to rest, by the second week I was back to riding Robbie’s dick daily.”

“Well lucky old Robbie.” I said, but now with less gentleness in my voice. “He got himself a made-to-fit fuck-whore, who rode herself in on his man-meat. Is that how you also got anal sorted?” I asked, the anger raising in my voice not going unnoticed.

“I’m sorry, master.” Patricia whispered. “I should have not said so much.”

“Well at least you still have one hole left for me to use.” I smiled, “So get over here and suck my fucking cock, bitch.” I commanded, and took a step forward so she did not even have to move. Patricia raised a little on her haunches and opened her mouth in order to take my cock inside. I was not even hard, and the story of Robbie and his magic dick was bothering me. I figured I would just piss in her throat and kick her out now.

“Ok bitch,” I hissed, “First I need to piss and you are going to drink it all.” As I spoke, I took hold of her head and was just about ready to relax my bladder when there was a loud hammering on the door.
“Sir, sir.” A voice called from the hallway. “This is the manager, sir, and you need to open the door immediately or I will be forced to use the master key.”

“Excuse me.” I called. “What is going on here? Why do I need to open the fucking door?” I was already reaching for my trousers and Patricia jumped to her feet, pulling down her pencil skirt to cover her nakedness.

“Sir, please don’t force me to use the master key or cause a scene in the hallway.” He sounded quite agitated. However, he was clearly trying to remain relatively quiet to avoid alerting other guests.

“Ok, ok.” I called. ‘Give me a few seconds and I’ll open up.” As I walked to the door, I pulled a t-shirt over my head and signalled for Patricia to hide round the corner. I opened the door to be confronted by a slightly balding middle-aged man. He was wearing a suite rather than a hotel uniform, and a badge hanging from his breast pocket indicated his name was Wolfgang and that he was indeed the hotel manager.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, keeping the door half closed.

“Sir.” He whispered. “I know that our employee, Mrs. Medeu, is in your room. Such a meeting is a breach of hotel rules and I must insist that she comes out immediately. Mrs. Medeu will be relieved of her duties at the hotel permanently, and I must insist that you leave the hotel today. This cannot be tolerated.”

“Now hang on.” I stated, “Firstly how the fuck do you know who is in my room, and what contract stating these rules did I sign. I am not going anywhere and you can either fuck off or call the police.” As I spoke, I tried to close the door but he held it with a hand.

“Sir, I have seen the security tape from the hotel reception from this evening. The tape of you and Mrs. Medeu. Please do not make this worse than it already is.” He added and looked at me pleadingly. “I will call Mrs. Medeu’s husband and ask him to come pick her up if that is what she wishes.”

“Wolfgang, please no.” Patricia bleated from behind me. “Please, come in. Let’s talk.” She added, and I opened the door to let him pass. I closed the door, and followed the two of them into the bedroom. The manager turned to look at the two of us.

“Please.” He started; “I do not wish to upset Mr. Medeu or cause further problems Patricia, but this is too much. I cannot tolerate it. I have to fire you for this.” He actually looked sad as he said this, and I suspected that whilst he was genuinely trying to follow rules and do his job, that his biggest issue was caused by his jealousy.

I could see it in his face. I know men. I know how they think and how they feel. I can read normal ugly little balding beta men who could never even get a sniff at a woman like Patricia. What had rattled Wolfgang so much was seeing my throbbing cock rammed down his beloved Patricia’s throat, not fucking hotel rules. This was a tricky situation, but I had a solution.

“Ok, Wolfgang. May I call you Wolfgang?” I started. “Let me tell you what is going to happen here. You are going to make the most intelligent decision of your managerial life and not dismiss Patricia for doing something to me and letting me do things to her that you would just love to have done to you and do to her. Are you getting my drift?”

“I am sorry, but no.” He stated. “I do not understand what you are suggesting.”

“I am suggestion that you make sure to hide a copy of that security tape so Patricia here knows you can ruin her life with her beloved husband at any time, but make sure no one else ever gets to see it. Then I am suggesting that you get out your cock so Mrs. Medeu here can suck your brains out, right here, right now.” As I spoke, I smiled and noticed the glint in his eye. Bingo, I had the mark.

“This is extremely unacceptable.” He stuttered. “I am a professional. I am the manager. I could lose my job, we all could.” He continued, but Patricia, smart girl, was already sinking to her knees in front of him. As her delicate slim fingers touched his zipper, we had him.

“No one needs to lose their job.” I whispered. “In a second or two your cock will be in this beautiful woman’s mouth and in a few minutes your seed with be in her belly. Then, Wolfgang, I may call you Wolfgang right? Shortly after that, your cock will be hard again because Patricia is good at getting cocks hard; and when it is hard again, you will lay on the bed and Patricia will sit on your cock and fuck your brains out whilst I fuck her in the ass. You just solved a very unfortunate problem for me, Wolfgang. Now let me, or rather fuck-toy Patricia here solve one for you.”

The last sentence was not out of my mouth and a very flustered and bright red Wolfgang was already fumbling with his belt and trousers, trying to get his cock free and into Patricia’s waiting mouth. I just hoped he was going to be big enough for my purposes, and to my relief, as his hard dick flopped from his pants, it was a good size, perhaps 14 to 15 centimetres, but more importantly, it had girth.

Patricia reached up with her right hand and her fingers barely touched as she grasped it. She leaned forward, took Wolfgang, her boss, into her mouth, and began sucking him off. I was filming the whole thing on my phone. So Wolfgang better enjoy this, because it would be his last chance to blackmail Patricia into sucking or fucking him ever again. Of course, with what I had on film already, I could have stopped the sex show and kicked him out, but I needed his cock. I propped my phone, still filming onto the table, and went to the bathroom.

I was not really into watching Patricia or any girl for that matter sucking another guy’s cock, unless it was to humiliate or degrade her and I still needed to piss. Of course, I had intended on Patricia drinking my piss, but whilst she was getting Wolfgang off in her mouth, I needed to empty my bladder so I could get hard enough to fuck her again.

When I got back to the bedroom, Wolfgang was wanking his own dick into Patricia’s mouth, clearly about to shoot. The “Oh Gods, oh Gods” made that very clear, and then with a loud groan he grasped the back of Patricia’s head in his left hand and whilst continuing to wank his cock with his right he shot his seed into his employees mouth. I could see Patricia’s neck gulp as she swallowed the hot semen, and from her gulps and the frequency, I presumed Wolfgang was a good producer. However, Patricia also knew how to swallow, and swallow she did.

“Good man, Wolfgang.” I said, offering my encouragement. “Fill that suck-bitches mouth and throat with your cream dude. Make the filthy whore drink every drop from your hairy balls. This bitch can’t get enough spunk. She needs it for breakfast dinner and supper and for all the snacks in between. Isn’t that right Patricia fuck-toy. Tell the man how good he tastes, then keep sucking at hat cock and lick those balls because we need Wolfgang standing back to attention very soon.”

“Wolfgang.” Patricia started, slipping his now limp cock from her mouth. “You taste so good. I hope I pleased you with my mouth.” As she spoke, she stood and took her bosses hand. “Come with me.” She whispered. “Let’s get you comfortable on the bed.

Her manager did not resist or argue. Hel was dutifully lead to the bed, where Patricia firstly undressed him and then encouraged him onto his back. She climbed between his legs and sank her face into his groin, lifting his knees to gain better access to his balls, which I presumed she was now licking. My cock twitched as her exposed anus lifted into the air.

“Come on fuck-toy.” I said. “Get that mother-fucker good and hard for your cunt. Lick those balls and suck that cock. And whilst you down there, show him what a good rimmer you are baby. Do you like rimming Wolfgang?” I then asked, and Wolfgang, gasping at Patricia’s skilled tongue and mouth, whispered “What is rimming?” and then he found out with a loud “Oh my God, what are you doing?” as Patricia’s found his tight anus with the tip of her tongue.

“That, Wolfgang my friend, is rimming.” I laughed, and went to grab a beer from the mini bar as Patricia continued to please her boss with her mouth and tongue.

Patricia needed a few minutes to get Wolfgang hard enough again, giving me chance to finish my beer and enjoy the sight of her naked body between his legs. She had now removed all her clothes, and as she finally had her boss hard again, she slid up his legs and squeezed his cock between het tits, sliding up and down his excited shaft. I am not big tit-fuck fan to be honest. There are just much better places to stick my cock, but Wolfgang loved it and he cock was smearing pre-cum across Patricia’s chest. I decided to get the show moving on.

“Ok cowgirl, time to mount up and ride that trust steed.” I laughed, and Patricia obeyed, sliding up her bosses thighs and lowering herself onto his hard cock, which she held in place pointing up at her cunt in order to sit on the throbbing member. As she penetrated herself on Wolfgang’s meat, he groaned and writhed his hips up to enter hastily; Patricia was more than able to engulf his entire shaft with a single thrust. I wondered how the girth lined up with Robbie.

“Ok, baby-girl.” I said from behind, climbing onto the bed. “Let’s see if two cocks can do what one couldn’t, you sloppy fuck-whore. Reach back and spread that ass, bitch.” She did. Without hesitation, she spread her cheeks to give me access to her anus, and this time there was clearly more resistance as my swollen head pushed into her butt-hole. However, even with Wolfgang’s fat cock filling her cavities, she was still wide and open enough to take us both. I pushed all the way in, hammering my balls into her cunt and onto Wolfgang’s pumping shaft.

This is also a strange thing. A threesome or foursome with other men involved is always a little awkward, with a lot of trying not to touch dick on dick or man on man. I say this is bullshit. If you have a gay-issue, do not fuck a woman together with other men. You will touch dicks and balls; you will get balls and asses in your face. It is just how it works. If you cannot handle that, just don’t do it. I, for my part, was quite happy at this point leaving my throbbing shaft buried deep in Patricia’s ass and let Wolfgang do the work. He was pumping into her cunt by thrusting his hips up and down, and Patricia simply had to sit there.

“Oh my God, that feels so good.” Wolfgang panted, and I suddenly realised he was moving towards his orgasm. I decided it was time to get in on the action, and grasping Patricia’s hips, I started to fuck her butt as hard, deep and fast as I could. Again, pulling out until only my glans remained in her puckered anus, then ramming my full body weight forward to impale her on my cock. This time there was friction, this time there was tension, and a trickle of sweat ran down her back, she even groaned. Now she too was feeling it.

“That’s it fuck-toy.” I hissed. “Ride both our cocks like the filthy cock-hungry whore you are. Is that what you needed to get your engine running Patricia? Two cocks in your fuck holes? How about we get Robbie over here and make it three? Imagine that fuck-bitch, Robbie and Wolfgang in your cunt and me in your ass; maybe a fourth guy to fuck your throat? How many cocks do you think you can take at once, cock-whore? Three, four? Fuck, maybe five? How about two in your cunt and two in your ass? Would you like to get torn open again, fuck-bitch?

The dirty talk was not only getting me close to coming, but Wolfgang too. With a loud groan he shouted to the world that he was coming and to my surprise as I started to empty my seed into Patricia’s guts, she started to tremor and shake, with the tell tale signs of her own orgasm rippling across her thighs.

“Oh my God, oh my God” Wolfgang was shouting and Patricia was moaning and bucking on both our cocks, grinding her pubic bone onto Wolfgang, as I finally shot my final seed into her bowls. I plopped my cock out of her ass and stood, walking round to her face to feed her my dirty, slimy cock.

“Suck me clean. Bitch.” I said and fed my cock into her mouth. She suckled on my limp flesh like a baby on its mother’s breast. Patricia was a dirty, dirty girl and she knew it. I knew she was going to be a whole lot dirtier before I finished with her. For now, it was time to deal with Wolfgang.

“Get off him.” I commanded to Patricia as I stepped down from the bed onto the carpet. “Go to the bathroom, and clean yourself up.” I added, and Patricia darted for the bathroom.

“Ok, Wolfgang old buddy! I started. “Time to pick up your clothes and fuck off.” I added, throwing his trousers onto the bed.

“But, but. Erm I thought.” He stuttered as he scrambled from the bed.

“What did you thing, fuck-face? That you were actually going to continue using my fuck-toy after tonight? I needed your fat cock to fill her up dude, so I could sodomise the shit out of her sloppy butt-hole. You did a great job with your fat cock, by the way. Thanks for that, but I tricked you.”

He continued to stare at me and stutter. “No, no. You must understand…”

“No, no.” I interrupted. “You need to understand, I just filmed this entire fuck-show. I filmed you emptying your fat-cock into Patricia’s mouth and then I filmed her rimming your ass and finally straddling you on the bed. So you see now we are even. Now we both have nice movies to show the kids. You get what I am saying, dude?” Now his stuttering stopped, and I saw the realisation on his face.

“I understand.” He finally whispered, and pulled up his trousers as he spoke.

“I hope you do, Wolfgang.” I said threateningly. “Because although poor Patricia is the one who would take the biggest hit here, I noticed the wedding ring on your finger, too. Not to mention what the hotel owners would say about a manager face and cunt fucking an employee in one of their rooms. So just fuck off back to your office and destroy that CCTV footage from the reception desk and we are all good. Hey, you little worm, you get to fantasise about today for the rest of your life. Look on the bright side.”

“I am going.” He said, and walked towards the door. “But I will destroy nothing. If I hear anything about this, that you have leaked any part of today, I will destroy her.” He was huffing and puffing, but he walked out slamming the room door behind him. Patricia had clearly waited in the bathroom until she heard the door, and she now came out with a towel wrapped around her.

“Drop that fucking towel, fuck-bitch.” I hissed. “You are naked until I say you are no longer naked, do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” She whispered, letting the towel drop to the floor. “I understand.” Her bottom lip trembled a little a tear glistened in each eye. She thought she understood, but she did not; not quite.

“Put on your coat.” I commanded. “We are going out. But just the coat. I have a feeling you won’t need that uniform anymore, will you.”

“No.” She whispered, a tear finally breaking free and rolling down her left cheek. She took her wool coat from the chair where I had thrown it earlier and slipped it on. It buttoned from thigh height to the breastbone, so her cleavage was revealed, but anyone looking would just think she was wearing a low-cut dress or blouse. She tied it up with a cloth belt, and stepped into her black business shoes.

I too got dressed, put on my coat and slipped a knife into my inside pocket. We took the lift down to the lobby. Wolfgang was hovering over some girl behind reception and as he glanced up and saw us, he blushed and turned away, walking swiftly into the back office. Patricia and I left the hotel and turned left towards the park.

“Where are we going?” She asked in a nervous voice, clearly not feeling comfortable in the street with only a long coat over her naked body.

“To the park.” I answered honestly. “We are going to take a walk, you and I.”

It was late. Time had passed in the hotel room, and it was just starting to get dark as we entered the park.

“My husband will be worried.” Patricia begged. “Please can I go home now?”

“Master!” I commanded stopping to spin her round to face me. “You will call me sir or master even when we are outside.” I added, and then I took her elbow, guiding her into the park. “Just a little longer, fuck-slave. Then I will let you go home to your happy life with your donkey-cocked husband and two kids. I will set you free and never contact you again. I will destroy the recording I just made of you sucking Wolfgang’s cock instead of sending a copy to Robbie, and I will leave you alone. But first you still need to do a thing or two for me.” The way I said a thing or two pulled her up in her tracks.

“What?” She asked. “You filmed us? What, Kur.. I mean Sir. Why did you film us?”

“So you would do whatever I tell you to do until I get tired of tormenting you and send you off home.” I said coldly. “You see, when I call you fuck-toy, or slave, I mean it, Patricia. I enjoy humiliating and abusing you. I enjoy your pain and I enjoy your submission to whatever I do to you, and I want to enjoy that just a little longer.” I added, and I saw the look of submission cross her face. She knew I would ask and order things of her tonight that she would not want to do, but she would do them. Again, tears welled in her eyes.

“But then I can go?” She asked. “If I do whatever it is you want me to do tonight, out here, I can go home to my husband and be free from you forever?”

“Yes, I promise.” I said softly, and took her elbow. “Now follow me, because there is our first stop right there.”

I was indicating towards a park bench just along the path, perhaps ten or so meters, and Patricia looked mortified, because she too could see the bench was not empty. A prone figure lay huddled into a half foetus position, and as we approached the smell of booze, vomit and urine was overpowering.

“Excuse me good man.” I said softly as I finally reached the bench, hesitating to touch the sleeping figure for fear of startling him. However, as I rested my hand on his shoulder, he stirred and simply murmured “God bless you my friend, God bless you!” This did not surprise me because these homeless people are used to being checked on and given food and even money by Berlin’s many charity workers.

“Please sit up.” I said in a soft voice. “I want to give you something. Come, sit up my friend.” As I spoke, I shook him slightly and helped him sit up. I pulled a few bank notes from my jacket pocket and handed him an amount of money he would normally not see in a month. He gazed from his hand clenching the money to my face then back again.

“But, but…” He started. “Oh my God. Bless you, bless, you.” His drunken eyes filled up, and I could see he was genuinely moved by such a generous gift.

“That’s not all.” I said. “She has something for you, too.” As I said this I turned to face Patricia, who’s smile now turned to horror as she realised this was not me being a good Samaritan, but the first of her ordeals for the night.

“No, no. You cannot be ser…” She started, but I scowled at her.

“You want to go home soon right?” I asked, and she shut up. The old man clutched his money and stared up at her, then turned to glance at me, confusion on his face.

“This is your lucky, lucky night my friend.” I said softly. “You see I just gave you all that money and this young lady here is going to suck your cock for you. She is going to sit down next to you, help you take out your penis, lean over your lap and suck you off until you shoot cum into her pretty mouth. Then she will swallow your spunk and ask you a very serious question, which I will tell her soon. Would you like her to do that? Would you like this young lady to sit down next to you and to suck your cock my friend?” As I said sit down next to you, I glared at Patricia, and indicated that she was to do so now. The old man stared from Patricia to me, then back again. Then he turned back to me.

“Are you serious?” He asked, shock clearly getting to his brain.

“Very.” I said. You do not need to do anything. Just sit back, relax and let her do the work.”

Patricia’s eyes filled with even more tears and her nose was turning at the smell of piss, puke and booze, but she sat down to the old man’s right, clearly leaving a gap between the two of them.

“Open your coat.” I said. “Open your coat and slide closer. Let the nice old man see your pretty tits.

The tramp was no longer looking at me. His attention was on Patricia as she unbuttoned her coat, and let it fall open to expose her firm round breasts. She clamped it shut at her crotch.

“Open it.” I commanded. “All the way. Show him your cunt, too.” She obeyed, and the old man almost fell off the bench. “You can touch her, too.” I said. “You can squeeze her tits, lick or suck them or even stick fingers in her cunt. Do whatever you want. She is my gift to you.” He did not need a second invitation. He grasped at her breasts one after another with his left hand, squeezing and rubbing and started rubbing at his own crotch with his right hand. So it looked like there was still some led in his pencil. Good.

“Sweetheart.” I whispered. “Don’t force our friend to rub his own cock. Do it for him. In fact, you can get it out for him now.” As I spoke, the old man lowered his face to Patricia’s left breast and started sucking on her nipple. I also noticed his hand slid down to her exposed cunt, and judging by the look of discomfort on her face, he had inserted at least one if not two fingers. However, as Patricia’s hand found the bulge in his trousers, he lifted his lips from her breast and looked into her face as she struggled with the crusty zip. He removed his fingers from her cunt, and helped her open what seemed to be three layers of trousers, each with a zip.

“Stand up for a second my friend. Let her get at you properly.” I said, taking the man’s arm to encourage and support him, He stood shakily to his feet, and I helped him balance as Patricia finally managed to unfasten all three pairs of trousers and pull them down to his thighs. His small but hard cock sprang up and Patricia reluctantly took it in her right hand as I helped him sit back down.

“That’s it my friend. Get comfortable. My young and very talented friend here is going to take extremely good care of you with her mouth.” The look on Patricia’s face was a mixture of deepest disgust and hate as she started to lean her face towards his rancid cock.

He was filthy. He was coated in months if not years of piss, dried god-knows-what and I was certain there was more than just his filthy cock alive in amongst his clogged and matted pubic hair. Yet brave Patricia lowered her face into that filth, opened her mouth, and sucked him into her. His hands went instinctively to the back of her head, and his eyes rolled back into his skull as he encouraged her to bob her lips up and down the length of his shaft.

“Oh my, oh my!” He groaned. “Such a pretty thing being so nice to an old man. This is really the luckiest day of my life. Thank you darling.”

“She hates that.” I quickly said. “She likes to be talked dirty to. It really turns her on. Tell her what a filthy whore she is. Tell how disgusting and filthy she is.” What she was doing really was filthy and disgusting now, and I wanted her to hear it. The old man did not disappoint.

“Oh! Really?” He exclaimed.” Then went into a tirade of drunken verbal filth, calling Patricia Satan’s cock-sucking whore. A filthy bitch and accusing her of servicing all of Satan’s devils and daemons. He was then extremely explicit on how her father and brothers used her holes for their evil pleasure and how her mother would then lick their evil seed out of her daughter’s cunt and ass. I was impressed. Then the tirade of abuse stopped, and his tone changed.

“Oh my goodness, girl. Oh my, oh my…. That’s it, that’s it.” I knew he was about to spray his stagnated seed into Patricia’s mouth, and I wanted her to remember she needed to swallow all of it.

“That’s it my friend.” I encouraged. “Use that dirty whore mouth and fill it with your seed. Our dirty suck-bitch here loves eating cum, and she is going to love swallowing every drop that you shoot into her eager mouth. Give her it all.” He did. He arched his back, forcing Patricia’s head hard down into his lap and shuddered into his orgasm, sending his sperm into her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose, and I could hear her making gulping sounds as she swallowed his cum, until he finally released his grip on her head, and she could let his limp cock fall from her mouth.

“Who the fuck told you to stop, suck-whore?” I demanded. “Get that cock back in your mouth and clean it. All of it, from the shaft to the tip and then clean those balls. This poor man has no access to warm water for his personal hygiene. Today, you will provide the warmth and moisture needed to clean his cock.” As I spoke, I now pushed Patricia’s face down into the old man’s lap, and heard her slurp his flaccid prick back into her mouth. He gasped, realising his pleasure was not over.

“Oh my word. So soon again?” He whispered, and I realised he thought he could probably get it up again.

“Do you want more old friend?” I asked. “Do you want our suck-slave to keep sucking your cock until you empty your balls again? She will do it as many times as you can manage. I told you, she loves sperm. She will eat it all for you.” I said knowing Patricia was living all kinds of horrors in his filthy groin.

“Er, really?” He flustered. “Is that ok? Can she just wait a few minutes? Take it out just for a second or two, please.” He asked.

“Hey, sure.” I answered, and Patricia had already used the excuse to spit his dirty cock back out and sit back up looking daggers at me. “I just wonder why not leave it in her nice warm mouth to recover? Why take it out?” His reply was golden. Literally golden.

“No, no. It’s not that. I mean it feels great and I will surely get hard again in that pretty, pretty mouth, but I just need to pee first.” As he said this he started to try to get back to his feet, I presumed to go into a bush, though from the state of him, this was only for our sake and he would otherwise have simply pissed in his own pants again.

“Hey, no my man.” I quickly added and heard Patricia let out a cry of “Oh no please don’t.” “She can take care of that for you, too my friend. In fact, our little cum-whore here is a very skilled piss-drinking whore, too. Isn’t that right guzzle-fuck?’ I shot at Patricia, adding “and don’t forget the master, bitch.”

Patricia knew her fate. She knew I was going to let a filthy old alcoholic piss into her mouth and make her swallow it. She knew there was no escape other than to get past this night. “Yes, master.” She whispered and lowered her face back into the old man’s lap.

“That’s it old friend.” I whispered as Patricia took his limp cock back into her mouth. “Just let it flow buddy. Our cum-eating, piss-drinking slave here will gladly swallow your piss for you.” My cock was starting to hurt it was so hard from the excitement of Patricia’s total degrading humiliation.

“Oh my word, that is strange!” The old man exclaimed, but I saw the relief on his face as he let go and started to send the rancid liquid into Patricia’s mouth. She began to gulp as quickly as she could, but I am sure there would be some leakage. It just did not matter considering the filthy crusted state he was already in.

“Just let it all out fella.” I said, and had to laugh at the thought of his piss probably tasting of spirits or cheap wine. Patricia continued to gulp, and I saw she had made sure her expensive coat was far away from his lap, letting it slip down her back to her hips. I stepped round to her side of the bench and tugged it away from her, leaving her completely naked next to the old man. I took several steps back to get away from the smell, and enjoyed the sight of Patricia’s humiliation.

I heard the gulping sounds stop as the old man let out a sigh, squeezing the last drops of piss from his bladder.

“Good girl.” I encouraged. “Good little suck-bitch, piss-drinking filth cleaner. Now get back to cleaning him up.” Though from the way his hands went back to her head and he started to encourage her to bob up and down his cock again, the cleaning would need to wait. He wanted to empty his balls again, and that’s what he did a few minutes later, once again forcing her face hard into his groin and arching his hips up for maximum penetration.

“Oh my fucking hell.” A voice from beside me suddenly exclaimed. “What the fuck is that bitch doing with that filthy old tramp?”

I turned and smiled at a couple of your hoody-type guys standing next to me. The smell of weed even stronger than the smell from the old man. I smiled at them.

“She was hungry for cum and my balls were already busted.” I said in a straight voice. “He was all she could find in a hurry. Not that it matters because she will suck and fuck anyone and anything.” As I said ‘anything’, I glanced down at the German Shepard, one of the youths had on a leash. “All she wants is cock and cream, fellas. As much as she can get.” I was still smiling.

“You serious, dude.” One of the lads asked, and I nodded.

“I sure as hell am.” I stated, and looked over to Patricia. She was wiping her mouth and clearly felt unsure about standing having seen the two youths. Her coat was still over my arm. If she stood, she would be fully exposed. I did not care. I had a new plan.

“Hey, fuck-whore. Leave that old shrivelled cock alone, twice is enough for his old balls. Here’s some fresh meat for you to suck on.” I called across to Patricia’s panicked face. She knew what was coming, and after the dirty old man, these two boys would surely be more demanding. “Get on your fucking knees bitch and crawl over here to say hi to your new friends.” I commanded and the two lads laughed.

“Really man?” The one with the dog asked. “I thought that shit was only in porn and stuff. Are you telling me she will do whatever you tell her? Even suck stranger’s cocks or fuck them.”

“See for yourselves.” I smiled, and they followed my gaze to where a naked Patricia was crawling on all fours towards us. “Which of the three of you would like to shoot in her mouth first?” I added, and that blew their minds.

“The THREE of us, man! Are you for real? Are you telling me she would even suck my dog? That is insane.”

“If it is a ‘dog’ and not a bitch, my bitch will suck its cock and drink its seed like she will with any cock.” I stated, and as I spoke, Patricia arrived at our feet. “Would your canine friend like his cock sucking do you think?” I asked smiling at the boy with the leash.

“You bet.” He quickly replied, and I heard a sigh from Patricia, who had probably thought things could not get any worse than the old man. They were just about to get much worse. “Would you let him fuck her, too, man?” The boy quickly added. “Jesus man, I swear he has a knot the size of a tennis ball and I would love to see some fuck-whore take that in her cunt.”

“Sure.” I said, We can do that. She can suck the dog off first, and then whilst he fucks my bitch doggy, she can suck your cock.” I indicated to the boy with the dog. “Then, once you have shot your load into her mouth, she can suck your friend here, whilst you help your dog to get his knot out of her cunt and into her butt. Or do you guys want to get at her ass or pussy first?” I threw the question into their surprised faces, and the boy without the dog stammered a wish.

“Hey dude, while she suck the dog can I get a crack at her butt?” He asked.

“Sure thing, my man.” I replied, but I have to warn you both that the only useful hole on this bitch is her mouth, unless you have a dick the size of an elephant. She is a loose sloppy mess down there.” Then I had an afterthought. “Of course you can DP her, that kind of works. Shit we could even try a cluster fuck with two dicks in her cunt and one in her ass, but you guys need to be packing some decent meat, even for that to work.” Both blushed, and I guessed they were not packing much, but we were about to find out.

“Get sucking, doggy bitch.” I commanded down to Patricia, and gave a soft nudge with my foot, urging her towards the dog. “It’s easier if you go from the front and side so you can get your head under his belly. Have you ever sucked doggy-dick before bitch? That is what bitches do. They take dog-dicks.” I added, and everyone except for Patricia and the dog laughed. “I said, get fucking sucking.” I growled and grabbed her hair, forcing her into the position I had explained. “Now reach under and retract the skin till that pinky pops out. Then get it in your mouth. Be careful, he might jump a little at first, but once he feels your lips on his cock, he will want to hump anything he can.”

The dog did jump at first, but his owner calmed him and managed to get him to stand still whilst Patricia started to wank his sheath over his still hidden cock. The dog began panting and it seemed now it also noticed the female butt just right of its face. Perhaps it smelt the cum and cunt juices of the day, but it was clearly interested in getting its snout into Patricia’s butt crack. However, the owner held the dog in place and finally enough of its cock has slipped from the sheath for Patricia to get it into her mouth.

“That’s it, Jessy boy.” The owner soothed. You let that cock-sucking bitch please you fella. Just enjoy.” The dog was enjoying it, and started making humping motions into Patricia’s mouth. She controlled the depth with her right hand, and steadied herself on the ground with her left. The dog was ecstatic, whining and bleating as a relatively constant stream of whatever it was spurted from its cock into Patricia’s mouth. Much dripped down her chin.

“Swallow that shit, bitch.” I commanded. “Drink that fucking dog-jizz you filthy fucking whore.” I added, and indicated to the second boy that this was his chance to test her ass if he wanted.

“Grab that butt-hole, amigo.” I smiled, “because soon it will be stuffed with dog-knot. Fill your boots.

The boy walked behind Patricia, clearly struggling to tear his eyes away from her mouth working on the dog’s cock, which was now fully out of the sheath. Fully exposed, the dog cock was not very thick but around 17 to 19 centimetres long including the massive knot, that was swelling bigger and bigger. As he got behind Patricia, the boy also took care to stay away from the panting dog, who happily now tried to lick at the youth’s cock, which he pulled from his trousers.

“Hey dog, keep away from my junk.” He laughed and knelt down behind Patricia. I saw the disappointment on his face as he pushed is average dick into her over-extended anus. I laughed.

“I told you dude. It’s like fucking an open door.” I chuckled and the boy laughed, too.

Nonetheless, he thrust around in Patricia’s guts for a minute or two before switching to her even wider cunt.

“Jesus, man.” He exclaimed, “You were not exaggerating.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it dude.” I said. “Her throat is still nice and tight and she never pukes. You can deep throat this bitch all day and she will swallow every drop of cream you give her.” He smiled at this, and stood up.

“Ok, then let Jessy have a go.” He stated with a smile. “Let me at that tight fuck-throat.”

“Ok Jessy boy.” The dog owner clucked, snipping his fingers. “Come on boy; get yourself some wet human pussy.” The dog was wagging its tail and excited. It was eager to please and be pleased without knowing what was happening next. Patricia let the slimy cock fall from her mouth and swallowed the rest of the juice in her mouth, wiping a hand over her mouth, as the dog owner lead Jessy round to her spread cheeks.

“There she is, boy.” He laughed. “All yours.” The dog immediately stuck its snout into Patricia’s cunt excited by the smell of a female, and started licking.

As the dog got to work at the back, being helped by his owner, the owner’s friend fed his still exposed cock into Patricia’s mouth. “Oh yea, baby.” He groaned, “Suck my fucking cock.” Patricia did what she knew she had to do, and sucked on his swollen cock, guiding him with her right hand. He remembered what I had told him.

“No shallow school-girl sucking, bitch.” He hissed. “Open that fucking neck. I am going to fuck your throat balls deep.” He thought he was being dominant and aggressive. Little did he know that Patricia could swallow his cock whole and still not hit bottom. He sensed it soon enough, as he slipped into her open gullet and his balls hit her chin, clearly with room still to spare. This angered him and he grasped her head and started skull fucking her as hard as he could. Patricia had experienced much worse. I laughed.

Meanwhile, Jessy figured out that while the wet hole he was licking was not a real bitch. He instinctively knew it was something he could hump, and hump it he did. Encouraged by his owner, he finally managed to claw over Patricia’s hips and sink his cock into her cunt. His claws left welts and scratches on the woman’s hips, and I wondered what Robbie would think of canine claw marks on his wife’s hips and thighs.

“That’s my boy, Jessy.” The owner said whilst stroking the dog’s right ear. “Fuck that bitch deep fella. Fill her up and spill your seed into her guts. That’s my boy.” He whispered and then Patricia let out a tiny cry around the cock in her mouth. I stepped behind her and saw that Jessy’s massive knot had forced its way into her vagina, and the dog was no longer able to pull back out. Its humping movements we short and fast, and then it seemed to lose all interest, swinging its paws across Patricia’s buttocks and standing back on all fours.

It was an incredible sight. I was amazed. The dog was standing sideways behind Patricia, but it was still somehow attached to her cunt by its cock and knot.

“Good boy, Jessy.” The owner continued as the dog panted, its tongue hanging out of its mouth and dripping onto the ground.

At the other end of Patricia’s body the other youth was exclaiming his intention to release his spunk into her throat within the next few thrusts, and as he arched his back and penetrated Patricia’s throat to his maximum depth, he finally let the world know he was coming.

“Oh man, oh yes, my fucking God.” He cried. “Eat my fucking cum you filthy dog-fucking whore.” Patricia did what she was told to do, and ate his spunk as he pulled his soft prick from her face.

My cock was still raging, and I genuinely thought about face fucking Patricia again, as the dog owner clearly needed a bit more time to free Jessy from Patricia’s cunt, but I changed my mind.

“Here dude.” Let me take the leash I said to the dog owner. “This looks like it could take a while. You go get yourself some of that pretty face.”

He fairly threw the leash into my hand and stood to go round to Patricia’s face.

“Ok sweetie-pie.” He laughed unzipping his jeans. “I have the next load for you waiting to burst out of my balls.” He pulled his cock out, and I saw it was much bigger than his friend’s was, even bigger than mine. I would say about 20 maybe even 25 centimetres and plenty of girth. He guided it into Patricia’s open mouth, and started pushing deep into her throat. “Man I haven’t had my cock sucked in months. I’ve been saving this up for you baby.” He exclaimed, and started to fuck rhythmically in and out of Patricia’s face. He did not go deep with every thrust, but alternated between bulging Patricia’s throat to just letting the tip touch the back of her neck. This guy knew what he was doing, he would extract his own maximum pleasure from Patricia’s face, and just as this thought crossed my mind, Jessy took a step away, and his knot popped out of Patricia’s swollen cunt.

“Good boy, Jessy.” I said softly to the dog, patting its neck and turning him back round towards the woman’s exposed rear. “Your work isn’t done yet fella.” I continued. “You are about to find out what the other hole is for.” As I spoke I pointed the dog’s snout back between Patricia’s cheeks, and he immediately responded, starting to pant and lick the woman’s exposed cunt. His cock was still fully exposed and I could see it had started to drip clear sticks liquid again. “Come on boy.” I encouraged him. “Climb up boy, get yourself some ass.” Once again, he mounted Patricia, raking his claws across her thighs, and once again after two or three thrusts into nothing, he dropped back of her back and started to lick her cunt again before mounting her again.

“Come on fella.” I whispered. “You got this big boy.” Jessy once again clawed up onto Patricia’s hips, only this time he hit home and once again started to fuck his cock into her cunt, but I intervened. Reaching under his belly, I grabbed his knot before it had chance to enter Patricia, and used my grip to pull him out. The dog did not care and simply continued to fuck my hand, allowing me to guide the dripping tip into Patricia’s exposed anus. He entered her ass, but once again hesitated, seemingly about to drop off her again.

“Come on, boy.” I repeated. “Fuck this bitch deep in her ass. Get that fucking knot in there fella. Tear her butt-hole open.” As I whispered my encouragement, I wanked his swollen cock in my hand, guiding him deeper into Patricia’s butt, and then he found his rhythm. The dog started to fuck Patricia deep in her ass, and after just a few strokes, his knot was slamming into her sphincter.

“Come on fella, force that thing in there. Open her up boy.” I encouraged him and even pushed on his butt to get him to push harder. Jessy pumped a few more times, and then with a force that drew blood under his claws on Patricia’s thighs, and with me pushing his hips to assist, he forced his massive knot past her resisting muscle and it plopped into her anus. I heard Patricia cry out over the cock in her throat, and I knew she had felt pain as the massive ball at the base of the dock’s penis had pushed her to the limit.

“Yo, lady.” Jessy’s owner laughed. “Did my boy just pop his knot into your shitter, girl? I never thought I would end up spit roasting some chick together with my dog. Hey man.” He then directed at me. “Are you sure she likes this kind of shit?”

“She loves it.” I responded. “Give all you have dude. Fuck her throat while Jessy hear opens up her ass with his fucking dog-knot.”

As I spoke, I could actually hear Patricia gagging on the massive piece of meat in her throat. That was no easy feat getting Patricia to gag, and I envied the youth’s size.

“Hey dude.” I said to the youth. “Pull out for a second. I want her to tell you something. Let her speak.” He complied, and continued to stroke his shaft with his right hand as Patricia gasped down air, clearly happy for the reprise.

“Hey, fuck-slut. Patricia dog-cock eater. Answer my questions, bitch.” I directed toward Patricia. Where the fuck is that dog’s cock right now. Where is its fat knot? Tell us exactly where it is, fuck-whore.”

“In my ass, master.” Patricia gasped. She was well trained by now, and knew her ordeal would end sooner by cooperation than resistance.

“And tell us, Patricia anal-slut, how does that fat cock and knot up your ass feel. Do you like it?” I asked, and knew she would say what I wanted her to say.

“Yes, sir. I like it she whispered.”

“And what about the cock fucking your dirty fuck-whore face. How does that taste? What do you think of that boy’s junk, suck-bitch?” I tormented her, and again got the answer I wanted.

“I love it, master. It is a beautiful cock, sir. It is one of the biggest I have ever had in my mouth and I can’t wait for it to fill my throat with hot and salty sperm. I want him to empty his balls deep in my neck and make me eat it. I want him to fuck my skull like the cock sucking whore I am. I want to feel his balls slapping at my chin and his pubic bone crushing my nose. He should spit in my face and slap me. Use me that is what my face is for. For cocks. I am a fuck-face bitch.”

This was too much for the poor youth, and he rammed his cock back into Patricia’s face, pushing to full depth, and spitting into her face as she had suggested.

“You fucking filthy cock-sucking bitch.” He finally growled, realising that he could do whatever he wanted with her. Now he really went for it, and Patricia was getting almost no air.

“That’s it dude.” I encouraged. “Choke the bitch with that massive cock. Ram it down her throat and skull-fuck her until she passes out.” He obliged, pumping faster and faster, and for a moment, I thought Patricia was indeed going to pass out. Then with an below as primeval as I have ever heard, he flooded her throat with his cum. Christ knows how much it was, but I could hear Patricia gulping and coughing over what was clearly a massive flood of gulp into her throat.

“Swallow it all cock sucker.” He growled, and pushed even deeper into Patricia’s neck. “Drink my fucking cum, bitch.” Then he was finally spent and the poor woman could cough and splutter and gulp down much needed air.

Jessy once again slipped off Patricia’s hips, but remained anchored by his knot, clamped in behind her sphincter. I wondered how long that would take to go down to a size where we could get it out without tearing her anus into shreds. She would have to suffer her fate until Jessy managed to free himself.

I glanced over to the park bench and saw the old man had curled up and gone back to sleep. He would wake the next day and wonder if the whole thing hand just been a dream until he found the wad of cash I had given him. Then I noticed that the other youth had disappeared. I wondered where he has slipped off to, but imagined he had not been able to bear the humiliation of not filling Patricia. I wondered if he knew how well hung his mate was. Poor insecure guy.

The dog owner zipped up his flies and came round behind Patricia. He gazed down to look at Jessy hanging in the woman’s butt, and smiled at me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, man.” He stated whilst taking the leash from my hand. “We might be here all night to get him out of there.”

I laughed and agreed. “Yeah, her ass is pretty loose, but that knot is massive. Poor girl squealed when it went in.”

“Jesus, dude, I know. My cock was deep in her throat when she squealed and it was amazing. I wish we could have made her squeal a bit more.” He added.

“Sure, I know the feeling, mate.” I responded. “Whipping them is always a good way. But with Jessy in her butt, I had nowhere to whip, or I would have taken my belt to her ass.”

“What amazes me,” He continued whilst lighting a cigarette “Is that she likes it. That she wants it. I only thought women like that exist in porn, not in the real world.”

“It’s a long story, dude.” I stated. “A long and complicated story that most women don’t understand or admit to themselves. I can only tell you that once you break them in, humiliate them and hurt them. Once you get them to do the most disgusting and humiliating things, they start to do anything. Like her sucking that guys filthy infested cock. It disgusted her, but she liked being forced and disgusted. You see, when we force women into these things, they can free themselves of any feelings of blame or guilt for having pleasure. They have an excuse to do the most sexual and perverted things they can dream of, free of guilt and shame. This is a massive simplification, but it is the start of understanding why you can get even the sweetest of girls to do the most disgusting and perverted things.”

As I finished my last sentence, Jessy tugged at the knot in Patricia’s ass, and she let out a deep groan as her anus gaped around the now somewhat smaller knot. Then with a loud plop, it pulled out and Jessy was free.

“Well that was quicker than I expected.” My new friend said, and we both laughed.

“What’s your name dude?” I asked and actually offered him my hand to shake.

“Peter, my man.” He responded shaking my offered hand. “And you?”

“Kurt.” I said simply, still shaking his hand. “And this piece of fuck-meat is Patricia.” As I told him her name, I kicked at Patricia’s exposed butt. “And she is now going to turn round and get her mouth back on Jessy’s cock. The poor guy needs cleaning. Did you hear me, bitch, your dog wants his cock sucking again.”

“Yes, master.” Patricia whispered, and remaining on all fours, turned round to face us.

“Hey, wait a second.” Peter said. “Come sit on my feet Patricia, with your back against my legs.” I wondered what he was planning. Patricia gaze up at me for permission.

“You heard him dog-sucker. Sit on his feet as commanded.” I ordered, and she turned round and sat with her back against Peter’s legs.

“Hey, Jess.” Peter called. “All-hey-up.” He commanded and patted his chest. The German Shepard responded to the trained command immediately, jumping onto his hind legs, and placing his front paws on his master’s shoulders. The dog’s still exposed cock and knot were now directly in Patricia’s face, and she knew exactly what was expected of her.

Taking the large knot in her right hand, she guided the swollen penis to her mouth. Immediately clear sticky liquid started to drip from the pointed tip onto her lips. The dog yelped, and had to be comforted by Peter.

“Hey, Jessy. Easy fella.” Peter whispered and held the dog’s collar so he could not move away. “This nice dirty cock-sucker is going to treat you to a special clean up, boy. She sucked your daddy’s fat cock, and now she is going to suck yours, fella.”

“She is going to fuck herself in the throat with it.” I added. “And she going to swallow everything that comes out of it.” I knelt down beside Patricia, so I could see exactly what she was doing.

Patricia responded, and holding Jessy behind his knot, she pushed his shaft into her throat and closed her lips around the swollen shaft. She continued to suck and slurp on the dog’s hard penis whilst Peter kept his pet calm and firmly in position. I continued to give Patricia commands.

“Lick the tip. Stick your tongue into his hole and let the juice flow over your tongue, suck-bitch. I am considering making Jessy your new master, slave. Would you like that? Would you like a dog deciding when he fucks you, when you suck him and when you get pissed on?”

“No, master.” She said between licks at the cock in her hand. “You are my master, and I like you being my master.”

“The problem is Patricia.” I said in a very cold and slow way. “You are of no fucking use to me.” Your cunt and ass are ruined. I have no use for you anymore. All I would ever do with you is ‘throw you to the dogs’ like today. Sure, I can face and throat fuck you, but I need all holes working on a fuck-toy.”

“I’m sorry, master.” She sobbed and again put Jessy’s cock back into her mouth. There was a copious amount of fluid now, and the dog was whining and yelping, though not in a distressed way. Peter calmed and assured him as he started to hump into Patricia’s face.

“That’s it, dog-bitch.” I said. “Keep sucking that dog cock and drinking his juice. Maybe he will have a use for you in the future when no one else wants to fuck your sloppy ass and cunt. I am sure Peter here would love you to visit him from now on. He can throat fuck you whilst Jessy fucks your cunt and ass.”

Then I hammered the first nail into Patricia’s hope speaking to Peter. “Hey Peter, remind me to send you two very interesting videos before we go our separate ways tonight. I suspect you can put them to good use, dude.”

“Oh master!” Patricia moaned, and I knew she understood that she was going to get a new master tonight. Not the dog, I was just being cruel with that threat. I was going to give Peter the means to control Patricia. To fuck her if he wanted, and to have her service his dog.

“Hey my man, I look forward dude.” Peter replied.

Then an evil, evil thought went through my mind, and I knew it would send panic into Patricia’s heart, if I were anywhere close with my next question.

“Tell me, slave.” I started. “You told me you have two children. How old are they? What are they? Girls or boys or both?” The question hit home, and Patricia dropped the cock from her hand and mouth as she turned to look at me.

“Please no!” She said, tears welling in her eyes. “Not that, not my girls.” She pleaded. So I knew now they were girls.

“How old are they, fuck bitch?” I demanded. “And who told you to stop sucking that dog-cock? Get that shit back in your mouth, whore, but first tell me how old your girls are. Do not lie. I will know.” I demanded, and Patricia knew she had already given me too much information. She knew I had her.

“Master, they are still so young.” She started. “14 the youngest and 17 the oldest. But please, they…”

“Shut the fuck up bitch and continue sucking that dog cock.” I snapped, and as I spoke, I picked up her coat from the ground and dipped through the pockets. I found her purse and I found what I was looking for, her mobile. “Pin?” I demanded, and she took Jessy’s dripping cock out of her mouth long enough to tell me. She knew she had lost major and there was no point in fighting. I went into her phone.

As Patricia continued to lick and suck on the panting dog’s cock, I grabbed everything I needed from her Phone. It took me about 5 to 8 minutes, but by the time I was finished I had her address, I knew her Husband was French, about 2m tall and very, very black. Her girls were beautiful, and the oldest, Miriam looked just like her mother, but with browner skin, clearly from her father. At 17, she was within my hunting-range, but the distance was too much trouble. Maybe one day sweet little Miriam would feel the thrust of my cock into her tight holes, but for now it was enough to make Patricia believe I would do it.

I swapped information with Peter, and forwarded him the videos as promised. I also gave him all the information I had gathered from Patricia’s phone. I wondered if he might find a way to fuck Miriam, and suspected he probably would. I hoped that he would be clever enough not to get caught by her father, though with the smears, blood, spunk and scratches on Patricia’s body tonight, things might get exposed anyway. I decided to switch my hotel as early as possible, even though I only had two days left.

We finally pulled Jessy off Patricia’s face. Patricia had been sucking the dog’s cock for at least twenty minutes and her face was a mess. I do not know where dogs get all that fluid from, but it is constant. It was stuck to Patricia’s lips and chin, smeared across her cheeks and in her hair. The claw marks on her thighs and hips were also clearly not of human making. There was literally no way to explain those to her husband. That was her problem. I simply knew that eventually, I would watch a dog fucking a woman again.

It was now well after midnight, and it was time to move on. Peter tied Jessy to a small tree, and then the two of us knelt Patricia on the ground, still naked between us. We were both soft and both needed to piss. Peter had alerted me to his full bladder by asking me to hold on to Jessy while he went to piss.

“Dude, I still need to teach you so much.” I had said, and called Patricia over, who was sitting still naked with her back against a tree.

“Piss-bitch. Get over here, now.” I called. “We need to piss.”

“Jesus, fuck, man.” Peter said. “She does that, too.”

“She does whatever you tell her to, my friend.” I stated simply. “That is the point of a fuck-toy. A fuck-slave. They obey.” Patricia obeyed now, and as she knelt between Peter and me, we released our bladders, pissing directly into her mouth, over her face, tits and exposed thighs. Normally, I make a woman drink everything. I slap her if she spills any, but sometimes it is good to humiliate them by pissing on their faces and bodies. That is what Peter and I did, still making sure, she swallowed enough, too.

I let Peter play the gentleman and take Patricia home. I handed her coat over, and asked him to guide her through the streets to her house as she covered her battered naked body. It might seem strange that we do these things. That hunters and Hawks like me abuse and hurt our toys, yet always make sure no one else does so without our permission and control, but that is the way of the Hawk. We work that way.

I set off in the other direction towards my hotel, funnily enough, my balls still busting from just having watched others fuck Patricia’s holes, but not blowing a load myself. I would need to help myself out with my hand at the hotel, or maybe I could sweet talk the receptionist Wolfgang had been flirting with. I chuckled at my own foolishness, not getting Patricia to suck me off at least one last time. Then I saw her. The dress caught my eye first. Bright red and short. Her slender brown legs, the high heels. A small leather bag was lung over her shoulder. She had clearly been out on the town. My cock sprang to life and the Hawk awoke. I checked the surroundings. I checked her.

She was coming towards me. On my side of the road. I acted disinterested so as not to alarm her as she passed, but I had scanned her from head to toe with the precision of the hunter, I assessed my prey, she was young. Perhaps twenty to twenty five. Long blonde hair, not tied back or up, but flowing over her naked shoulders in the light summer breeze. Three more steps. Two more, then she passed me, not even giving me a glance. I slipped the knife from my inside pocket and I turned behind her and with three long steps I was behind her. I clasped my left hand over her mouth from behind, holding her head extremely tights whilst putting the knife to her neck. She flinched as she felt the steel touch her delicate skin.

“Stay quiet.” I hissed and guided her towards a darkened alley. I had seen the entrance ahead and to the right as she approached me and timed my pass perfectly. My plan had worked. Her trembling teenage body pushed up against mine, and she must have felt my rock hard cock against her butt through the flimsy red material of her dress. I pushed her up against a wall, staying behind her.

Once in the cover of the alleyway, I whispered my instructions. “I will let go of your mouth and you will remain silent. If you scream or shout, I will not kill you, I will slice your fucking nose off and gauge your face beyond recognition. Do you understand? Nod, if you do!” She nodded, and I let go of her mouth. “Do not fucking speak.” I commanded. This is where almost all will speak. They will try to beg, negotiate. It is pointless, so I make them stop in advance. She remained silent. I released my grip, and took a step back from her slender body.

I waited a second to see if she would move or try to turn her head to look at me. She did not.

“That’s it.” I whispered. “Do not turn round, do not move and do not speak.” As I spoke, I took several steps backwards out of the ally. I glanced quickly right then left to make sure no one had seen me drag the girl into the darkened entrance. The street was deserted. Perfect. I slipped back into the shadows, and moved up behind her.

“Ok, these are the rules.” I started. “You will not speak unless I tell you to speak or ask you a direct question. You will do exactly what I tell you when I tell you and without argument or protest. If you are allowed to speak you will call me sir. Do you understand?”

“Please…” She started.

“I will cut your fucking face if you beg. Do you understand the fucking rules?” I growled…

“Yes, sir.” She sobbed and huge tremor went through her chest. “I understand.”

“What is your name?” I asked. “And don’t lie. I am going to check your ID in a second so lying is pointless.” I said this softly.

“Leonie.” She whispered.

“Ok, Leonie, listen, if you cooperate. Answer my questions, do exactly what I tell you to do and do not fight or try to run, I will not hurt you and after a few minutes you can be back on your way. Do you understand?” Again, I was speaking softly and reassuringly.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Yes, what Leonie?” I questioned and she quickly added a yes sir.

“How old are you, Leonie?” I asked, not that it mattered. She was old enough. I could see that.

“I am twenty one, sir.” She replied, her voice steading now. She was calming down a little.

“Listen to me very, very carefully Leonie-twenty-one.” I whispered. “I am going to do some things that you will not like. I am going to make you do some things that you will not like. But remember, none of these things will really hurt you. Not in the way, my knife will hurt you if you make me angry. I am not going to do anything to you that will damage your beauty or leave scars, unless you anger me. Do you understand, sweetheart?” My voice was soothing, gentle and almost as though I was talking to a child. She sobbed again, another tremor heaving through her chest.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” She sobbed.

“Ok, Leonie. Tell me. What do you think I am going to do to you, sweetheart?” I asked, and knew the answer her brain would already have processed.

“You are going to rape me, sir.” She replied, and another sob shook her body. She was a good learner, remembering to add the sir at the end. I liked her, and thought carefully about my reply as I took in the slimness of her wait, the curve of her hips, and the perfect pert buttocks pushing at the thin red material of her dress. My eyes swept down below the hem of her dress, to take in a show of thigh slender calves. She was stunning.

“I might do that to you, Leonie.” I replied. “I haven’t decided yet. Right now, I am enjoying looking at you. Do you like men and boys looking at you Leonie?” I asked.

“Sometimes.” She responded honestly. “It depends on the man or boy, sir. If I like them, too, then I like them to look at me.”

“Lift up your dress, Leonie.” I whispered. “Put your bag on the floor, and then slowly raise your dress until I can see your ass.”

I thought she would surely now beg, but she did not. She simply slipped the bag from her shoulder and dropped it beside her feet, before taking the hem of her dress in both hands and slowly raising it up her slender body. My cock was pulsating and throbbing in my trousers. Centimetre by centimetre she uncovered her perfect skin to my gaze.

The alley was not well lit, but there was enough light from the street for me to see her beauty, and beauty it was. I stepped closer, but stayed far enough away to still be able to take in her entire body with my gaze. The hem of her dress now slipped over perfect buttocks and my cock almost exploded as I took in what can only be described as the perfect butt. She was wearing a red thong, the red matching her dress and clearly designed to avoid lines and colour showing through the thin material, so the cheeks of her ass were exposed. They were rounded, pert and firm. I wanted to touch them, but held back.

“Keep going.” I breathed heavily. “Just take it off completely, Leonie.”

The dress continued up her well-toned body, exposing her slender waist and hips, then a beautiful back. A red bra to match the thong was clasped beneath her shoulder blades, and then finally, she tugged the opening over her flowing blonde hair, and stood with the dress in her hands in front of her semi naked body.

“You are stunning.” I stated, as if I was courting a lover rather than assaulting a young girl in a dark deserted Berlin alley. “Drop the dress onto the floor, and listen very carefully to my next order.”

She let the flimsy material slip from her fingers, and stood still waiting for me to tell her what to do. I said nothing. I walked up behind her until my breath was moving the hair at the nape of her neck. I was still not touching her, but there was electricity between her skin and mine. I knew that once I touched this girl, I would need to possess her, to have her, to make her mine.

“I want you to close your eyes. I want you to promise not to look at me, do you understand?” I finally asked.

“Yes, sir.” She whispered. “I promise.”

“Ok, close your eyes and turn round.” I commanded, and she turned to face me, her eyes tightly shut.

“Good, girl.” I whispered, and took in her perfect face. She had a little of something resembling a Native American. High, well defined cheekbones, full red lips without lipstick. In fact, she was not wearing any makeup and I was yearning to see the colour of her eyes.

“What colour are your eyes?” I asked instead, and the question seemed to take her by surprise.

“Erm, sorry, erm they are green.” She finally stated, adding a quick “sir.”

“Are you a natural blonde?” I asked, and she confirmed she was.

“Yes, sir. I am a natural blonde.”

I let my eyes wander from her face over one of the most beautiful necks I have ever seen and onto her breasts. The red bra was only half-cupped to accommodate the low cut of her party dress, and her breasts were full and round. Not too large, but ample. There was just the slightest suggestion of dark areola, and her nipples caused the material to protrude a little.

“Were you at a party?” I asked, as if chatting with a friend.

“No, not really, sir.” She said. “I was out dancing with some friends. We went to a club.”

“Have you been drinking?” I asked, interested where physical and mental state.

“No. Genuinely, I have not, sir. I don’t drink.” She said, and I sensed it to be the truth. My eyes wandered down to her perfect flat belly, her curved thighs and the triangle of red between them. My cock was hurting, my balls were aching, and still I had not laid a finger on this beautiful girl. She was captivating.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. What a fucking stupid question. What was wrong with me?

“No, I don’t she replied.” Again, I sensed she was telling me the truth.

“Leonie, I want you to tell me the truth. How many men, roughly, have you had sex with?” I worried to myself that if she turned out be a virgin, I would shoot in my pants right there. No danger of that, as my fantasy of the most beautiful girl I had ever met being a virgin turned out to be just that, fantasy.

“Just one.” She whispered. “I swear, sir. I had a boyfriend from seventeen until just last month.” She added. “Richard, a really nice guy and when I was eighteen, we started to have sex. I loved him.” She added as if trying to justify the dirty deed to me. My cock pulsated, and I needed to either fuck this girl or let her go, I was torturing myself, not her. “Then last month, he broke up with me and went to America.” The sadness that now crossed her face made her even more beautiful. I needed her.

I slipped the knife into my inside pocket and reached out. I let my fingers gently touch her hips. She flinched ever so slightly, and I felt a rush of blood to my fingertips. Her skin was perfection and I had now broken that invisible force field, going beyond the point of no return. I began to explore, sliding my hands up to her breasts, slipping a finger into the half cup to feel her erect nipple. I tugged, pulling both cups down to expose her beauty. Again, telling her she was beautiful.

“You are beautiful, Leonie. You are stunning, and I am going to try not to hurt you. Richard is a fucking idiot.” I laughed, and lowered my mouth to her left breast, sucking her elongated nipple into my mouth. She gasped, and as my right hand held her perfect breast steady for my mouth, I lowered my left hand palm down across her flat belly, going deeper, until I reached her mound. Again, as my fingers touched the thin material of her thong, she gasped, and I bit down gently on her nipple.

“Keep your eyes closed.” I commanded, noticing she had risked a sneaky peak down at my face, which was buried between her breasts, going from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking biting lightly. “If you keep looking, I will have to blindfold you by cutting strips of your dress with my knife.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, and I could see her eyes were once again clamped shut.

My left hand rested on her pubic area. I could feel hair beneath the thin material, and I presumed she would be blonde down there, if she were telling the truth about being a natural. I slipped a finger inside her right leg hole, and wiggled my way to her lips. Her breathing became heavier, and when I finally managed to put the tip of my middle finger into her slit, it was wet. I pushed and she gasped, I pushed and worked and my middle finger went into her hot steamy cunt.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed, and actually sagged onto my hand a little. I uncurled my index finger and added it to her cunt, before removing both fingers and letting her breast fall from my mouth. I stood up straight, and placed my right hand on her left cheek whilst I stared at her face. She actually smiled.

“Open your mouth a little.” I commanded, and she obeyed. I placed the sticky glistening middle and index fingers of my left land into her mouth and she closed her lips around them, cleaning her own cunt juices from my hand, a half smile still on her lips.

“I know the ground is a little hard, but now I want you to get down on your knees and get my cock out.” I said. “I want you to suck me. I want to feel your beautiful, warm and wet mouth engulfing my cock, Leonie. I want you to show me how good you are at sucking cock.” As I spoke I placed my hands on her shoulders, and she complied, sinking gently onto her knees before me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now get my cock out.”

I helped her. She was struggling a little with my belt, so I undid it for her and thumbed my trousers down to my thighs. I let her tug down my boxers, and as my rampant cock finally sprang free into the night air, she was already reaching for it with her right hand.

Just the touch of her slender fingers curling round my shaft bade me throb even harder. My balls were bursting and I knew this was not going to take long. At just twenty-one and only ever having one boyfriend, I was not expecting much in the way of oral skills from Leonie. However, with her beautiful face and mouth and her long flowing blonde hair, I knew my balls would release their cream quickly. I was wrong. She was in fact, quite good. She did not simply take me into her mouth and start sucking and tugging at my cock. She flicked the tip of her tongue along the underside of my shaft, then circled my glans a few times, then flicked her tongue back down my shaft to my balls.

“That’s it sweetheart, lick my balls.” I groaned, and she complied, licking around my sack before sucking my right ball into her warm mouth. She used her right hand to hold my shaft up towards my belly, and sank lower onto her haunches to get beneath my groin. Leonie was a good little cocksucker, and I took a deep breath as she let my right ball plop out of her mouth in order to suck the left one in.

“Good girl, Leonie.” I whispered. “Now suck me off, sweetheart. I want to feed you my cream. It’s a long story, but my balls are ready to bust so you need to suck the spunk out of them right now.” As I spoke, Leonie slid her through up the underside of my shaft, and parting her lips, took my glans into her warm, wet mouth. I groaned and took her head in both my hands as she started to push her face on and off my cock.

“Sweetheart, you know how to treat a man’s cock, don’t you baby. I whispered, and started to guide her head with my hands, encouraging her to take me a little deeper with each thrust. “That’s it Leonie, open your throat, take me deep. Show me how deep you can take my cock.” As I touched the back of her throat, she balked a little, but did not resist as I pushed even deeper with the next thrust.

“Suck me girl, suck the fucking cum out of my balls.” I growled and forced even deeper into her neck, this time stopping, holding her head with my cock not fully in her throat, but almost. I held her until she started to pant from her nostrils, and still I held her until she started pushing at my thighs with her hands. I pushed a little deeper and still held her, as she started to slap at my thighs now, starting to panic and gulp for air that was not there. This was what I wanted. Her throat convulsing over my swollen glans, massaging me, bringing me to the point of ecstasy.

“Oh yeas, sweetheart. That’s it, almost there.” I gasped and made one final thrust with my hips whilst pushing her head into my groin. My cock forced the last few centimetres of her throat open and buried itself deep in her neck. My balls hit her chin and the familiar tingle started to build at the base of my spine. As I looked down, I could see her eyes were now wide open, but she was not looking at me, she was not seeing anything. Tears were streaming down her bright red face, and her eyes were bulging out of the sockets. I was about to cum.

“Now you eat my cum, Leonie.” I growled, but instead of shooting my load into her throat, I quickly pulled out and held her chin with my left hand whilst I wanked my cock into her open mouth. She coughed and gasped for air, and I spunked over her lips, her tongue even her cheeks and nose. I made sure enough shot into the back of her throat, too, and as the final spurts were dripping from my prick, I pushed it back into her mouth.

“Suck me.” I commanded, and now having finally caught her breath, she suckled on my glans, draining the last dregs of spunk from my still hard shaft.

This actually happens to me a lot. If I go an entire day or several hours in a state of being horny, but cannot or do not get off, when I finally do get off, I remain hard. I remember a girl once sucking me off seven times in a row without stopping in between. I had been horny all fucking day, and after hours of having a fucking hard on, I finally got some bitch to suck me off. She was amazed having swallowed my spunk that I did not soften, and so she kept going with a silly little giggle. Today, it was the same with Leonie, my cock was still rock hard and still ready for action.

“Keep sucking.” I commanded, and she did as she was told. I wanted to make sure I was nice and hard. Her lips and mouth caressed me perfectly, and she even dropped back down to licking and sucking my balls. I let her play with me for some time before asking her a question.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” I asked flatly, and she coughed out my cock in shock.

“What? I mean sorry, sir.” The question clearly taking her aback.

“I asked if you have ever been butt-fucked” Sodomised? Did Richard ever put or try to put his cock in your ass?” I asked again, and she whispered that he never had.

So here I was with possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever managed to get my hands on, and whilst her pussy and mouth were not virgin, her ass was. My favourite kind of hole to fuck. I pushed my cock back into her mouth, and told her to keep sucking, angry with myself.

“That’s it, sweetheart, keep sucking my cock.” I encouraged, as my anger grew.

I was angry because I was in a stupid fucking moral dilemma or rather argument with myself. Here I was with what was ultimately the perfect anal for the taking, and suddenly I like the fucking girl and do not want to ‘hurt’ her too much. I know I had promised her that I would not ‘really hurt her’ but that did not include not fucking her in the ass. Fuck, from the second I had seen her coming towards me, I was intending on opening her butthole with my cock, and now I was being some kind of pussy.

“Stand up.” I commanded, and actually tugged on her hair to make her comply, not that she needed forcing; she was already getting to her feet. “Keep your eyes closed.” I reminded her, and when she was finally standing in front of me, I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Turn round.” I said, and guided her to face the wall again.

“I want you to remove your bra. Then I want you to bend over at the waist, and remove your thong, very, very slowly.” I stated. “I want you to pull it down, and step out of it, then bend back over. I need you to reach back, grab your ass cheeks and spread them for me. Do it! Now!”

Leonie was not very tall, but she had long legs. Judging from her hip height, I would not need to bend my knees too much in order to get my cock into her now open and waiting cunt. However, first I wanted to admire the view. From behind, her lips were full and a brownish colour. I prefer darker cunt-lips to pink lips. There is something raw-meat about cunts if they are too pink. Leonie had a magnificent cunt, and I was very much looking forward to getting my cock into it.

She also had a tight, skin-coloured anus that was about as pretty as any rectum can be. I just knew my fat cock would hurt her when forcing its way into that tiny puckered hole, and that fucking moral dilemma went off in my head again. I changed the subject.

“Spread your cunt lips.” I demanded, and Leonie slipped two fingers from each hand round her ass into her vagina to open the lips. Her hole glistened with cunt juice, and I slowly stepped up behind her, placing the tip of my cock at the wet, warm hole, but not pushing in. Not yet.

“What am I going to do, Leonie?” I asked her. “What am I going to do with my hard, throbbing cock? Tell me exactly what is about to happen.”

“You are going to fuck me, sir.” She whispered, the dirty talk clearly having an effect on her. Her cunt produced another sliver of clear liquid, and I used my right index finger to scoop it from her beautiful twat and smear it over my glans, which were also glistening with pre-cum. As my fingers touched her delicate folds, a shiver went up her back. She actually was enjoying this. She was turned on, so was I.

“I am going to do more than just fuck you, Leonie.” I whispered, and as I spoke, I took her ass cheeks in my hands and knelt down behind her, bringing my mouth to within a few millimetres of her beautiful cunt. “Now, sweet Leonie, I am going to eat you out girl.” I said, and buried my face into her crotch, sticking my tongue directly into her open cunt as my nose took in the smell of her excitement and the taste of watermelon spread over my taste buds. I began to eat, to lick, to slurp, my tongue finding her clit, then sweeping back through her folds to lap up that beautiful juice. I was at a feast.

“Finger your clit.” I commanded, pulling back to catch some air, before pushing my face back into her folds. She tasted gloriously, and I swallowed. I licked out as much juice as she could give me and I ate it, relishing in her sweet muskiness. This was a beautiful cunt, and as I lapped and licked, sucked and nibbled, she flicked and pulled at her clit, small tremors starting to flow down her thighs. She was close to reaching orgasm, and I wanted to be buried deep in her temple when she came. I stood up and grabbed my cock in my right hand, aiming at her open fuck-hole.

“I am going to do a lot more than just fuck you Leonie, but we can get that taken care of now.” I said and pushed my cock into her waiting vagina. Waiting she was. I felt her open and swallow my pushing shaft, pushing her hips back to meet me and grinding her cunt over my cock. She wanted me inside her and she wanted me deep. I obliged. I did not stop pushing until my balls rested against her pubic bone, then taking her hair in my right hand, I pulled her up, arching her back so I could reach round with my left hand and grab her left breast, mashing it and squeezing it as I started to pump in and out of her glorious cunt.

“Keep playing with your clit.” I commanded and she obeyed, Rotating two of her fingers round her bud, slipping them into her cunt together with my cock to lubricate them from time to time, then carrying on masturbating as I fucked her.

“Tell me what I am doing to you Leonie. Say it” I now demanded, and as she spoke she was panting and grinding her hips back to meet my thrusts.

“You are fucking me, sir.” She panted. “You are fucking my cunt with your massive cock.”

“Master!” I said. “Now you call me master, fuck-bitch. Now I own your cunt and your mouth, I use them for my cock, for my pleasure and you are my fuck-toy who will call me master. Now tell your master where his cock is, fuck-toy.” I growled.

She hesitated. Perhaps the tone change and the abusive terms reminded her that what I was doing was not only fucking her; I was raping her. She had not consented to this. I had held a knife to her throat and threatened to cut her face if she did not do as I told her. She did as I had told her and now my cock was in her cunt. I was raping her. “Say it fuck-whore. Tell me what I am doing and where my cock is:” I demanded into her hesitation, and she finally responded.

“You are fucking me master. Your cock is in my cunt and you are fucking me.” She finally panted out, and I corrected her just a little.

“I am raping you, you fuck-whore. I have you bent over like a dog whilst I rape your cunt. I have raped your face and now I am raping your cunt. You are my rape-toy.” I was hissing as I said this, and clawing at her thighs with my fingers, and she was building to an orgasm, that finally rocked her body and sent her weak at the knees. If I had not wrapped an arm under her belly and pulled her back onto my shaft, I am sure she would have fallen to the ground. Her thighs shook, and she gasped for air as the waves swept over her body.

“Oh my God.” She panted, and then let out a tiny little growl as she ground her hips hard into my thighs, impaling herself on my still hard cock. I simply held her and waited for her shaking to subside before moving on to bring this alleyway rape to its conclusion.

“Now, my sweet little rape-whore.” I whispered. “I am going to fuck you in the ass.”

🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat - Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️

Please, Rate This Story:

(average: 4.88 out of 8 votes)