Paying a debt – Part 3

The little whore meets the old Pops, who isn’t as kind as you might think

I was impressed by his stamina. He had already cum twice in a short amount, but again I felt his cock harden in his jeans, as I pressed my body against him, deepening the kiss. His hands caressed my back and my ass and I moaned softly. I remembered my promise to myself. I would do what I needed to do to survive, but also to have a little fun in the process. And now that I had his promise, I felt safe. Safe enough to let my hands slide down his chest towards the bulge in his pants and squeezing softly. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, a serious look on his face.
“You’re going to drain me completely, little one.” I just smirked back, feeling bold as I stood this close to him.
“I thought that was the plan? After all, I have a debt to pay.” Before I would lose my nerve, I took his large hand in mine and stepped away from him, pulling Zeke with me. He followed me with an amused look on his face. I took him to the couch in the corner of the living room. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, along with his boxers. I was right. He was rock hard again.
“Sit,” I ordered, giggling nervously. I knew I was pushing it when I saw his eyebrow rise at my words. After all, who was I to give him commands? But he did it anyway, placing his naked ass in the middle of the couch. I then climbed on top of him. I remembered how thick he felt, the first time inside my pussy. Or how he ripped my ass so wide open. And yet… Maybe I was being masochistic, or I had really lost my mind, but I wanted to feel him again. I wanted the pain. So I aimed his cock up, right at the entrance of my pussy. Very slowly I lowered myself on his cock, groaning loudly as he stretched my battered pussy. This time however, I was absolutely soaked. His hand found my hip, guiding me down his cock. I threw my head back as I felt how he filled me. This time, I was in control. I decided how deep he would go. How hard I would be fucked. I lowered myself as deep as I felt comfortable, before I started rocking my hips. His large hand shifted from my hip to my lower back and my ass, squeezing my skin. His other hand moved to my breast, which he also grasped hard. No. I was in control. So I placed my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, so that his mouth was aligned with my nipple. He understood. His mouth opened and I saw my entire nipple disappear between his lips. He sucked hard, his teeth digging in my soft flesh. He was much harder than I had hoped as he sucked. His hand on my back forced me to move faster too. So I gave in. I rocked hard against him, bouncing on his thick cock. I was seeking my own pleasure this time. And he gave it to me. I fucked him faster, moaning deeply. He bit down harder on my breast, which only caused me to bounce harder up and down.

“I am sorry for the interruption,” a low voice suddenly said. My body shook as I was startled, quickly glancing back.
“Pops,” Zeke said, before groaning. “Don’t stop moving, slut.” He slapped my ass.
“Sorry Daddy,” I answered softly, going right back to the bouncing on his cock. I was so close anyway, so it was easy to fall back into the same rhythm. My moans yet again filling the room.
“I didn’t expect you yet.” It was weird to fuck someone while they were having a casual chat. The elderly man sat down on the other couch, watching us.
“I can see that. Who is this lovely lady?” Zeke moved his hands to my hips in response, changing my movements back to grinding, so talking would be a bit easier for him. I just complied, leaning my forehead against his chest, rolling my hips against him. I was dangling right on the edge, but somehow it felt rude to interrupt their conversation.
“This is my whore for tonight and tomorrow. She’s payment.” I was breathing hard, gripping Zeke’s shirt as I whimpered softly.
“She’s awfully young, isn’t she?” I could feel both their eyes burning on me as Zeke pushed me back up, grabbing my arms and pushing them behind my back. He made me clasp my own forearms and I did, not stopping my movements. I knew he was showing my body to this man.
“She’s 14. So that pussy is still deliciously tight.” At that, he leaned forward again, taking my other breast in his mouth and sucked my tit right between his teeth, clamping down. I whimpered louder, my hips rocking harder.
“Please, Daddy!” I moaned, unable to stop myself.
“I do believe she’s desperate. What do you say, Pops, should we allow her to cum?”
“Daddy, hm? She’s a cutie. Sure, let her cum. She’s worked hard for it, from what I can see.” Zeke’s hand curled around my throat at that, forcing me to look up at him.
“You heard the old man. Cum, little whore. Cum for Daddy.” Caught in his eyes, I exploded, moaning loud and twitching on his cock. I knew he said something to the man, but I didn’t hear it as I was overcome with my own pleasure. I felt how Zeke stood up, turned around and placed me on the couch. From that position, he started fucking me hard. His cock drove deep inside me, prolonging my own orgasm. I was absolutely gone when he pumped my young fertile pussy full with his black seed again.

I blinked a couple of times when Zeke pulled back from me, leaving me gaping. He pulled up his pants and sat down on the couch next to me, lifting my head to his lap.
“That’s a pretty pussy you’ve got there,” the older man said, his eyes now focused on my abused cunt. I wanted to close my legs, but just a short sound from Zeke’s throat immediately stopped my movement.
“What do you say to Pops?” Zeke asked me, his voice stern.
“Thank you, sir.” I looked at his face. If possible, his skin was even darker than Zeke. He was old too, at least 60, if not older. Graying hair and wrinkles covering his face.
“Call me Pops.” My eyes glanced from Zeke to Pops and back. They looked nothing alike. Pops just chuckled at that. “No, he isn’t my grandson. Pops is just a nickname. What do I call you?”
Zeke interrupted me before I could say anything. “She’s just a whore. Any name will do. She has not earned a name yet.” I lowered my face at that, a deep flush on my cheeks. I couldn’t fight his words. After all, Pops came in when I was fucking Zeke, moaning like a true whore. That name was only fitting.
“Did you fix it?” Zeke then asked, his hand resting on my breast.
“I sure did! Give it a day or two, and then it should no longer be a bother to you.”
“Good, well done. I knew I could count on you. I will hold up my end of the deal.” Pops nodded and leaned back on the couch. I could feel his eyes burning on me.
“Although, I would much rather discuss the deal if you allow me to take her upstairs.” My eyes shifted to Zeke immediately, pleading silently not to let this man take me. There was something about him that scared the hell out of me. The way he almost drooled over my pussy, being just as old as my own grandfather. Not only that, the look on his face when he said that gave me the creeps. Zeke ignored me.
“No.” My heart leaped up, feeling thankful. “She’s on me. You don’t have to pay for her.” And at that, I felt disappointment wash over me. “Take as long as you need.” I saw the glow in Pops’ eyes, a dark twinkle that I did not like.

Zeke then turned to me. “Why don’t you show Pops to the room? I expect you to be on your best behavior.” I sat up and turned towards him.
“You promised,” I said with a soft voice, looking at him. Gently he grabbed my face.
“I promised I would take care of you and keep you safe if you take care of my boys. Pops is one of them. So be good.” He kissed me then shortly.
“Yes, Daddy.”

I rose from the couch and saw how Pops followed my movements. With dread in my bones, I moved towards the stairs to the room I had been in before. Every time I came here, I noticed a little bit more detail. There was no door to the room, or rather, there used to be one once. Besides the bed with a nightstand in a corner, and a closet, there was nothing. The floor was dirty, the bed was stained and there were even weird shaped stains on the wall.
“No, Princess, first I want to clean that pussy a bit. Even though I love Zeke to death, I prefer my pussy clean.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bathroom. There, he placed me in the shower and unscrewed the showerhead from the hose. He didn’t bother waiting for the water to warm up, as he pushed my legs wider and placed the hose at the entrance of my cunt. Ice cold water flushed right down my pussy, washing all of Zeke’s seed away. I whimpered from the cold, trying to get away, but his firm hand kept me in place.
“Just a little more.” My whole body was covered in goosebumps and I was shivering. Finally, he pulled the hose away, turning the water off. He grabbed a towel, which really wasn’t clean, and rubbed me roughly until I was dry.

Pops dragged me back to the bedroom. His movements were harsh. Zeke had been rough with me before, but this was different. Zeke never wanted to hurt me, he wanted to show who was in charge and that I had no say in this. Pops, however… It felt like he did want to hurt me. He left me in the middle of the room, still shivering, and walked towards the closet. He took some things from there, stuffing them in his pockets, before walking back to me. His hand found my breast, my nipples were painfully hard from the cold but he rolled them anyway between his fingers. Without saying a word, he took something shiny from his pocket and attached it to first my left, then my right nipple. I cried out, looking down to find nipple clamps digging into my nipples.
“I have one rule. You may moan, you may whimper, but I want you to stay quiet. You don’t want me to tell Zeke that you didn’t listen? That you didn’t take care of me? That you failed your duty?” I closed my eyes as a tear slid down my face. Suddenly, he yanked hard on the chain attached between the clamps. I opened my mouth to scream, but I stopped myself just in time, staring up at him.
“Answer me.”
“No, Pops. I will listen.” At that, he softly stroked my cheek, causing me to flinch. He chuckled.
“Don’t worry, little whore. You will be back in your Daddy’s arms soon, as soon as I had my fun.” Using the chain, he pulled me towards the bed. I quickly followed, trying to lessen the pain shooting through my nipples. He pushed me on my back, lifting my knees so my feet rested on the bed, spreading my pussy right open. He then hovered over me, taking the chain between his fingers again and pulled just enough that there was tension on my nipples. I whimpered softly.
“We never have girls as young as you. Normally they’re a lot older.” He kissed the side of my neck and I quickly looked away to the wall, trying to ignore the feeling of his lips against my skin. “I like my girls young.” I felt like I would throw up.

“Open your mouth and keep your eyes open,” he said with a seductive tone. I really did not want to kiss him or suck his ancient dick, but I did what he asked. I didn’t want to disappoint Zeke. But Pops did no such thing. Instead, he pushed the chain between the nipple clamps between my teeth. They were tight enough that I had to keep my head lifted, otherwise I would be pulling on my own nipples. He then shifted all his attention to my pussy. Very softly he kissed my outer pussy lips and inhaled deeply.
“Ah, the scent of a teenager. I am going to have fun with you, missy.” With his fingers, he pulled my labia wide, before letting his tongue explore. I wanted to throw my head back in disgust or look away, but I couldn’t. Being forced to keep my eyes open also meant being forced to see what he was doing. Even if I looked at the wall behind him, I would still see what he was doing. He was so gentle, as he savored and enjoyed every little bit of me. He licked softly, sucked on my clit and dipped his tongue in my pussy. I was completely wet and soaked from his tongue. He moaned the entire time, his eyes trained on my cunt.
“You are so pretty. I wish I could call you mine. I would mark you and brand you. But, I promised Zeke once that I would not leave permanent marks on girls that aren’t mine. So I will just work with these.” He grabbed something else from his pocket, and I saw similar clamps as the ones he put on my nipples. He took first my left labia, and clamped the top. He then pulled the chain around my thigh and clamped it to the lower part. He did the same with the right labia, pulling me right open. I gritted my teeth a little, hating feeling so exposed in front of such a pervert. I also hated how I started to feel uncomfortable. I wanted to lay my head down, but I couldn’t. He pushed my legs a little wider and I felt my labia stretch. I whimpered softly, showing my discomfort.
“Just one more and then we’re going to have some fun,” Pops mumbled. He took another clamp from his pocket and, without warning, placed it right on my clit. I barely managed to hold back a groan as pain shot through my body at the harsh bite. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as I dropped my head to the bed, the chain slipping from my mouth. I wanted to curse and pull the clamp off, but he was surprisingly fast by grabbing my wrists and pinning them down to the bed. He loomed over me.
“Aw, baby, you messed up! But don’t worry, I allow all my new toys to mess up once without consequences. So this is your one and only strike. If you mess up again, I won’t be so gentle.” He pried my mouth open and pushed the chain back between my teeth. I had no other choice but to comply. He moved back to my pussy, pulling off the clamp on my clit and placing it back a little lower. The pain of removal and reapplying was intense and I groaned again, but this position was slightly less painful than before. He then started to lick and suck my clit again, which was throbbing painfully. His tongue dipped even deeper in my pussy because I was spread so wide, before inserting his fingers. The whole time he was moaning.

Again he pulled off the clamp on my clit, now positioning it more to the tip. This time I did curse, through gritted teeth, but silently. His eyes shot up to my face in a warning, but he did not stop his sucking and licking. Instead, he pinched the clamp a little tighter on my clit. As well as those on my nipples, so they bit harder on my sensitive skin. Anger was the only thing that kept me going. That kept me silent.
Finally, he pulled away from my pussy. There was not a single spot that hadn’t been sucked, licked and nibbled at least five times. If it wasn’t for his saliva, I would be as dry as the Sahara desert. But Pops didn’t mind. He sat up and pulled his pants off. A thick, but wrinkly short dick appeared. It was rock hard, with puffs of white hair surrounding it. He pushed my knees up, stretching my labia even more, before he slowly let his cock sink inside my pussy, moaning loud. He just chuckled when he saw the look on my face.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I don’t last that long anymore. So I am going to take this nice and slow, taking my sweet time.” And with those words, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. I couldn’t pull away, and I felt his tongue slide over my lips. To my surprise, he used it to grab the chain, pulling it away from my teeth. With each lazy thrust, he pushed up, pulling my nipples away from my body. Each time he slammed inside me, the clamp on my clit moved and the clamps on my labia shifted. I let my head drop on the bed, closing my eyes as I tried to breathe through the sharp pain. I did not dare to move. Nor to moan, or scream, or beg. I just laid there. Allowing the old cock to slide inside my stretched pussy.

He did not lie, when he said he said he didn’t last long. With one last grunt, he pushed his cock deep inside me, pulling harshly on the chain. Thick cum filled my pussy, but I did not care about that anymore. I was just glad it was over. Done. The end was so close now. Hopefully I would never have to see him again.
He released the chain from between his lips and grinned down at me. “If only you were mine…”
He let himself slide out of my pussy and took his time dressing himself. I still laid there, with everything bare. But I couldn’t care anymore. I no longer felt any shame. I no longer felt like myself, I was just a puppet. A hole to be fucked by perverted old men, who made love to my pussy with his tongue. But Pops wasn’t completely done yet. He moved back between my legs. Instead of unclamping the little fucker on my clit, he pulled it off. Slowly. Making me feel every last bit of it. He did unclamp the ones on my labia and I was forever grateful when they were released. He then moved to my nipples. Pops’ eyes were trained on my face as he undid first the left, then the right clamp. There was no instant relief. Instead, the pain only intensified and I whimpered as blood rushed back to my nipples, causing them to throb with each beat of my own heart. Pops only made it worse by taking them in his mouth and sucking them hard.
“I wish I could keep you.” His lips pressed against mine shortly, and he gently caressed my cheek with his thumb. “You are so pretty. And owning a young pussy like that would give me so much pleasure and earn me so much money.” And with that, he disappeared. His footsteps echoing in the hallway, moving down the stairs.

I had done it. I survived the nastiest, most perverted asshole around here. I hoped I would never see him again. Finally I allowed the tears to escape my eyes. I closed my legs and curled up on my side, my back towards the door. For the first time, I allowed myself to feel sorry for myself.

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