Paying a debt – Part 5

As the teenage whore needs to wait on her Daddy, she services two people

When I woke up the following morning, I was curled into a little ball. The sun was shining through an open window in a room I did not recognize. Too afraid to move, I tried to recollect my thoughts. Has it been real? The large, black man with his enormous cock that played with my head and filled my womb with seed? The man with the stinky dick, the old pervert with the clamps and the room filled with more than 20 men, fucking me with three or even four at the same time? I scrunched my eyes shut for a second. It must have been a dream. A horrible, porn-filled dream that ended with a huge orgasm. I shifted just a little bit, but it was enough to feel the dried cum between my legs. It was also that exact moment that I felt my pussy throb and noticed the hardened state of my nipples. It had been real. The clock on the wall told me it was noon. I don’t know how long I slept. What time we went to bed. I didn’t care. All I knew was that it was only twelve more hours to go. Twelve more hours before I would go home. I knew I had to face my stepbrother. No. No, he had to face me. That fucker would have to face his guilt. Suddenly I hoped I would be pregnant, so I could tell him it was his fault for being raped and being bred like a dog.

My anger disappeared quickly when I suddenly felt a hand curl around my chest. A large, dark skinned hand that contrasted so harshly with my own light skin. Zeke had woken up and pulled me against his body like I weighed nothing. His fingers found my nipples and he softly rolled them, so that they were even harder than before. I moaned as electricity shot to my pussy and I closed my eyes. He pulled a little harder and the heady mix between pain and pleasure made my head swim and I realized I wanted more. I had loved fucking my boyfriend before, but I was just missing that little something. I never knew what it was, until now. I didn’t want to be treated as a princess. I wanted to be a whore, one to be used. So when I felt the tip of a thick cock press against my ass, I pushed my hips back.
“Good morning,” Zeke murmured, his voice thick and low from sleep.
“Morning, Daddy.” He lifted my leg in the air and I quickly reached down, grabbing his cock and aiming it at the entrance of my pussy. I hissed when he let himself slide inside me. It burned and throbbed, but it was quickly replaced again by pleasure. He switched to my other nipple and pulled it harshly as he pulled out and slammed back in. I felt so small in his arms. His large hands on my small tits, his thick cock stretching my tight pussy wide. I moaned deeply as I rubbed my own clit. My hips bucked against his movements, wanting to feel him deeper.
“You’re my little Breeding Bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy, please breed me!” He licked the side of my neck, leaving a wet spot.
“You are mine to do as I please.” I rocked my hips with him, feeling him slide as deep as possible each time. Feeling him hit my womb hurt, but it was exactly what I was craving.
“Yes, Daddy. My body is yours alone.” He gripped my tits harder, squeezing them so tight that I couldn’t hold back a whimper, but I didn’t pull back. Instead, I fucked him back harder, driving my small body down on his thick cock. His hand slapped my own hand from my pussy, and instead started to rub it himself.
“Don’t cum. You’re going to be on edge all day. I want you horny and dripping.” I shivered and held my breath, trying to hold back my orgasm. His movements pushed me right to the edge and I had to work hard to keep from falling over. I started sweating.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, barely audible. Suddenly I felt how he stilled, shooting his thick, creamy cum right inside my fertile womb. I groaned deeply, grinding my hips back against him to get every last drop. He didn’t remove his fingers from my clit, but stopped moving as he rode through his pleasure.

A comfortable silence lingered between the two of us. I was snuggled back against Zeke, his cock still in my pussy to keep the cum in and his fingers still claiming my clit. He caressed it from time to time. His other hand rested on my breast. But my thoughts were racing. They kept pulling me from left to right. To hatred towards this man, this asshole Zeke, and him being my Daddy and pumping my pussy full of his delicious cum. Between my reluctance of being here and being raped, to the absolute bliss and the feeling of belonging right here. Between sadness of what my stepbrother Dennis had done to me, and the need to take revenge.
I knew I should hate Zeke, I should detest my situation and forgive Dennis one day. But deep down, I loved it. Once I had gotten used to the feeling of his thickness inside me, his way of treating me, I had started to crave it. And Dennis… well, I wanted to let him see what he did to me. I wanted to see how this experience had changed me. He sold me like a whore, so now I would become a whore.
“Daddy?” I asked softly, not wanting to break the comfort between us.
“Yes, baby girl?” His low voice sent delicious shivers down my spine and I smiled to the wall.
“Could I ask for a favor?” Zeke was silent for a moment, before he hummed, urging me to keep talking.
“When Dennis is picking me up, I want to show him what he did to me.” My cheeks flushed now that I spoke my thoughts out loud. “I want him to feel guilty for using me for his own problems.” Zeke chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
“What did you have in mind?” I felt a bit more relaxed now that he didn’t laugh at the idea.
“I’m not completely sure yet. I mean… if you’ll allow it, I’d like for him to see me cum on your cock. He sold me like a whore, so I want to behave like one in front of him.”
“I like your idea. I know just what to do.” And with those words, pulled himself out of me, rolling to his back. “Now come sit on me and ride me like a whore. The thought of your little body being abused by me in front of him turns me on.” I giggled, not at all bothered by his words, and quickly turned around. I climbed on top of him and moaned loud when I let him slide back deep inside. His large hands found my hips and he quickly forced my body to bounce on his cock as I moaned his name.

Cum was slowly dripping down my legs as I made myself useful in the kitchen. Zeke had made us breakfast, and afterwards told me to be on my own for a bit as he had some business to do, sending me to the kitchen. So I decided to do the dishes. When I went to gather the dishes from the kitchen table, I paused. With a smile I remembered how he had laid me down and broke me open for the first time. The pain I felt then sent shivers down my spine now. I now knew of the world that he had broken open for me. I stood naked, with seed sticking to my legs and my nipples standing out proudly. Yet there was no shame. I knew who I was here, what was expected of me. I was property and loving every second.
In silence I washed the dishes and cleared them away, before cleaning the rest of the kitchen. The table was next. Scrubbing the food stains and gathering the papers on a pile. I didn’t know what was important or not, that was for others to figure out.

“Who are you?” a sharp female voice suddenly said, causing me to turn around quickly. A beautiful, tall woman stood in front of me, fully dressed in expensive looking clothes. Her eyes raked over my naked body and she looked at me in disgust.
“I- I…” I couldn’t find the right words.
“Zeke!” she screeched loudly and I had to fight the urge to cover my ears at the sound of her voice. “Zeke, for fuck sake!” Heavy footsteps thudded through the room and the door to the kitchen opened.
“What?” He looked angry, not even surprised in the slightest to find this woman standing here. She grabbed my arm harshly and pulled me forwards, her nails digging in my skin.
“Who is this child? Why is she naked?” She shook me hard as she spoke. She obviously was used to getting her way and she couldn’t deal with not knowing. Zeke frowned, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
“Let her go, Jules. She’s just payment. She’ll be gone by midnight.” He barely looked at me and I lowered my eyes a little.
“Payment for what?” She didn’t let go, but at least she stopped shaking me.
“Some idiot kid owed me money he didn’t have. So he offered me his kid sister to do as I please.”
“So you’re fucking her?”
“Yes. I would be a fool if I didn’t. Look at her.” I cast my eyes down even more. I was dripping wet. His careless attitude about me was arousing, confirming I really was nothing more than just his property. When the woman spoke again, she sounded calmer.
“She’s a tiny little thing, isn’t she? What’s her name?”
“No idea. Don’t care.”
“Did you train her?”
“Didn’t need to.”
“Oh?”
“Are you done with the questions, Jules? I need to get back.” Zeke sounded bored.
“When are you done? We have business to discuss.”
“Give me half an hour. Until then, the kid will take care of you.” At those words, he turned around and left us in the kitchen. I didn’t like this woman much.

“Get me some water.” She let go of my arm and I quickly made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a clean glass and filling it up with cold water. With shaking hands I offered it to her. She took it from me, but didn’t bother taking a sip. She just placed the glass on the table.
“So you’re really just doing anything he tells you to do?” Jules leaned against the table, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Yes ma’am.” I looked up at her, trying to gauge her mood. Her tone was a lot softer now as she kept looking at me.
“So, because he said you are going to take care of me, you’re going to do everything I desire of you?” I shuffled my feet a little, I didn’t really like where this was going.
“Y-yes ma’am.” She stood from the table and lifted her skirt. She then sat down back, placing both her feet on two chairs, so her legs were spread wide. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“You’re going to lick me until I cum.” It wasn’t a question. She demanded. Feeling a little shaky, I moved closer to her. The angle was awkward, the table was just too high for me to kneel between her legs. So I bent down at my waist. It would kill my back but I could alternate by squatting if needed.

The smell of her pussy was something I had never smelled before. It was musky, sweet yet slightly sour at the same time. Suddenly I felt her hand in my hair, pulling me closer to her clit. Her grip hurt me and I quickly stuck out my tongue, licking the little nub she pulled me towards. As soon as I came in contact with her soft skin, she released the pressure on my hair, but didn’t remove her hand. So I licked. All her soft folds, her clit, and even dipping my tongue in her entrance when she pushed me down. Her moans quickly filled the room, urging me to continue my movements. I had my eyes closed, alternating between softly licking to sucking on her clit, even letting my teeth softly slide over her clit in a short bold moment.
My back was aching and I squatted down. I must have been licking her for at least fifteen minutes now. Yet I did not give up. The new angle, though straining on my legs, gave me more room to dip my tongue deep inside her. Suddenly I felt something ice cold drip down my back. I gasped and quickly looked up, finding Jules slowly pouring the water on my back.
“I didn’t tell you to stop. Continue.” She forced my head back to her pussy harshly. The water now moved to my head, and it dripped down my body. I shivered. The glass wasn’t big enough to completely soak me, but it was enough to leave a large part damp enough to feel how chilly the room actually was. I had no idea why she had done this, other than maybe being bored. I doubled my efforts. Licking faster and sucking harder. Finally, I noticed her legs twitching. So I focused on that one movement that made her shake like that. Her hand moved to my damp hair, holding me right in that place, pushing me close to her. This is it. I was getting tired, but she was close. Finally, finally she cummed. Loud. Her moans filled the room. I continued my movements as she kept me in place, right until the moment she pulled me off her hard, so I fell back on the dirty floor.
“At least you’re good for something.” The door to the kitchen opened, and I was relieved to find Zeke standing there, an unknown man behind him. Jules quickly stood up from the table and pulled her skirt down, but both men had seen, and heard what had happened here. I wiped my mouth before standing up.
“Well, well, well,” Zeke said with a smirk.
“Shut up,” Jules answered, as she marched through the door, bumping his shoulder on her way through. Zeke just grinned. I watched how he took a condom from his back pocket, handing it to the man behind him.
“Feel free to use my little whore if you want to, see it as a sign of good faith before you leave. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” The men shook hands, but the eyes of the stranger were cast on me. Zeke disappeared, leaving me with yet another stranger.

He never spoke. He just grabbed my arm and pulled me to the table. He turned me around and pushed my head down, so I was leaning on the table. With his rough hands, he tilted my hips so my back was hollowed and kicked my legs apart. I heard how he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Without a second to spare, he rammed his cock inside. I froze.
“S-sir, you need to use the condom,” I stuttered.
“Shut up, whore,” he barked, slapping me hard on my ass.
“No, stop it!” I pushed myself back up from the table, but the man was faster. He grabbed both my arms and twisted them behind my back, so I slammed back to the table. He then took the rag I had used for cleaning and shoved it in my mouth, so I couldn’t speak. The chemical taste made me gag, but I had nowhere to go. With just one hand he pinned my arms on my back as he fucked me hard and deep. Silently I cried, as I kept trying to get away. There was no chance. He grumbled some words under his breath, but I could not understand him. His fingers were rough as he yanked me back into his thrusts.
Just as sudden as it started, he also stopped. He pulled me up by my hair, pulled the cloth from my mouth, turned me around and shoved his cock down my throat. There, he cummed. His seed shot down my throat and I swallowed so I wouldn’t choke. My world was blurry from my tears and I was glad, I didn’t want to see him. When he was done, he pulled out and put away his cock. He then pulled me up by my hair and slapped my face harshly, before he grabbed my throat.
“If you say one word of this to Zeke, I will kill you. You understand?” I quickly nodded, too afraid to say anything. “I didn’t cum in your cunt, cause I’m not an idiot. You will not fuck this up.” And with those words, he released me and left through the door. It wasn’t until the moment I heard the front door close, that I was able to exhale. Quickly I moved to the kitchen and washed the tears from my face. I just hoped Zeke wouldn’t notice. It was not my place to talk about his clients. To complain. I was here to endure. But right now, I needed him.

When Zeke came back to the kitchen fifteen minutes later, I had managed to calm down. I just faked a smile when I saw him, alone, and quickly made my way to him. It wasn’t until he embraced me that I felt safe again. This was going to be my life. And he made it all better.

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