“Kurt, they are going to beat me, fuck me and abuse me like that at least once a year?” She said her tone indicating it was a question. “Yes.” I said.
Sandra dozed in and out of sleep during the ride home. Her breathing was heavy and she was clearly physically and mentally exhausted, as well as bashed and bruised. I had told her before her ordeal that she was to take three weeks off work afterwards, and she was going to need them. I was not completely clear why I was taking her home with us. I did not like the woman much, yet some source of pity must have stirred in me because here I was returning to Simone with not just Lena, but also with Sandra’s pitiful wreck of a body.
“She’ll be ok.” Lena whispered as we pulled up outside our building. “It will take a while, but she’ll heal.”
“Yes.” I simply replied. “Help me get her out and into the apartment.”
Simone had seen us parking up out of the window; she opened the door as we entered the building.
“Who is that?” She asked. “I thought Petra was coming with you.” She was clearly a little rattled by Sandra’s state as Lena and I supported the woman as we entered the apartment.
“This is Sandra.” I stated as though that was all Simone needed to hear. “She will be staying here just for tonight. I will take her home in the morning. For now I want you and Lena to run her a bath, bathe her and tend to her wounds. Give her painkillers and some sleeping pills so she can get a good night’s rest.” As I spoke, Lena and I sat Sandra down on the brown leather sofa in the living room.
“Did you do this to her?” Simone asked me, staring at me with what I could only describe as fear in her eyes.
“No.” Lena answered for me. “It was three brothers called McCain. Well first, our master did do some of it. Those men did the main stuff. They beat her with belts then raped and sodomized her.” Lena eagerly explained. “We watched. I’m sorry for her, but it was as hot as fuck.”
“Lena, be quiet.” I ordered and she immediately shut up. “You can tell Simone all about it later. If you do a good job she might even eat your pussy.” I added and smiled at Simone.
Lena was clearly still turned on by what she had seen today. She probably presumed I would be taking care of her wet holes later on. However, I would not be touching either Lena or Simone tonight, nor would I be doing any more damage to Sandra. I had other plans and the night was still young.
“I need to clean up.” I stated. “Come on, I will help you get her into the bathroom.”
As my two perfect fuck-toys, Simone and Lena undressed Sandra and helped her into the bathtub, I also undressed and got under the shower. There was not really enough water pressure for a good shower because the girls had turned on the water to fill the tub, but it was enough to wash the dried sperm and cunt juices off my body.
Simone gasped as she saw Sandra’s bruised, scratched and beaten body, having stripped the girl of her clothes.
“They really went to town on her.” She whispered. “And my God, she has burns between her legs.”
“They didn’t do that.” Lena bleated excitedly. “Our master and Petra removed her pubes with a lighter.” She added.
“Lena.” I barked. “I told you, later.”
“Yes, master.” Lena whispered and got back to rinsing down Sandra’s back with a soft sponge.
I showered quickly, and turning off the water grabbed a soft towel to pat myself down. The flow of water to the tub immediately increased, and Simone thoughtfully tested the temperature with her hand, making a small adjustment.
“Let her soak for a good while.” I stated. “She has seed in both holes, so you might want to hose her out, too.” I added, and walked naked out of the bathroom, leaving the towel and my clothes on the floor for the girls to clean up later. I went to the bedroom to get fresh clothes. I need to get a move on or I would be too late. Luckily, I had the car.
I did not bother saying goodbye to the girls or even tell them I was going out. I simply left the building and drove away. I wanted to get to the hotel on time. It locked its doors at 10.30 p.m. every night and the reception desk closed. The guests had keys for the front door and were expected to serve themselves from the mini bar in their rooms. I knew the hotel well. I had been meeting Rachel there every Wednesday for three weeks. Today was week four and I had already met Rachel at work and sent her home. She would not be coming to the hotel tonight. I was alone.
As I walked into the lobby, the receptionist looked up to greet me.
“Hello Sarah.” I said with a smile as a look of confusion crossed her face.
“Er.” She started. “Your late, I mean later than usual, and your companion, the woman, she’s not here.”
“I know.” I said as I reached the small desk. “She won’t be joining me this evening, Sarah. You will. Please give me my key.” As I spoke I held out my hand, but Sarah did not move. She simply stared at me in shock. “The key. Now.” I said in a harder tone.
“I, I don’t understand.” She stuttered, but turned to retrieve the key from the wall behind her. “Why on earth would I be joining you?” She asked as she place the key into my hand.
“Because, Sarah.” I said sadistically as I closed my fingers around the key, but also her slender hand, holding her tight. “If you don’t come to my room and let me do whatever the fuck I want to you for at least an hour or two, I will tell your fucking husband about this.” I stated flatly, raising my mobile so she could look at the screen.
“What the fuck.” She gasped as the picture of her passionately kissing another man came into view. “How did you get that? It was just a kiss. My husband would be angry, but that’s all.” She said defiantly. Then the defiance turned to horror as I swiped to the next image of her in the front seat of a car with the same man’s cock in her hand. I swiped again. Now the cock was in her mouth.
“I have it all.” I whispered. “You sucking another man whilst hubby sits none the wiser at home taking care of your young daughter. What did you tell him? That you had to work later?”
“Yes.” She whispered, turning her head away from the image on my phone, which I now slipped into my pocket.
“Sarah. Call your husband right now and tell him a pipe burst in a room or some shit. Tell him you will be a couple of hours late, tonight. Then, once you have locked the front door and reception, come to my room. If you give me what I want tonight, I will delete these images and never touch you again. If you don’t I will send them to your husband and destroy your marriage. I promise”
As I spoke, I let go of her hand and turned away. I walked slowly down the hall to the same room where I met with Rachel every week. Only tonight, it would not be Rachel taking my cock. Tonight it would be Sarah. I was sure she would comply. She would be off her shift in five minutes, and impaled on my cock in ten. I bet she was already calling or texting her husband with her excuse. I smiled as I entered the small but pretty room.
I decided to undress immediately, dropping my clothes onto a chair next to a small desk. Once completely naked, I went to the mini bar and got a beer. It was cold and felt good as the liquid slid down my throat. Later I would piss the same liquid into Sarah, only then it would be warm. My cock twitched at the thought and started to harden. There was a tiny knock on the door. I smiled.
“Come in.” I smiled at Sarah beer still in hand, as I opened the door. “Welcome.” I added, and stepped aside so she could enter, but instead she remained standing, staring at my erect cock. “Don’t be shy.” I laughed. “He won’t bite you. And look, he’s already pleased to see you.”
“I, I, erm.” She stuttered as I took her arm and guided her into the room, closing the door behind her. “I, erm, can’t stay.” She finally blurted out. “Not long. My little girl has fever my husband said. Please. Can we do this another time?” She begged, and I suspected what she really wanted was a chance to test the waters with her husband. Mabey find a way to confess without losing her marriage.
“Then if you are in a hurry, we should cut the crap and get started.” I said, flopping down onto the bed, still staring at her. “Strip.” I commanded.
“But, erm, but my little girl, my husband.” She started but I cut her off.
“If you are not butt naked within the next sixty seconds with my fucking cock in your mouth, I will send these fucking photographs to your husband, your boss and every single person you know. Even mammy and daddy. Now strip fuck-bitch, I want to see you on your knees sucking me off.” As I growled at her, she slipped her coat off her shoulders and started to unbutton her white hotel blouse. “Faster.” I barked, and she obeyed.
“I’m doing it, I’m doing it.” She objected and cast her blouse onto the same chair where my clothes were. She had decent tits. Smallish, but round and pert. As she unhooked and removed her white bra, they barely moved. She unzipped her tight grey skit at the side and let it fall over her slender hips onto the carpet. She was wearing a pair of white lace panties and white suspenders holding up matching stockings. She had a great body.
“Stop!” I commanded. “Leave the rest on. I like it. It makes me hot. Turn round. Let me see your ass.”
She did as instructed and turned her back to me. Her panties turned out to be a string. Good girl. No panty-lines. Her buttocks were firm and round. I was going to enjoy spreading those a little later on, I thought. I stood up, beer still in hand and stepped up behind her so that my cock touched her right buttock.
“Turn back round.” I commanded, and used my free hand to tug on her shoulder, guiding her until she stood in front of my, the tip of my cock now dripping with pre-cum that stuck to the white cloth covering her crotch. She stared directly into my eyes as I took her right hand in my left and guided it to my throbbing penis. “On your knees.” I demanded, and placed my left hand on her right shoulder as she grasped my cock.
“Yes.” She whispered, and sank in front of me until she could get onto her knees; with the tip of my now fully erect pole pointing right at her face.
“Open your mouth.” I demanded as I pushed forward to guide my throbbing glans into her soft, warm mouth. She did not resist, but instead used her own right hand to start wanking me as she closed her lips around my shaft. She was gentle, soft. She knew how to use her tongue and lips well in order to please a man. She was a great little cocksucker, and I was content letting her do all the work for now.
“Oh, you are good at that, sweetheart.” I moaned. “Your husband and that fucker in the car are lucky men having such a great cock-sucking whore to service them. Now you are my cock-sucking whore. Now you are slobbering on my throbbing dick. Take your hand off it. Go deeper. I want it in your throat, bitch.”
She responded immediately, dropping her hand and forcing her own face deeper onto my cock. She clearly knew how to deep throat. This was amazing.
“Shit, Sarah. I know I said only tonight, but I would love to have you as my new fuck and suck-toy. I would love to add that fucking talented mouth and throat to my collection.” I panted. She pulled me out of her mouth for a moment and looked up at me.
“You promised you would delete those pictures and it would only be tonight. Do we still have a deal?” Her tone was defiant and though I had the power to destroy her marriage, I sensed she would risk it if I pushed her.
“We still have a deal.” I whispered putting my hand on the back of her head and pushing her mouth back onto my cock. “Now all the way down the hatch, Sarah. Don’t stop until my balls are on your chin. I want you to fuck your own throat on my cock.” I commanded, and Sarah delivered.
She gagged a little at first, but managed to get the entire length of my swollen penis into her mouth and throat. Her neck bulged with the shape of my glans, and she struggled to breath, but my balls were on her chin.
“Now fuck it.” I exclaimed, and she started to throat fuck herself, pulling back until my glans rested on her tongue behind her lips before pushing forward until my balls hit her chin. She was an expert. She had clearly done this before. As my cock continued to disappear and reappear in and out of her face, she cupped my balls in her right hand and started to squeeze them gently, urging me to reach orgasm.
“Lick them.” I commanded, pulling my cock out of her mouth and flopping my ball-sack into her lips. She once again followed my instructions without hesitation, flicking her tongue over my swollen balls. She sucked my left ball into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it while sucking gently, before repeating the process with my right ball.
“Oh man, you are a fucking dirty little cocksucker, aren’t you?” I groaned. “Only a real pro who has had a lot of practice has your skills, Sarah.” I added. I pulled my cock and balls away from her face and took her chin in my left hand, tilting her face up towards mine. She actually smiled at me, drool on her chin and a smear of glistening pre-cum on her left cheek.
“I do my best.” She giggled, and a funny thought entered my mind.
I wondered if she was actually enjoying this now. There are women who get off on sucking cock. It gives them a sense of power, a sense of control over the man, a rare opportunity, especially with a man like me. Sarah was possibly one of them. Most women who enjoy sucking cock also like to be complimented on their skills, and I could see Sarah was no exception. Me telling her she was a good cocksucker pleased her.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” I demanded, and she followed the order at once. I rubbed my glans over her silky smooth tongue and squeezed pre-cum onto it. “Ok, slut, time for me to take over.” I whispered. I spat into her open mouth and pushed into her throat. I forced my cock deep into her throat, and this time with me deciding the pace, I started to fuck her neck. Gurgling and gagging sounds filled the room and her face turned red. Snot ran from her nose and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, but she took the pounding I gave her well.
My beer was empty, and I let the bottle fall to the ground before taking her head in both my hands. I needed more hold.
“Oh, so rough turns you on, too, bitch.” I growled, spitting into her face, then at full penetration, I stopped and slapped her with the palm of my right hand. Not too hard, but bringing a red mark to her left cheek. She pushed at my thighs to try to get me out of her throat. I let my cock slip from her mouth.
“Please, no marks.” She begged, and I knew she was worried about explaining it to her husband.
“Ok, Sarah. No worries.” I said. No giveaways for hubby, right. “Now get that fucking tongue of yours in my ass. I want you to rim me.” I demanded and turned my back to her, reaching back to spread my butt-cheeks.
Again, no hesitation. Resting her hands on my butt, she helped me spread even further and sank her face between my cheeks. I felt the tip of her tongue probe my anus and then run in circles around my puckered hole, this woman was exceptional.
“Oh yes. You fucking dirty little girl. You filthy fucking, cock-sucking, ass-licking bitch.” I growled, and she increased her efforts, forcing her tongue into my butthole. She actually spat onto my hole and licked her own spit into my anus. This was like a fucking porn video, but it was real. I had never experienced a girl do that in real life. Ass licking, sure; but spitting into it? Never.
“Do you like that?” She laughed from between my butt cheeks. “Do you like it when a dirty fucking whore eats out your fucking ass?” She asked before returning her tongue to my butthole.
“Oh I love it, dirty girl.” I moaned. “I just love that dirty fucking mouth of yours. I love it so much that I want to fuck it. Now get on the bed and lie on your back with your head over the edge.” I demanded, as I stepped away from her tongue and turned to face her. She smiled, knowing exactly what was coming.
“Are you going to face-fuck me, daddy?” She grinned as she shuffled over to the bed, still on her knees. “Are you going to use my mouth and throat like a fucking pussy?”
“Yes I am.” I simply stated as she stood, sat down on the bed, then span around to lie back. She opened her mouth and I positioned my cock on her tongue. Now I was certain; Sarah was enjoying this. Something flashed into my mind, and I had to ask.
“Sarah, that man in the car. The one I photographed you with, who is he?” I asked, suspecting I knew the answer.
“I don’t know.” She stated flatly. “Just some guy who spoke to me on the street after work. I don’t even know his name.” She said this as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “He was kind of hot and I wanted cum. I love cum. So I offered to suck him off for fifty Euros. He gave me a hundred in the end.”
That’s how I had gotten the photos. It was just a coincidence. I had been passing the hotel, not with Rachel, one night and seen Sarah walking ahead of me, clearly having just left the hotel. She had caught my eye in the hotel the first time I had taken Rachel there and I was already considering a plan to rape her, but this seemed too good to be true, so I had followed her. I had seen the man approach her, and because after a small discussion they had kissed, I presumed it was her husband. I took a photo nonetheless. Just a few moments later, they got into a car and started making out. I kept shooting images. I think the man probably saw me but chose to ignore me. He probably thought I was just some pervert getting off on watching him getting head in his car. Sarah of course had her face in his groin so saw nothing. It was when she got out of the car and the man drove off that I realized he was not her husband.
“You filthy fucking whore.” I laughed and pushed my cock into her mouth. “Open wide, bitch, because I am going to fuck the shit out of your face.” I whispered, and I did. I pounded Sarah’s neck with everything I had, pushing until my balls hit her forehead and pulling out until only my glans remained in her mouth I fucker her head like it was an ass or pussy. I squeezed and slapped her tits and even managed to reach down to stroke her cunt. Her panties were soaking wet. I guided her own had to her crotch, and she willingly masturbated.
I pumped her neck for what seemed like an eternity. I had shot my load so many times that day that I needed longer to reach climax. However, finally with the sound of my balls slapping Sarah’s forehead and her moaning around my shaft, I came.
”Yes, yes, yes.” I cried. “Eat my fucking seed, bitch.” As I spent into her willing mouth.
I came on a pull rather than a push, splattering her tongue and the inside of her mouth with my batter, and she took it all, licking at my swollen head. Reaching up she grasped my shaft and squeezed drops of cum out onto her tongue. As she ate, she moaned like a child eating something tasty. She had not lied. She loved sperm.
“You taste good.” She giggled as I stood and went to the mini bar to get another beer.
As I watched her, she cleaned any last traces of slime and cum from her face, pushing it into her mouth with her fingers, the same way Petra had fed snot, slime and spunk into Sandra’s mouth earlier the same day. She started to raise her body in order to get up.
“Stay where you are.” I said roughly. “Stay lying down on your back. You are not done swallowing yet.” I said and walked over to stand above her face, my limp cock pointing down at her face. She giggled.
“It does not look to me like you are ready to do the dirty again.” She laughed. “Can you really come again so soon after?”
“It’s not cum you will be swallowing, Sarah.” I said softly, taking another swig of beer. “Open your mouth, I need to piss.”
“Oh, wow!” She exclaimed. “I have to say that is something that has always intrigued me but I have never done it before. You will need to go easy on me, or there will be a big cleaning bill going on your room, though.” She actually smiled.
Something was not right here. I had entrapped this girl. I had blackmailed her and forced her into sex. Why was she then willingly considering drinking my piss? Why had she masturbated? Why had she pleasured herself so obviously over eating my sperm?
“Sarah.” I decided to ask. “How come you are so willing? Why are you enjoying this? Why did you suck that stranger’s cock? Just for the money?”
“It’s because you forced me. Getting money or being forced makes me feel like a filthy, dirty slut. In fact, that is pretty much, what you have been calling me the whole time. Dirty. Filthy. Whore. Bitch. It makes me feel something. It makes me wet. But it has to be real. Just pretending is not the same.” She said all of this without flinching. I knew this did not have to be the last night with Sarah.
“Ok, piss-whore. Open up because daddy is going to use your mouth like a fucking toilet.” I said as I fed my soft cock between her lips.
I took it easy, regulating the flow to an amount she could easily swallow. She gulped like a champion and no more than a tiny drop or two escaped her sucking mouth, dripping harmlessly onto the carpet. They would dry quickly and leave no trace. As she drank my piss, she fingered her own pussy, clearly turned on by the act. I decided to give her some pleasure of her own. I squeezed the last drops of piss into her mouth and gave her the next order.
“Turn around, stand up and take of your string.” I commanded, and she immediately obeyed, and in a matter of seconds, she stood in front of me, wearing only suspenders and stockings.
Her vagina was completely clean. Not a single hair. I actually prefer a decent and well-kept triangle just above the pubic bone. It reminds me that I am fucking an adult and not a child. I do not fuck children. Lena is the youngest girl I have ever fucked, but she is legal.
“You should grow a little hair.” I said directly, pointing at her cunt. Keep it small and nicely trimmed, but not completely naked. It’s like fucking a fucking twelve year-old otherwise.”
“I know.” Sarah said, blushing a little. “That’s why I like it as does my husband. We pretend. Play a game. He likes it, at least. I know I said games are not the same, but our game turns me on when my daddy uses his little girl,”
“You need to stop that shit, Sarah. You have a little girl for real. Men can get some fucked-up ideas at times trust me. Make sure your husband does not fantasize about fucking children. You need to keep your girl safe.”
“He would never! He could never. No!” She exclaimed, but I saw the horror on her face and knew she knew that I was right. “I need to get home.” She whispered.
“I will drive you.” I said. “But first I have something for you. Lay down with your legs over the edge of the bed. I am going to eat your pussy.”
I gave Sarah two orgasms. Once with my mouth and tongue and then with my cock. She had a nice watermelon cunt that I enjoyed eating it. It also gripped my cock well enough when I fucked her. Of course, I wanted to bust her ass, too, but I had concerned her about her little girl.
“I will make it up to you if you let me go before the two hours are up.” She had stated quietly after her second orgasm. “Come back and you can have me again. I will let you do whatever you want to me.”
“I am going to fuck your ass, Sarah.” I stated simply. “Next time, I am going to butt-fuck you and shoot my load in your guts.”
“Anything.” She had simply whispered and I had driven her home.
I did not park in front of her house, but just around the corner. We did not want to risk a neighbor or her husband seeing her getting out of a stranger’s car.
“When are your shifts?” I asked once we had stopped.
“Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Always till 10.30.” She smiled. Just book a room any day you want and come to the hotel. I will keep my promise.” She smiled and went to open the car door. I stopped her.
“Sarah. Next time we won’t need a hotel room, sweetheart.” I said with a smile “Also, remember the deal. Anything I want.”
“Goodnight.” She whispered and got out of the car.
She probably thought I was planning to take her home with me the next time we met. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I started the car and headed for home as my thoughts drifted back to Patricia and a warm summer’s night in Berlin. Oh no, Sarah, I was not taking you home next time we met, sweetheart.
“Sarah.” I said to myself softly. “So, you like being fucked and abused by strangers do you?” My cock twitched.
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