Another Big Mean Man

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As her best friend's boyfriend pushed her against the counter and kissed her neck, the first thing that went through her mind was, "this is bad."

She froze as he slid his hands over her chest, not knowing what to do or how she could possibly stop him without making things seem weird between them. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, he stopped, went back into the lounge and sat down on the sofa. "Grab me a beer, would you?" he called through and as she opened the fridge she could only hope that after the sudden weirdness it was all out of his system and things would be normal again.

She had come over to chat with her friend Emily, but when she'd got there, Emily's boyfriend told her that she had been called into work. He had offered Megan a beer and so she'd decided to wait around with him - they usually got along well and he was always fun to talk to. But after the incident in the kitchen, Megan was starting to regret her decision to stay. But she picked up the drink, headed back into the lounge, handed it to him and sat down as if nothing had happened.

When she finished her drink, she stood and took the empty bottles back into the kitchen, put them on the side and went back into the lounge to watch some more TV and wait until Emily came home. As she walked back into the room, though, he suddenly sprang up from the sofa, pushing her against the wall and pinning her there with his body pressed against hers.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as he started kissing her neck again, his hand starting to reach under her skirt. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he answered as his hand pressed against her tight panties, "I'm checking to see what you want, slut".

"We can't be doing this," she started, but she felt a finger sliding inside her panties, feeling how damp she was already getting. He laughed softly. "See - only a real slut would be getting wet for me like this," he growled in her ear. Too shocked to contradict him, he kissed her deeply as a second finger slid into her warm wet cunt. And to her embarrassment, she kissed him back and started to grind herself against his hand.

He withdrew his fingers, and she suddenly felt empty without him. Pulling her top over her head in one swift movement he revealed her lacy bra. Quickly he took her skirt off too, before pinning her back against the wall again before she could even think about what was happening. This time, he held her there with one hand round her throat and stood looking at her - his eyes roaming over her body as she stood quivering with a combination of shame, arousal and excitement. Part of her wanted him to stop, another part needed him to continue with whatever he wanted to do with her next.

He grabbed her bra and pushed it roughly upwards out of the way - grabbing, pinching, kneading her tits. Kissing her stiff nipples as he squeezed and pinched, making her gasp in a combination of desire and pain. And suddenly, something inside her snapped - she knew this shouldn't be happening, but she no longer cared. Emily would never find out that Megan had let her boyfriend use her like this, would she? And this was something more than just what she wanted - she needed to be treated as a dumb slut, just a set of holes who's only purpose was to please men. And as the thought went through her brain, she smiled to herself.

He let go of her tits, and she moaned in disappointment. He smiled at her, "Strip," he commanded, "and get on the sofa with your legs spread wide open. Now." His voice left no room for refusal - she quickly took off the few remaining clothes she had on, and sat on the sofa waiting for him to pay her the attention that she craved. He sat next to her, one hand on her thigh, fingers inching towards her hot, waiting pussy - and then switched on the TV and started to watch it. She couldn't believe his behaviour - here she was needing him to play with her, and yet he was ignoring her completely. Just as she was about to move to get dressed again, he reached between her legs and started to rub her clit. She moaned as he stroked her gently, pressing her clit against his finger, bucking her hips at him - and then just as suddenly again, he stopped and turned back to the TV. She sighed in frustration, hoping that he would move his hand back again, and after a little while he did - repeating the process of making her moan and buck before stopping and leaving her frustrated.

After going through the process a few more times, Megan didn't think she would be able to stand it any more. She spread her legs as wide as she could so that her pussy would be easily accessible to him, and the next time he touched her, he slid two fingers into her wet, dripping hole. As she moaned loudly, he then started to fuck her cunt with his fingers, making her squirm after all the teasing she'd endured. "Thank you," she mumbled as his fingers roughly played with her cunt, making her writhe against his hand. All too soon though, he withdrew his fingers and held them up to her mouth. "Clean your mess off me," he ordered, and obediently she opened her mouth as wide as she could and started sucking on his fingers. Working them over with her tongue, kissing them, pressing them as far into her mouth as she could so that she had to make little gagging noises, sucking them hard - she was trying her hardest to show him how badly she needed him to use her for whatever he wanted.

"You're loving this, aren't you, cunt?" he asked, and she nodded, his fingers still embedded at the entrance to her throat as her drool ran down her chin. "You're making a mess of my sofa - get on the floor where you belong," he told her and pushed her down. She immediately knelt at his feet, so turned on her cunt dripping.

"Present yourself to me," he commanded, and she turned around, sticking her arse in the air so that he had a clear view of her sopping pussy. "No, cunt, I said to present yourself," - his tone made it perfectly clear that she had done wrong. Confused, she couldn't think about what else he could want, and then she reached back and spread her pert cheeks apart, showing off her cunt and arse to him at the same time. "Good girl," he told her as he walked towards her, staring intently at the holes that she was offering him to use as he saw fit. She smiled and blushed at the same time - suddenly remembering that this was her best friend's boyfriend that was inspecting her, knowing that she should be a better friend than this, but not caring because all she wanted right then and there was to be his fucktoy. He slid two fingers back inside her cunt, and she moaned yet again, squirming as his thumb pressed against her throbbing clit. "Squirm, cunt. That's a good little whore. You love being my whore, don't you, Megan?" he asked. With a long moan as he tweaked her clit again, she mumbled, "yes, I love being your whore." "Yes, Sir," he corrected her, and all she could do was to moan and whimper as she bent over offering her holes, knowing that she would do whatever he told her to do as long as he kept treating her like the filthy bitch she was deep inside.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand from her cunt, grabbed her hair and started to pull her towards the bedroom. Half-dragged, half-crawling, he took her into the room and let her go at the end of the bed. "Kneel," was all he said, and immediately she got into position as he started to strip. Standing in front of her, his cock right in front of her face, looking down on her, she locked her eyes on his. "May I suck your cock?" she asked.

The slap came out of nowhere, stinging her cheek and bringing tears instantly to her eyes. As she felt her skin redden, she blinked away the tears quickly. "What do you call me, cunt?" he demanded. "S-sir. Sorry, sir," she stammered, "p-please may I suck your cock, Sir?" He nodded, and she immediately started kissing along the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head, putting it just inside her mouth and sucking gently - the way that she always gave boys a blowjob. Licking and swirling, kissing again, all the while maintaining eye contact with him so she could see the pleasure she was giving him. She felt his hands sliding gently through her hair, then mumbled softly on his cock as he held her hair tighter. Megan knew that she gave good head - she was enjoying it too, and was sure that he was loving it as she licked again at his shaft and took the cock head again into her wet, waiting mouth.

She moved her head down, but as she tried to move back up, felt the pressure of his hands on her head not letting her. Instead, he was pushing her head further and further down his cock. She started to struggle and gag, tapping his legs to let him know that this was too much, and he slid slowly back out of her mouth. She breathed deeply, letting a little dribble run out of her mouth, feeling it run down her chin and onto her tits. And then the pressure was there again, this time more urgent, pushing her face right back down his cock, deeper than anyone had ever gone before. She gagged, spluttering, tapping his legs again, only this time there was no respite. He laughed at her as she gagged. Looking down on her in her desperation, he smiled and said "I told you to suck, not play, little girl. Now Sir's going to have to take your throat, aren't I?"

He pulled out again, holding his cock in front of her face. She coughed, glad to get some air. And looking up at him, with drool leaking down her chin and tears running from the corner of her eyes, she smiled and said "please rape my throat, Sir." Grabbing her hair again, he plunged his cock into her face. Fucking her mouth and throat like it was her tight little cunt, he pounded her mercilessly. And as she felt his balls hitting her chin, and she listened to the gagging and spluttering noises that she was making, she knew that she'd never been happier with a man before.

She was hoping that he would use her until he would cum down her throat, showing off what a worthless set of holes she was for men, but he had other ideas. With tears ruining her makeup, and dribble all over her face and tits, he pulled his cock out of her stretched throat. "Get on the bed, face down, arse right up in the air, whore," he ordered and all she could do was splutter and then say "yes, sir, thank you, sir".

He rummaged through his girlfriend's drawers, pulled out a vibrator and handed it to her. "You may cum now, cunt," he told her as he stood behind her. Shakily, she took the vibrator that belonged to her best friend, turned it on and pressed it against her clit. The thought of showing off to her best friend's boyfriend how she would cum for him, exposing every hole to him, lying on the bed where he made love with Emily, and how pleased he would be when she came tipped her over the edge. Mumbling, babbling her thanks, groaning over and over again, Megan came.

As she came down, he took the vibrator from her sopping cunt, and sat by her head. Shame coursing through her body as she thought about how desperate she was to cum while he watched her, she needed to get out of there. She started to get up, but he pushed her back down. "What do you say, slut?"

The words were like an electric shock to her clit, sending all thoughts of embarrassment away and reminding her of what a dirty cunt she was inside. "Thank you for letting me cum, Sir" she replied. "You're welcome, slut. Now clean this up - it's one of Emily's favourites and she won't want to know what a filthy whore her best friend is when she's not around, so make it all nice and clean", he smiled as he pressed the vibrator against her mouth.

She paused, knowing that although the vibrator was slippery with her own juices, it was obviously the toy that her friend used to get off as well. Again, the slap seemed to come from nowhere - this time landing on her other cheek. "Did I stammer, cunt?" he snapped, and she slowly opened her mouth - desperately hoping that he would change his mind. He shoved the toy into her mouth, face fucking her again, pushing it as far in as it could go so that she could clean it all up. "Keep that in your mouth, whore," he told her as he moved behind her.

Standing behind her, looking down on his fucktoy with a vibrator in her mouth, he started to spank her arse hard. "I was nice enough to let you cum, and this is how you say thank you, bitch?" he asked. But all that Megan could do was to moan with her mouth full. The smacks were getting harder now on her poor little arse, and then he started to spank her pussy as well. Not knowing whether the next slap would land on her cunt or arse, moaning with pain and pleasure, sucking hard on the vibrator to stop her from crying out, she started to feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming again. He told her to give him the vibrator, and she did - grateful to be able to speak again.

He switched it on, and pressed it against the tight opening to her arse. She froze - no-one had ever been in there before, but she knew that if that was what he wanted then there was no doubt that she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to her. He left the vibrator pressed against her, and she relaxed slightly as the waves of pleasure started to press against her little arsehole. He rubbed it against her, gently applying more pressure but not pushing it inside her, and as he did so she moaned more and more, getting louder. And then, suddenly, it was gone - he switched the vibrator off and discarded it to one side, as she whimpered in protest.

Then she felt his cock pressing against her arsehole. "Ask nicely, cunt," he ordered, and without any hesitation she replied "Please use my arse, Daddy. I want to feel you stretching my arsehole out for the first time. Please, Daddy, rape my arsehole for me!". He laughed softly again, "Daddy is it? Well, we'll have much more fun with that later, whore," and pushed against her tight opening.

He groaned as he felt the tightness of her virgin arse squeezing his cock as he pressed inside her. At the same time, she was groaning as well, sure that there was no way that she could fit his cock inside her. Knowing that he was going to hurt her, and as the thought entered her head, she felt her cunt drip. As inch by inch slid slowly inside her tight whore arsehole, Megan knew that this was all she would ever want from a man again - to be utterly owned, used, ruined by him - and she started to shudder and shake towards another orgasm. His cock stretched her out, she was panting and moaning, wondering whether she should plead with him to be gentle with her, but then she knew that that was never going to happen. He was using her for his pleasure, not hers, and as she whimpered, he started to pound her hole harder and harder.

Ramming his cock into her, pounding her tender unused hole as she moaned, feeling his balls smacking against her dripping cunt, knowing that she was his now for as long as he wanted to keep using her - the thoughts were finally too much, and he rammed his cock all the way into the tight little slut, holding himself there as he came and came and came in her bowels.

He pulled out slowly, glancing down at her stretched hole that was now closing rapidly. Her unfucked cunt was dribbling her juices, her clit was glistening and needy. Megan just lay there, feeling completely used, but still incredibly horny from the hard arse fuck that she had just received.

He moved back round to the head of the bed, looking down on her. Taking her hair in his hands gently, he wiped his cock on it, telling her what a good whore she was for him.

"I'm going in the shower, cunt. Don't be here when I get out, or I'll have to punish you again," he said over his shoulder as he walked away.

As Megan slowly got dressed, thinking about all the humiliating things that she had done to please him, she smiled and winced at the same time. Her makeup was ruined, he'd wiped the cock that had taken her anal virginity on her hair, she'd been throat fucked, but still she needed more. And she knew that not only would she make herself cum as soon as she got home, but she would make sure that Emily was out the next time she came over as well.