Another Big Mean Man

Lilly couldn't get the thoughts of her afternoon with Mr S out of her head. Over the next few nights, as she lay in bed she couldn't help replaying how she lost her virginity. How Mr S had battered her tight little pussy with his thick cock, how he had told her filthy things that made her wetter than she had ever thought possible, how just grabbing her hair had made her shudder. How he had made her watch her ignorant boyfriend enjoying the BBQ while she was having her cherry popped in the bathroom and cumming like never before. She longed to experience it again. Her pussy was craving his attention. Her arse needed his hand. She needed to be taken again. He had marked her as his, and she couldn't wait for the chance for it to happen again.

Tom was useless. Even if he had ever been any good and had got round to fucking her, she had promised her new owner that her pussy belonged to him. She had kept that promise despite Tom getting more interested in finally having sex, she found him attractive, she loved him, but she wasn't sure that he could ever treat her like she craved.

Friday afternoon came and went without Mr S calling to ask her to babysit again, and Lilly sighed in frustration. Another night with Tom then, she mused. Maybe Mr S wasn't interested in her any more. Maybe he had taken her the once and would never want her again. Perhaps Mrs S had found out and they were working on their marriage. Perhaps they had found another sitter and she wouldn't be needed any more. The thoughts went round and round her head, getting her down, while still being incredibly horny. Well, if Mr S wasn't going to see her again, maybe she could get Tom to deliver the goods somehow...

Tom picked her up that evening so that they could chill at his house. He made a point of highlighting that his parents would be out and they could maybe watch something on TV, which Lilly took as a good sign - maybe, finally, Tom was ready to try to have sex with her, and God knows she needed to be fucked again. Maybe they boy had some surprises and would treat her properly, she hoped, but she could at least try to encourage him in the right direction.

As they cuddled up on the sofa, Lilly rubbed up against him, feeling his cock stiffen against her. She pointed at the girl in the film that they were watching together, dressed slightly provocatively, but enough so. "She's dressed like a slut," Lilly tried. "Someone needs to teach her what happens to girls who dress like that!"

Tom paused against her. "W-W-What happens to girls who dress like that, Lilly?" he stammered

"Oh, I have no idea. Maybe she needs a spanking to help her behave though," she suggested, taking his hand and moving it to her bottom. Tom squeezed gently, but then left his hand there cupping her, without saying anything to her. Oh god he has no idea, Lilly thought to herself.

Lilly paused the film and turned towards him, pulling his face down to hers to kiss him deeply. She moved against him, pushing her tits against his chest, sighing slightly as she felt him against her. "Are you a horny boy, Tom?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," Tom grinned, taking her hand and putting it between his legs. She felt his dick through his jeans and wondered how different it would feel to Mr S, but her pussy was ruling her brain and she just needed something. Anything.

"I'm going to be such a naughty girl for you tonight, Tom," she whispered in his ear.

"Ummm. Wh-what do you mean? What are you planning on doing, babe?" he mumbled.

"I'll do whatever you want me to. I promise," she told him, fluttering her eyes at him. "Anything at all."

"Oh, OK. Ummm. Give me a blowjob?" he asked her.

"Why don't you make me do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Make me give you what you want, Tom," she told him. "Make me."

"I can't do that!" Tom protested, "I love you. I can't make you do anything you don't want to do."

"I want you to," she pleaded, "I need it. Please. Just make me."

"I'd like a blowjob please," he said, almost without any passion or desire in his voice. He even sounded a little frightened to ask. For fucks sake, Lilly thought, where is a man to give me what I need??

"Oh yeah?" grinned Lilly, "and what if I don't want to give you one?"

"Oh. Ummm. I guess," Tom paused again, "I guess you don't have to then. It's OK, babe."

Lilly sighed with building frustration.

"No, don't be silly. I'll give you one," she said, kissing him tenderly.

Lilly took his cock out of his trousers and started to stroke him hard. Though as she felt his warm skin she couldn't help compare with Mr S. Tom was OK, but he was smaller and thinner than the thick cock that had bruised her pussy so beautifully the other day. She let Tom put his hand under her skirt and play with her pussy, trying to motivate herself to show some interest in his amateur attentions and get wet for him. After a few minutes, Lilly faked an orgasm on his fingers, and moved her head down into his lap.

As she licked and sucked his cock, Tom seemed to make no effort to move, even though his moans clearly indicated that he was enjoying her mouth. She moved his hands into her hair, hoping that he would hold her tight and force his cock down her throat like Mr S had done, but he again missed her hints. She went through the motions, sucking his cock until he came in her mouth and she swallowed.

Wiping her mouth, she explained that she needed to go to the bathroom to clean up, where she dropped to her knees, rubbing her clit harshly as she thought about how badly she needed Mr S to pay her attention again. As she rubbed her knees against the carpet to bruise them slightly, she wished that he was stuffing Mr S's cock down her young, tight throat and making him cum.

"Oh god, fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Please, Mr S," she whispered to herself. "Take my tight little cunt, Mr S. I'm your whore," she moaned quietly as she brought herself to orgasm and then a second while Tom waited patiently in the lounge with the video still paused.

As she came out of the bathroom, grinning, she told Tom that she wasn't really enjoying the film any more and asked him to take her home. As they pulled up outside her home, her heart skipped a beat. Mr S's car was parked in the driveway. "I guess Dad's having a friend over while mum's away," she smiled nonchalantly, before giving Tom a quick peck on the cheek and jumping out of the car and practically running to the front door.

Lilly walked through the door, noticing the sounds of the TV in the front room, and started to head upstairs to her room. With her mind thinking about Mr S and their afternoon together, she wanted to get onto her bed, touch her needy little parts, and relive the experience.

"Lilly? Is that you?" her father called. "Come downstairs and say hello"

She turned on the stairs and started to walk slowly back down, feeling her wetness growing. Oh God, I'm going to have to face Mr S, she thought to herself, and started to smile slowly.

Mr S and her father were sat together on the sofa watching some football together, having a couple of beers. "Hey, sweetie," her dad said, "I thought you'd want to come in and say hi. James just popped over to watch the match since your mother's away at her conference and you'd be out."

"Hi, Mr S," Lilly mumbled, not even looking at him.

"Hi, Lilly! I haven't seen you since our BBQ the other day, how have you been?" Mr S grinned at her.

"Oh, I've been OK, I guess," she blushed as her mind flickered back to being on her knees while the man sat with her father used her mouth to get off.

"And how's that boyfriend of yours. Tim? Tom? You two left the BBQ early, is everything alright?"

"Oh gosh, yes, I just felt something funny inside and needed to get back home. And it's Tom. He's OK too," Lilly smiled back at him.

"What did you two do tonight?" her dad asked her.

"Ummm, just watched some TV at his place. Nothing much else," she told the men.

Mr S laughed. "I know what that means at your age!"

Lilly blushed furiously. "No, that's all we did, honestly."

"Suuure," Mr S chuckled, as she turned and headed back up to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her, taking a deep breath to help her calm down. Her heart was racing and she could feel how wet she was now, just from that one little conversation and the mere sight of Mr S. 

Lilly kicked off her shoes and swiftly pulled her moist panties down her legs so that her pussy was exposed. She reached under her pretty sundress that she'd chosen for her date with Tom, and started to play with her nipples with one hand while the other brushed rapidly across her clit. Moaning quietly to herself, the rubbed faster and faster, then slowed down, sliding a finger inside her tight cunt before going back to her clit and rubbing again and again. She was just on the edge of cumming when the sound of a car leaving the drive broke into her reverie.

She was conflicted and confused. On the one hand, she had been picturing spending time with Mr S when her dad wasn't around; on the other hand she was relieved that the sexual tension that was in the house was no longer an issue. On the one hand she was disappointed that he wasn't going to try to speak to her more than the casual chat with her dad there; on the other she knew that at least she had time to process and his reaction seemed to imply that she should move on without him.

The bedroom door creaked open, and Lilly turned in anger, expecting that her dad had walked in without knocking. She was furious - he needed to knock and respect that she was a grown woman in her own bedroom and needed some privacy.

Mr S walked into her room as she frantically tried to pull her panties back up and cover up.

"What are you doing here? You left!" Lilly protested as he walked into her room.

"Your father's gone to get some more beers for the rest of the evening. He'll be gone for a while now," Mr S explained matter-of-factly, as he sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on hers. She almost felt a jolt of electricity as his skin touched hers.

"Does your dad know what a naughty little slut he's raising?" he asked, pulling down her panties further, yanking them down to her ankles and taking them off. "Why Lilly, it would appear that these are all wet. Have you been playing with that wimpy boy you spend your evening with?"

Lilly's pussy was on fire as she waited for Mr S to touch her more. "No Sir. Nothing really," she explained.

"Don't lie to me, Lilly. I know what you are, and what you need. Have you fucked him?" Mr S asked sternly.

"N-N-No, Sir. I promise. I've not fucked anyone but you, Mr S," she stammered.

Without warning, Mr S flipped her over so she was face down on the bed, her arse sticking up, dress flipped up onto her back. Mr S held her in place with both her hands behind her back. "Oh God, oh God," Lilly moaned, "what are you going to do?"

SMACK!

Mr S's hand slapped her harshly across her bottom and she winced. Although she had been craving his attention for the whole week, it still hurt, but sent a spasm through her body, linking her mind to her cunt immediately.

"Tell me the truth, Lilly. I don't believe you. Did he put his little cock in this wet hole of yours?"

Lilly felt herself get wetter as he spoke to her this way. "N-N-Nno," she moaned and wriggled against being held down.

Mr S took his leather belt off, and Lilly whimpered in anticipation. "Oh God, please. Not the belt. Don't hurt me with your belt, I can't take it!" she babbled.

He rubbed to leather slowly across her skin. "You just need to tell me the truth, silly," he told her quietly. "Did you suck his cock?"

"Y-y-yes," Lilly stammered.

"See, that wasn't so hard to do, was it? You just need to be honest with me. Always," he reassured her as he rubbed her bottom with one had as he slid the cool leather against her cunt.

"It's a shame I'm going to have to hurt this pretty little bum, Lilly," he told her as she squirmed against his hand and belt.

"But I told you the truth!" Lilly squealed, "Please don't! I was honest! I told you the truth!"

Mr S smiled down at the sobbing little gil. "You did. But you also sucked your boyfriend's cock without getting my permission first."

"But you only said that my pussy belonged to you and that I couldn't fuck him!" Lilly cried.

"Close enough. All your holes belong to me, Lilly. Don't they?"

Lilly felt her face redden and her pussy get wetter as he calmly told her this.

"Yes, Sir," she mumbled.

"And that means I'm going to have to use my belt on you, doesn't it?" Mr S continued as he stroked her soft skin.

"Y-yes, Sir," she meekly replied.

Lilly felt a gust of air as Mr S raised the belt above her. He held it there, poised, as she anticipated the pain that she knew was coming.

SMACK!

Lilly cried out in pain. "AGHGH! That hurt!"

Mr S chuckled softly. "Of course it did, stupid. It was meant to. This is what little cock sucking whores like you deserve."

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Three more blows landed in the same spot, and Lilly thought that she could see starts as each one landed. Each hit sent a jolt through her throbbing, needy pussy, and she whimpered and squirmed with each one.

And as each blow landed, Lilly knew that without fail if Mr S continued she was likely to cum at the slightest touch. His hands roamed over her sore bottom, caressing it, massaging the stinging pain away, giving Lilly some brief respite before the next bout of pain.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Mr S paused, teasing her, slowly stroking his belt along her wet pussy, sliding one finger insider her as she moaned softly as his belt tapped against her throbbing clit.

"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, "Please let me cum."

The belt stopped moving. "That's a thought, Lilly," he said, "But what are you going to do for me if I let you cum?"

"I-I-I'll let you fuck me, Mr S," Lilly stammered.

He laughed. "You'll LET ME fuck you? I think you've forgotten who owns this cunt and I'm going to have to remind you again, aren't I?"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The belt rained down on her bruised and sore bottom again and again, as tears ran down her beautiful teen face.

"PLEASE!" Lilly squealed. "PLEASE LET ME CUM!"

"Let's try again then, silly. Why should I let you cum?"

"Because I need it," she implored.

"But I don't care what you need, Lilly. You're mine, aren't you? So what are you going to do to earn it?"

"I'll do anything. Please let me cum sir."

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Lilly was squirming in desperation, and she meant every word that she said. She really was prepared to do anything to be allowed to cum, and her pussy was craving his thick cock again.

"OK, Lilly. Here's a simple test. Tell me that you're in love with my cock," Mr S told her.

"Ummm. I love your cock, sir," she panted.

"What about Tom? Don't you love him?"

"Oh god. Yes, I love Tom as well," she babbled as Mr S started to play with her dripping hole.

"But who do you love more, Lilly? Your boyfriend or my cock?" Mr S asked her teasingly.

Lilly cried a little in frustration. She really did love Tom. He was so nice to her and they had been together for a while. She did love him. She did love him. She did.

"I love your cock more," she mumbled quietly as Mr S slid a second finger insider her and she pushed back against him.

Mr S chuckled softly, playing with her cunt, teasing her clit with his thumb, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's my icky little whore," he said patronisingly, "He will never satisfy you like the cock you love will, will he?"

Lilly groaned as his fingers probed and moved inside her. "N-no. No he won't," she babbled.

"You don't really want him to, do you? You want my cock instead, don't you?"

"Oh god. oh god. Yessss, I only want your cock," Lilly panted as she felt herself getting as close to cumming as possible.

Mr S slowed down and removed his thumb from her clit. "Part of you wants to show him how much you love my cock, doesn't it, Lilly?" he calmly asked her.

She sobbed in frustration. Hadn't he realised how close she was to cumming? How cruel to stop now. She needed it. And then it struck her. She knew exactly what she needed to do to get what she craved. She thought about what Mr S was saying. Did he really mean it? Was he right? Her mind flashed back to Mr S taking her virginity in the bathroom while Tom was outside. How perfectly content she had been as he fucked her hard, knowing they could be caught at any moment. And the thought of showing Tom how a real man treats a girl like her made her already sopping pussy even wetter against Mr S's fingers.

"Yes, Sir. I want to show him," she whispered quietly.

Mr S returned his attention to her clit, rubbing her faster and putting pressure in exactly the right place. His fingers slid easily in and out of her, and he pressed a third finger in her tight little pussy, filling her like she needed. Lilly bucked and pushed back, desperate to have something fuck her and to cum.

"I guess you'd better babysit this Friday then, Lilly, and make sure Tom comes over as well," Mr S told her.

As he brought her closer and closer to cumming, the gravity of the situation started to sink into her little brain. She had just confessed to Mr S that she wanted him to fuck her. To use her. To take her in front of Tom so that he could see what a wonton little whore she really was. Tom could never hit the spot like Mr S would, and she knew she wanted him to see how pathetic he was compared to a real man.

And as that thought crossed her mind, the pressure against her clit, the fingers pumping into her tight, stretched cunt, Lilly came. Her mouth open in a silent scream, she came and came and came like never before. Knowing exactly what she was, and that Mr S was going to fuck her because she was his.

Bliss washing over her, Lilly smiled as she came down from another amazing orgasm. How had she missed out on the attention of an older man for so long? It didn't matter. Mr S was here now, and she belonged to him...