Another Big Mean Man

Lilly squirmed and wriggled from side to side. Although the orgasm that had just washed over her had been fantastic, she craved cock. If you had asked her a month ago whether she would ever be in a position like this, she'd have blushed and thought it impossible. And yet here she was, bent over on her bed, wet, waiting for Mr S to fuck her however he wanted.

She felt him climb on the bed, positioning himself behind her, the tip of his cock just touching her pussy. She tried to push back as he laughed at her desperation.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?" Mr S asked her teasingly.

She whined softly and pressed against him.

SMACK!

His hand cracked down across her reddened bottom, and he grabbed hold of her long hair.

"Didn't you, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," she moaned, as she pictured how she must look to him - a man old enough to be her father, bending her over as she offered her wet, teenage holes to him, on her own bed, in her parents' house, while her father could come home at any moment. How had she let it get this far?

Mr S slowly inched his cock deeper and deeper inside her little tight cunt. Every movement made her think that she couldn't handle any more, how he was splitting her little parts with every tiny thrust.

"Do you like this, Lilly?" he asked her

"Oh God. Oh yes. It's...So...Fucking....big," she panted through each little push, "I need it so bad. Pleeeaaasseee" she moaned as she felt herself get wetter as she confessed her needs to the much older man.

He was all the way inside her, his balls pressing against her, and she felt him start to work his magic again, just as he had before. Totally in control of the situation, she couldn't predict when or how hard the next thrust was coming. He gripped her hair tighter, massaging her arse with his other hand, ocassionally hitting her making her bottom redden.

"You love it, don't you? You love being my slutty little babysitter," he growled in her ear, "And tomorrow you're going to show your loser boyfriend how much you love my dick"

"Yessssss," she moaned, "I need it. I love it. I need to show him. Ineed him to see what a bad girl I am!"

Lilly couldn't believe what she was saying. It had never crossed her mind before. But Mr S was making her thing nastier thoughts than she had thought of before. It was just the next step - she was so proud to belong to Mr S that she wanted Tom to realise that he never stood a chance against a real man with a real cock.

"Oh fuck," she stammered, "You're going to make me cum. I'm going to cum on this wonderful daddy dick"

"That's right, you nasty little whore," MRs S moaned, enjoying the feeling as her young cunt tightened against his cock. "Cum all over this dick, that's my girl"

"FUUCCCCKKKKK! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!!!!!," Lilly couldn't hold it back even if she wanted to. Totally out of control, her young body shuddered and shuddered against the wonderful dick that was teaching her so much.

Mr S smacked her arse again and again as her orgasm continued. "Take it you fucking slut!" Mr S shouted, not worried about anyone hearing in the otherwise empty house.

Lilly felt like it would ever end. How could she even think about fucking Tom or anyone else now that she'd experienced this magical time with Mr S? Just as she was starting to come down from it, she heard a car coming back into the drive. Perfectly timed for her, her father was back.

Mr S slowly pulled his still hard cock out of the teen cunt in front oh him. "Looks like you got to cum just in time," he laughed, "but I haven't. So you're not going to go to sleep until I've cum. I'll be back later for you, Lilly."

"You can't leave me like this!" Lilly squealed, still bottom up on the bed, her cheeks reddened from the slaps and grabs that Mr S had inflicted on her, "what if my parents come in??"

Mr S pushed her down on the bed, using his belt to bind her to the the bed posts. "Then they'll learn what an icky girl they raised, won't they?"

His phone clicked, the flash bright in the darkness. "A nice picture to send to Tom, maybe?" Mr S chuckled.

"Don't. Don't talk about my boyfriend," she mumbled.

"That's not what you said a moment ago, was it? You said all sorts of nasty things. But let's keep you quiet, Lilly," he told her as he grabbed her wet panties.

"Open wide, sweetie," he commanded, and he pushed them slowly into her waiting mouth.

She could easily have spat them out, but at the same time she knew that she couldn't. She wouldn't. There was no way that she would disobey. She was too much his now, even if she was worried about the situation she was in and what would happen if she were found like this. What if her mother came home and wanted to say goodnightnight? What if her father saw her like this?

Mr S flipped off the switch and left. The room was dark and silent, leaving Lilly to think about what she had done, what she had said, and what she had promised Mr S that she would do to be his.