Another Big Mean Man

Lilly lay on her stomach, thinking through everything that Mr S had made her do that evening. As she recounted to herself the things that she had admitted to him, she blushed, shuddered slightly, but felt herself get wet again. The thought of letting Tom see how a real man treated her turned her on, but she was ashamed at how it made her feel. She wasn't a bad person, was she? She had just found some new things that made her more turned on than she had ever thought possible.

At the same time, another, stronger emotion washed through her. She had never known that she could feel like this about another man. A lust that she wasn't sure could ever be fulfilled. Her desire only knew one thing - she belonged to Mr S now and could never go back to something plainer and more vanilla. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she was getting. Her hard nipples were aching, her clit was out of reach, her tight cunt literally dripping as she thought about all the things that Mr S did for and to her.

Periodically, she heard the sound of Mr S and her father laughing and shouting at the TV. How long would they be down there? When would Mr S come back and fuck her like the teenage whore that she was rapidly becoming? The longer she waited, the more she thought about how he was going to fuck her, the wetter she was becoming. She pictured herself on all fours on Mr S' bed, on his wife's side of the bed, while Tom watched as Mr S fucked her harder and harder in front of him as he stood by helplessly, unable to stop the man old enough to be her father from claiming her cunt as his.

Her imagination was running wild, and as she pictured it all so vividly, she heard another car pulling into the driveway meaning that her mother had come home. A short while later, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Her heart started beating faster and faster. She thought that it would be audible to anyone coming into her room if she wasn't careful. A faint knock on her bedroom door, the door knob turning slowly. Lilly froze, painfully aware of what her mother would see if she turned on the lights. She felt another drip from her cunt running down her thigh. Why was she getting so turned on by this??

"Lilly?" her mother whispered, "are you awake?"

Lilly stayed as still as she could. Her mother stood silhouetted in the doorway for a moment. Lilly could have sworn that she heard her mother mutter "wonder what you've been doing in here," before the door closed and she tiptoed down the hallway. Could her mother have been able to tell? Had her cunt betrayed her so her mother knew that she was wet? Oh god, how could she ever face her in the morning??

She exhaled hard, moaning into her panty gag, a tear running down her face as she thought about how embarrassing it was going to be. And yet again, she felt her cunt get wetter at the picture of how embarrasing it was going to be. What was wrong with her? What kind of man would put her in this kind of position? Was this the price that her lust was going to make her pay? She started to feel the anger going through her body. This was the final straw. She wasn't going to let Mr S treat her like this any more.

Her door creaked open.

"Miss me, Lilly?" Mr S whispered. Lilly's heart jumped, and she let her panties fall from her mouth. "My mum nearly caught me," she hissed back at him, "of course I didn't miss you! What would I have done? Where's my dad - he'll be up soon for bed"

"Nope, he's slumped on the sofa at the moment after too many beers," Mr S told her, "so nobody is coming upstairs any more. Your parents are asleep and it's just you and me now, slut."

Lilly grinned to herself, hoping he couldn't see her reaction. "You're not claiming anything. Just untie me and leave," she boldly told him. Mr S chuckled softly. "Of coure I'll untie you, Lilly, just how you want."

He reached over to her and freed her legs, stroking them and running his band up the inside to brush against her smooth, wet pussy. Lilly moaned softly but kicked against him, trying to get away.

"I told you I was going to take what belongs to me, Lilly. And you know I will," he told her matter of factly. He pressed himself between her legs, one hand over her mouth to stop her from making a noise, as his right hand reached up to unclasp her bra. Her tits sprang free, and Mr S grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head.

He bent his mouth towards them and licked her erect nipples, teasing one and then the other. "Such amazing tits," he murmured, and Lilly grinned at the compliment. "See?" he asked her, "It's not that bad, is it? We both know what you want."

His hand reached down to unfasten his belt and push his pants down. And then he was on top of her again, his cock resting just against her cunt opening once more, rubbing up and down. Mr S teased her wet slick slit again and again as Lilly squirmed beneath him. "Mmmmm, I'm really going to enjoy this," he whispered in her ear as he slapped his cock against her clit.

And then, before she could prepare herself any more, Mr S was inside her with a single thruse. She gasped, surprised by the size again that filled her completely. He pressed her legs back as far as they could go, and then Mr S was fucking her. Unlike the last time, there was no teasing, no gentleness, no attempt to keep her guessing about what he would do next. He was fucking her. Taking her. Using her for his own pleasure, not hers.

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in her bedroom. Lilly hoped that her parents would sleep through any noise. Mr S's hand on her mouth stopped her from crying out in pleasure from the deep pounding that he was giving her.

"So fucking tight," Mr S grunted in her ear, "What a good little slut. Getting fucked at home with your parents asleep." His hand moved to her breasts, pinching and tweaking each nipple in turn as she whimpered little noises into his other hand. The attention, the feeling of getting the fuck that she craved, and the words he was telling her, were combining to bring her closer and closer to yet another fantastic orgasm.

Mr S felt her starting to tense again. "That's it, slut," he groaned, "Cum on this fucking dick. That's my good little girl."

The combination of praise and crudity was all it took. Lilly came as Mr S fucked her without mercy. She clung onto him as if for dear life as the wave of pleasure crashed through her trembling body. He didn't slow for a moment, fucking her harder and faster as her teenage cunt gripped his cock even harder. She had never felt this way before, and she knew that she would do whatever he wanted her to, as long as he kept giving her what she needed. Mr S continued to slam his cock into her, pushing her further down into the matress.

"Take my fucking dick," he growled at her. "I'm going to cum in your fertile little cunt, Lilly"

She groaned in response, encouraging him to go faster and harder, feeling him getting closer to an orgasm of his own. And finally, he exploded inside her, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum flooding her tight teenage pussy.

"Fuck," he groaned as the last drop entered her, "that was amazing." He took a few deep breaths as Lilly basked in the happiness of knowing that she had made him cum so hard. This was all her, and she was so proud of herself and that he had told her she was a good girl.

Mr S kissed her once on the lips as he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. "Don't forget you're sitting tomorrow night," he whispered as he stood up, pulling his clothes back on. And without even saying another word, he was gone.

Lilly lay back on her bed. Her legs spread open. Her bottom burning. Feeling the cum drip slowly from her used fuckhole.

She couldn't remember feeling so exhausted in her life, or so happy. As she lay there for a few more moments before drifting off to sleep, images of Mr S using her passed before her eyes. And she couldn't wait for the babysitting job the next day.