Another Big Mean Man

Michelle was having a boring day at work. She'd served a few customers, she'd put the new clothes away, she'd swept up and made sure that the store was clean, and she'd even managed to find time on her break to look at some of her favourite blogs on bdsmlr.

She couldn't help it, it had become more of an addiction recently. The things that she read, the pictures that she looked at, the videos that she watched made her pretty little hairless cunt throb and drip. She was daydreaming at the till when I walked into the shop and started to look around.

I must have looked out of place – a guy in his early forties looking around a clothes shop that clearly only catered for girls, and girls significantly younger than me. She bounced over to me, her long hair rippling down her back as she moved, grinning at me. She stopped just in front of me and asked, "Is there anything that you were looking for in particular, sir?"

I looked her up and down, taking perhaps just a shade too long to appraise her than was normal, and smiled at her. "Yes, I am. There's something very special that I'm looking for."

She faltered slightly before grinning an even bigger smile at me, "well, is there anything that I can help you with sir?" her eyes widening as they locked on mine. I felt my cock twitch slightly, and wondered just exactly what was going to happen next. I looked around the store and there was no-one else around. I stepped closer to her.

"I was looking for something to buy for my daughter, but I'm not sure what size she would be. I have no idea," I told her. After a small pause, I added "I'd guess that she's around the same size as you though, so can you help me find something appropriate?"

"Of course, sir," she smiled, "let's have a look at some of the skirts that we have."

She picked out a few different skirts and blouses that she thought went well together and brought them over to me, explaining what would go well with what, how each one could be worn for different occasions, and how they would look.

"You know," I interrupted her mid-speech, "it would be much better if you just showed me what combination went with what. That would be much easier for me to remember. So why don't you pick something and go try it on for me?"

She stopped, stunned. "I can't do that," she stammered, "I can't leave the store unattended."

"Of course you can," I told her, "there's no other customers here, so nobody is going to get in the way. If it's that much of an issue, why don't you go lock the door and then you can show me?"

"I can't do that, but since there is nobody in the store, I can be quick and try something on for you, sir," she told me. "That's a good girl," I grinned broadly at her. The afternoon was just about to get more interesting.

She grabbed a knee-length skirt and halter top and disappeared into the changing room. "You'll have to tell me if anyone comes in, sir," she shouted through the slatted door. "Don't worry, I will," I replied, "now hurry up and get changed then show me what you look like."

It didn't take long before she was back in front of me wearing the outfit that she'd chosen. The skirt came down to her knees but fell beautifully across her pert bottom, while the halter top showed off her breasts perfectly. I stared at her, not saying a word.

"Umm… is this OK?" she mumbled.

"The skirt's a little too long, but the top looks lovely. What else is there to show me?"

She smiled at me and picked up another outfit, "let me see what I can do, sir." She disappeared back into the changing room quickly, but this time I followed her before the door could shut. "What?" she asked, stunned, "What are you doing back here?"

"You have lots of outfits to try on, Michelle, and we haven't much time. So I'll just stand here and that will be quicker, won't it?"

She blushed and I'm almost certain that her cunt must have started to get wet at the thought of changing in front of a complete stranger. "This will be faster, so hurry up now, and show me something else."

She turned her back to me as she removed the halter top, standing in her bra as she let the skirt drop to the floor exposing her cute white panties to me. I was sure that I could glimpse a nipple poking through the front of the bra as she turned slightly to get the next outfit.

"Nice pair. I like white," I commented.

"What? Oh, my panties?" she blushed bright red as I stared at her.

"What do you say when someone pays you a compliment, Michelle?" I demanded.

"Thank you, sir," she stammered as she grabbed another skirt that was shorter this time, and a flimsy blouse.

She pulled the clothes on and swirled around to show off to me. The skirt flared out as she moved, flashing her panties as she moved quicker. "I like that a lot," I told her, as I moved closer to her, "Now bend over and touch your toes. I need to see how short it is."

She looked flustered but turned her back to me, bending right over at the waist. I could just see the bottom of her white ruffled panties poking out, so inviting but I couldn't do anything yet.

"That's nearly perfect, but what else have you got to show me?" I asked her. She looked back at me over her shoulder, grinning, before looking for something even nicer to show me.

She stripped out of her blouse and skirt and picked up a short yellow sundress that looked like it would hardly cover her tiny body. She wriggled into it and stood in front of me, a perfect little vision – her perky tits sticking out, her nipples visible through the flimsy material. "Bend over again and show me," I instructed, and this time she did so with no hesitation at all.

"Very nice," I told her. As she bent over, I ran my hand through her hair, stroking her softly. "Now why don't you get down on your knees and show me something else, Michelle?"

She didn't move. She looked at me, wide-eyed. "I told you to get down on your knees. Don't make me ask again, Michelle."

"What? Why, sir?" she asked. I pulled her hair tighter so that her face was back up at me, and slapped her quickly.

"Because I fucking told you to," I snapped. "You've been flashing your arse and cunt at me all afternoon and got me hard, so now it's time to do what I tell you to, little girl."

Her eyes started to fill with tears. This wasn't what she was expecting at all, she had just been having some fun, nothing more. But now she became painfully aware that she may have gone too far. Tears started to run down her pretty little face, as I pushed her onto her knees roughly as I held her by her hair.

I'd been imagining exactly what I would do to her when I had the chance, and here she was. "Please, sir, please don't," she begged as I took my cock out of my trousers.

"Shut up, cunt," I told her, my grip tightening as I pulled her face towards me. "Open your fucking mouth, Michelle. Now," I commanded as she struggled in my grip. I pulled her hair so that her face was tilted towards me and slapped her face twice in quick succession, forehand and back. "You're going to do what I tell you to, little girl. So why don't you play nice?" I asked her as she looked at me with her tears coming quicker and quicker now.

She opened her mouth for me, her pretty, wet lips looking so inviting. A nice wet, warm hole for me to fuck and I was determined that I was going to enjoy this whether she wanted to or not. I pressed my cock against her face, letting her feel my warmth against her skin, rubbing against her as I moved the head down her cheek towards her waiting mouth.

"Have you given a blow job before?" I asked her. She nodded, and I laughed softly. "That's good. But I'm not going to get a blow job from you," I told her as she looked up at me confused. "I'm going to fuck your facecunt. I'm going to fuck your mouth and throat until you're struggling to breathe. That's not a blow job, but that's what's going to happen, Michelle."

And as she gasped, I stuffed my cock into her mouth. "Come on, Michelle, suck properly," I encouraged her and she started to respond. I pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust, feeling her starting to struggle and gag. "Come on, cunt, you can do better than that," I told her as I pulled her face in closer, fucking her face without mercy, listening to her making disgusting gagging, spluttering noises. Her tears were flowing much more freely now, ruining her makeup as I pumped her face. Drool was running from the corners of her mouth as she tried desperately not to choke, and I forced myself deeper and deeper. "Come on. Show me what a good face fuck cunt you are," I shouted at her as I forced her face closer and closer to me. And finally, as she gagged and made obscene noises, I felt her nose against my skin. She bucked and struggled but I held her still – she was going to stay there until I allowed her to move. She was my face fuck toy and this was what she deserved.

I felt her struggling more and more and pulled out of her mouth, leaving a long line of dribble running down her face as she coughed and spluttered for breath. While she was struggling, I pushed her roughly to all fours, pulled the little yellow dress up and grabbed her tiny white panties. I pulled them roughly off her, noting that her shaved cunt was glistening as I unwrapped it. The perfect gift for the nice man that she'd helped with his shopping that afternoon.

I touched her cunt and found her soaking. I laughed softly. "Needy little cunt, aren't you, Michelle?"

"No," she answered defiantly, prompting me to slap her arse twice in quick succession.

"Tell me the truth, cunt," I snarled at her as she whimpered at me. I slid two fingers into her hungry little bald cunt, and she moaned softly. "What a good girl you are," I told her.

"Come on, cunt, get your holes open for me," I told her, as I forced her legs apart as she bent over. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

She made a small incoherent noise in reply, so I had to smack her arse a few times. "Tell me, you pathetic little whore. Tell me that you want me to fuck you." I ordered.

"Please, sir. Please fuck me," she pleaded.

"Don't call me sir. Call me Daddy while I force you to do these things, slut," I told her as she sobbed.

I grabbed hold of her beautiful tits as I rubbed my cock against her tiny little pussy, pinching and pulling on her nipples as I teased her drippy fuckhole with my cock. She started to wriggle back against me as I forced my cock roughly inside her in one thrust. She squealed and screamed, her delicious cries of pain as I tore into her sweet little cunt. "Daddy, daddy, please no!" she screamed, "please be gentle with my tiny hole, Daddy!"

"That's a good girl. Call me Daddy and I'll show you just how much I love abusing your little cunt," I told her, feeling her cunt getting wetter as I told her disgusting mean things.

I kept thrusting harder, pounding into her tight fuckhole as she mumbled incoherently at me and I told her what a disgusting little girl she was for letting me abuse her like this and get wet while I used her.

Grabbing her by her hair, I turned her round to face the dressing room mirror. "Look at yourself, cunt," I ordered, "look at how a pathetic whore gets used by Daddy." She stared in the mirror, her tears running down her beautiful face as I violated her over and over. I grinned at her in the mirror as she stared at me and pleaded with me for mercy.

"Stop complaining, you ungrateful little cumwhore," I grunted, "you should be pleased that I show you the attention you need, you worthless cunt." She sobbed more, and at the same time I felt her cunt throb and get wetter. "You'll learn to endure what Daddy wants to do to you, sweetie," I told her as I fucked her even harder and harder. "If you think this is bad, imagine what it'll be like when I'm raping your arse for the first time," I chuckled in her ear.

"Noooooo, please no, Daddy!" she squealed. "I can't take it in there, Daddy, I'll do anything else that you want me to do, but not that, please!"

I ploughed into her tiny hole harder and harder, listening to her cries and sobs to get closer and closer to cumming. "I'm going to cum inside your worthless whore cunt," I told her.

"Oh god, no. Please. I'm not on birth control," she pleaded.

With one final, punishing thrust, I forced myself as deep as possible and started to cum and cum inside her tight cunt. She sobbed as she felt me shooting my cum inside her, knowing that she could easily end up pregnant.

I kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck as I slid out of her cunt. I wiped myself clean on her now ruined pretty yellow dress, looked down on her as I dressed, and smiled.

"I'm not sure that these are the right clothes, so I'll have to have another shopping trip soon," I promised her as I left the dressing room.

Michelle looked down at herself, her tears drying on her face. She was a mess, the dress was ruined, her tits had finger marks on them from where I had grabbed her too hard. She felt my cum leaking from her poor abused raped cunt down her legs. With a shudder, she started to scoop the cum up from her leaking hole and pushing it back inside, and started to rub her clit over and over again as her mind kept replaying the abuse that she had received until she came.

It was starting to dawn on her that she really was a disgusting little girl who deserved everything that happened to her, and that thought gave her the biggest smile of the afternoon.