Another Big Mean Man

"Good evening, Lilly," Mr S smiled.

She blushed, thinking of Tom hiding in the wardrobe, knowing that she'd let this go to far. She had to stop this, but had no idea how she possibly could. Mr S chuckled lightly. "You do like to make things easy for me, don't you? Kneeling on my bed waiting. I bet you haven't got any knickers or bra on either, have you? What a naughty little girl you are, Lilly"

Lilly Could think what to say. She knew that she wanted Mr S more than ever, but she didn't want to betray Tom. He was too nice. He didn't deserve this. "Please," she whispered to the much older man, "Please don't"

"Please don't what, Lilly? Please don't make you cum like you always do for me? Please don't fuck you while you tell me the nasty thoughts in your little mind? Please don't fuck every hole while your boyfriend is hiding in the wardrobe??"

Lilly could hear Tom gasp from the wardrobe as Mrs S slid his hand under her dress and started to stroke her dripping cunt. "I...I mean," she stuttered, but Mr S just put his hand over her mouth.

"Shhhh," he told her softly, probing her slick folds with his fingers as she started to unwittingly hump against his hand, "I'll deal with how to punish you in a moment. I know that your boyfriend is watching us, Lilly. I know he's wondering what I meant, and what I'm going to do to you." Mr S turned his head slightly towards the wardrobe door and raised his voice. "It's OK, Tom. I'm going to help you. I'm going to show you how a real man treats a little cunt like your girlfriend."

"Nooo, p-p-please," Lilly stammered, but Mr S pulled her face up and gave her a long, lingering kiss as he slid two fingers inside her.

"It's OK, Lilly. Don't worry. Tom can leave at any time he wants and it'll just be our little secret. But something tells me he isn't going anywhere, and he wants to see exactly what he's been missing out on."

Lilly fucked her cunt against his fingers faster, feeling herself get wetter with everthing that Mr S was saying.

"Let me catch you up, Tom," Mr S continued, louder. "Last night, I was in your pretty girlfriend's bedroom. She was fucking herself without permission, and I couldn't allow that, Tom. So I beat her with my belt, over and over again. And do you know what happened, Tom? She fucking came for me. Your slutty girlfriend came all over and over again."

With every word, Lilly got wetter and wetter, grinding her cunt harder and harder against his fingers. Humping and moaning softly as he described the things that he had made her say. Knowing that he hadn't made her at all. It was all her. It was her mind. And she did love his thick cock more than she loved Tom.

"She came for me because I took control of her, Tom. She's my cunt now. And you love me controlling you, don't you Lilly?"

Lilly stayed silent, rocking gently on his fingers, sliding up and down trying to get more inside her, as she looked over at the wardrobe door.

"What did I do after that, Lilly?" Mr S asked her.

She blushed. She couldn't admit it in front of Tom. She had to try to keep it a secret.

SLAP!

The blow across her cheek stung and made her cunt leak even more. Another slap across her tits as Mr S pulled her dress off over her head to expose her fully.

"Tell me what happened next, Lilly," Mr S told her.

"You, um, you..." Lilly stuttered. Tears were in her eyes from the slap, her cunt was leaking, and she knew she was going to have to confess what had happened.

"You told me that you loved my cock more than you love Tom, didn't you, Lilly?" Mr S asked her.

Lilly stayed silent, shaking her head slightly. Why wasn't Tom coming to her rescue? How could he just be staying silent while Mr S did this to her? Could he be enjoying her humiliation?

SMACK! Me S slapped her across her bottom, making her squirm and cry out a little. "DIDN'T I?" he repeated, louder.

"Yes," she whispered.

"No. You need to do better than that, Lilly, or I'm going to have to hurt you again"

"Yes, I said I loved your cock," she mumbled.

SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Two more blows rained down on her naked bottom, and then a harder slap on her left breast.

"Tom can't hear you, stupid," Mr S told her, and in a louder voice as she blushed, Lilly said "I told you that I loved your cock more than Tom."

Mr S pulled her over his knee, making sure that her pretty cunt was pointing at the wardrobe door.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each slap got harder and ahrder, but Mr S made sure to cover her bottom with them completely, as Lilly whimpered, squirmed, and got wetter and wetter with each one.

"And then?"

"You fucked me," Lilly moaned, knowing that's what he needed to hear.

The next five smacks were harder than before, but Lilly could feel the heat spreading from buttocks to her throbbing hole.

"YOU FUCKED ME!" she practically shouted, as the smacks stopped.

Mr S rubbed her bottom gently. "She's not lying, Tom. I fucked your girlfriend in her own bed last night. Some of the tightest, nicest pussy I've ever had, and it was your teen girlfriend. And she begged for more, Tom. Can you believe that? This little whore begged a man old enough to be her father to fuck her harder and harder while she came on my cock."

Lilly squirmed, trying to get her clit against Mr S' knee. Even by recent times with him, she'd never been this turned on in her life, and she longed to grind her clit against something so that she could get some release.

"Lilly, are you trying to hump my leg?" Mr S laughed, "you really are a needy little thing, aren't you?" Before she could even think about answering, Mr S pushed her off his lap. "You know where you belong, Lilly, don't you?"

Immediately, she sprang onto her knees. She knew what was going to happen, and she smiled obediently as she opened her knees to that her pussy was open, her hands by her sides, her mouth open.

"See, Tom," Mr S addressed the wardrobe door, "your girlfriend knows where a whore like her belongs without being told. Do you want to watch me fuck her face, Tom? Or are you going to leave?"

There was no motion from the wardrobe, just another gasp as Tom prepared himself for what he knew Lilly was going to be made to do.

Mr S moved, turning Lilly so that her face was pointing towards the wardrobe door now, making sure that Tom would have the best view of what he was going to put his girlfriend through.

"Oh, I should tell you, Tom. This isn't the first time Lilly's done this for me. It's not even the first time here. I fucked her facecunt at the BBQ the other week while you were outside talking to my wife. You were chatting and I was using your girlfriend to get off with in here. She knows what she's doing, don't you, Lilly?"

Lilly smiled a broad grin. Looking up with pure devotion on her face, she said "yes, sir."

Mr S continued, "And I'm sure you're wondering how I started fucking your girlfriend, Tom. Lilly - why don't you tell Tom what happened?"

Lilly shook her head, her eyes downcast. She couldn't tell Tom how she had started this. How she had enticed Mr S into making her do things, how she had wanted to cheat on Tom with the much older man.

Mr S took his leather belt off, and Lilly's eyes widened, knowing he would be able to hit her arse with the belt even as she knelt.

"I took pictures. I took pictures of me naked and left them for you to find," she babbled.

"See," Mr S smiled down at her, "that wasn't that hard, was it? Yes, Tom - she took pictures of herself naked and gave them to me, so I'd know what kind of girl she really is. Now tell Tom what you are, Lilly"

Lilly blushed like never before. Her eyes moved to the wardrobe door, but rather than whispering, this time she spoke in a normal voice. "I'm a cock hungry whore, Tom. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. But that's what I am. I'm a disgusting cock hungry whore."

"Good girl. Now open wide, whore," Mr S told her as he pushed his cock towards her face.

Lilly had had practice with Tom before, and had sucked Mr S's cock as well, but that was nothing to what was about to happen.

"Gggguummpphhh," she moaned as Mr S forced his cock as far into her mouth as she could handle.

"Take it like a good whore, Lilly," Mr S told her, "Show your boyfriend exactly what kind of girlfriend you really are for the right man."

Lilly looked up at him, tears swelling in her eyes as she struggled with the cock pushing into her throat. She wanted to please him so badly, to show him that she really was a good girl for him, to taste and savour the cum that he was going to give her to prove that she was his slut to use.

Mr S grabbed her hair tightly, moving her up and down on his cock, savouring her tight mouth as he bounced Lilly around. This wasn't the kind of blowjob that she gave to Tom. This was a man old enough to be her father, who was friendly with her father, who was fucking her face.

"Look at your disgusting whore girlfriend, Tom," Mr S moaned, "getting her facecunt used while she's on her knees where she belongs. And she loves it. Don't you, Lilly?"

Before Lilly could move off Mr S's cock to reply, his belt cracked down on her bottom again. She whimpered and moaned and pushed her face down further as she stroked his balls with her hand. And as she put more and more effort into pleasing him, Lilly felt herself getting more and more turned on. It wasn't just the cock in her mouth that was doing it. The more that he fucked her mouth, the more he hurt her, the more he spanked her, the wetter she was getting and the closer she found herself getting towards orgasm.

Mr S pulled his cock out of her mouth, a line of dribble connecting her mouth to his dick still. Holding her hair tightly, he smeared her drool across her cheeks. "Do you want to keep sucking my dick, Lilly?", he asked sweetly.

Lilly looked up at Mr S, her pretty eyes watering still, tears at the corners of each one, and smiled devotedly. "Of course I do," she purred, "Yes, Mr S."

SLAP!

Out of nowhere the slap across her cheek left her stinging slightly and reeling a little. "Remember your manners, dumb dumb"

Lilly smiled again, grateful for the touch, as she felt her cunt wetten even more.

"Please, Mr S," she panted, "please let me suck your dick again. Pleeeeaaase"

He put his cock head against her waiting mouth, with no pressure at all. He was't going to dictate the pace this time. This time he was going to let Tom see just how hungry for his cock Lilly was.

"Mmmmmmm," Mr S moaned as Lilly cupped his balls with one had as her tongue flicked all over the tip of his dick. "Does she do this for you, Tommy?" He laughed softly. "She's such a good cock sucker, Tom. But I bet she doesn't worship your cock like she does this one, does she?"

He stroked her hair softly, almost affectionately, looking down at her. "That's a good girl, Lilly. Work my cock and balls like the good sucking slut you are. I'm going to cum all over that pretty face of yours and mark you as mine."

Lilly moaned as she pushed her face further and further down onto his cock, feeling it filling her mouth, coughing slightly as he stretched the back of her throat. Grunting with the effort to handle more and more cock with each push, hoping that her nose would hit his skin, letting him know that she was his with every stroke up and down. Her teen pussy was leaking more and more, the effort, the thought of how it must look, the words that she was hearing driving her on. And then, as she moaned on his dick, something clicked and she felt something that had never happened before.

Lilly started to shake as her mind focussed on how bad her behaviour was, letting Mr S use her while her supposed boyfriend watched on, hidden. Holding on to Mr S's legs tight, she shuddered more through the first throes of her orgasm, grabbing tighter as the orgasm hit her harder and harder.

"Wow, Tom!" Mr S laughed. "Did you see your girlfriend cum just from sucking on my dick? Was that the first time, Lilly?"

Lilly blushed and whimpered softly as she continued to suckle on the cock in her mouth. She couldn't believe what had happened, and for the first time in a while she actually thought about Tom, what he must be thinking, what he must think of her now. Turning towards the wardrobe door, she let the hard cock fall from her mouth. "I'm sorry. Tom... I'm so sorry you had to find out like this," she babbled.

"I'm sorry too, Tom," Mr S chuckled, "I'm sorry you have to see just what a cock hungry whore your girlfriend is for the right man. Because she's never behaved like this for you, has she?"

There was no response from the wardrobe. No noises, nothing. Mr S looked down at Lilly as she started to let go of his legs. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I? Keep sucking, slut"

She started to kiss and lick the tip again, stroking his cock as she did so, pressing her face against the cock as she felt the heat from the much older man against her cheek. "Pleeeease," she started to whine, "PLEASE! Please give me your cum, daddy. PLEEEAAASE!!!"

The final begging, that final word, her devotion was enough to tip him over the edge. As she stroked his dick faster, she smiled and closed her eyes in sheer bliss. She stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth as wide as she could, just as the first spurt shot from his cock. The first couple of supurts landed on her face, streaking up to her forehead, the next few landed on her tongue, and the final blast landed on her lips to run down her chin and dribble onto the firm tits that were on offer in front of him. Lilly swiped her tongue over the tip of his cock again and again, lapping the last drop of sperm eagerly.

"Was I a good girl, daddy?" she giggled, wriggling and shaking her cum-splattered tits at him.

Mr S looked down at her, his cock still hard as she swirled her tongue around and around. "Yes, sweetie. You're my good little whore, aren't you?"