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Collected by Djian
update mai 26 2007

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

Emily becomes a Slut (M+/f nc humil blackmail)
Flave (flava.flave@btinternet.com)

alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories


Sex, thought Emily, was overrated. Here she was, seventeen and just coming
into womanhood, she was with a guy she loved and she had just started
college. Everything was working out for her, everything but sex.



Emily had been going out with Craig now for five months. She had realised it
was the real thing pretty quickly but it had taken a while to pluck up
enough courage to actually have sex. Emily had wanted her first time to be
special and had arranged everything perfectly. Unfortunately for Emily she
could do nothing about Craig. He had climbed on top of her, pushed his dick
inside her and then almost immediately cum. It had left her feeling cheated.
Cheated by Craig because she could hardly feel his tiny penis (4 inches
long) and cheated because she thought sex was meant to be an earth
shattering experience which would bring Craig and her closer together.



This afternoon had followed the same pattern - Craig had felt horny, they
had kissed for a bit, he had put on a condom and mounted her. It took him
seconds to cum and then it was all over. That had been the sixth time Emily
had ever had sex and it seemed to her that she was better off without it.



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Emily was a very attractive girl, she had long straight dark hair, a perfect
young face with a clear complexion. Her body was tall and skinny and her
breasts where just a little on the small size (B cup). There was rarely a
unturned head when she walked into a room, although Emily was young and
naive and unaware of the effect she had on men.



Little did Emily know but that night would see her take the first steps
towards a very fulfilled and exciting sex life. Tonight Emily and Craig were
off to the cinema to watch an old sci-fi movie which was a favourite of
Craig's. Emily was not fussed about the movie but wanted to be with Craig -
despite his failings in bed she still loved him.



They arrived at the cinema and found their seats with plenty of time to
spare. Looking round Emily could see very few other people. It must be quite
an unpopular film she thought. Presently the lights went down and the film
started, as soon as the credits rolled Craig was lost in the film. Not long
after it started Emily noticed a man walking down the isle towards her. In
the gloom she could not make out much about him but he was obviously an
older man. He wore a long raincoat which, when he finally reached her, he
took off and laid on his lap as he took the seat next to her. Strange,
thought Emily, there are hundreds of seats free and he chooses to sit next
to me. She was a little creeped out by the guy and lent over towards Craig
to put as much distance as possible between herself and the old man.



The film went on and gradually Emily began to feel more at ease. The film
was not interesting for Emily at all but Craig was fully engrossed. After a
while Emily noticed something weird, the old man's hand had slipped between
the seats and was resting against her leg. It was a bit strange to be
touching a stranger but she thought they were small seats and maybe he
needed to stretch out a bit.



A few minutes passed and then Emily felt the strangers hand begin to move.
He was pushing his hand back and forth against her leg - Emily was shocked
but then considered the possibility that he was just moving about a bit to
relieve a cramp. Just as she was convincing herself that this what he was
doing he grabbed and squeezed her thigh. Emily was shocked and turned to
Craig to protest but Craig was still avidly staring up at the screen and had
noticed nothing. The stranger obviously thought Emily's inaction was a
come-on because he continued to squeeze her thigh and then rub it again.
Emily was a confused mess. What should she do? She knew she should get up
and shout at the old man for daring to touch her but she did not want to
cause a scene. She remained frozen whilst the old man's hand moved up her
thigh and then round to squeeze the bit of her arse he could reach.



Emily took a startled breath. The old man was grabbing her arse, right here
in a public place and right next to her boyfriend. Suddenly the reality of
the situation dawned on Emily and she felt a wave of excitement run through
her young body. She realised that she was getting horny, hornier in-fact
than she had ever been. The old man's simple grope had got her hotter than
anything Craig had ever done.



Emily felt guilty for getting turned on by a stranger when she was in love
with Craig but then the old man squeezed her arse again and the horniness
coursed through her. She felt herself leaning away from the old man to
snuggle up to Craig. This meant she propped herself up on her right buttock
and at the same time she crossed her legs towards Craig. This had the effect
of giving the old man much better access to her arse. Even as she made the
move Emily could not believe what she was doing, it was almost as if she
were on auto-pilot and not fully in control of herself.



The old man quickly took the opportunity to grab her whole left arse cheek
and give it a hard squeeze. Emily almost moaned out loud at the pleasure
this brought her. The old man then started to push his hand further round
her arse cheek until his fingers touched the crevice of her pussy. Emily did
gasp this time, she had naively not realised that this was his ultimate aim.
She felt his fingers rub gently against her pussy and then pull back. She
realised she was wet and her pussy was aching to be touched again. The old
man's hand moved down to grasp the hem if her short skirt before moving back
up to her arse pulling the skirt up as he went. Finally he had her arse
completely exposed to him. All that lay before him and her pussy was her
white cotton knickers. She felt the cooler air touch her checks and shivered
in anticipation. It was not long before she felt his fingers brush up
against her again.



He ran his fingers along the line of her pussy lips, feeling their heat just
behind the thin cotton.. The gusset of her knickers was soaked through with
her juices and he smiled to himself thinking what a little slut this girl
was. He could wait no longer and pulled her gusset to one side and then
rubbed her pussy lips with his old fingers.



Emily stifled another moan as she felt the stranger touch her pussy
directly. She was so horny she could feel her juice dribbling out of her -
she idly hoped she did not leave a stain on the cinema seat.



The old man had found her opening and gently pushed a finger into it. She
was so wet it slid in easily. He slid a second finger in to join the first
and then began to push them in and out of her. Emily felt all of this
through a daze of erotic ecstasy. The mere thought of this old man finger
fucking her in this degrading way made her almost faint. The old man quicken
his pace, he knew that this little slut was so horny she was coming already.
Emily's breathing became more rapid and she was worried Craig would notice.
She need not have worried, though, Craig was as engrossed as ever and
oblivious to what was happening only a few feet away.



Emily began to feel something she had never felt before, an intense
pleasurable feeling was building up. It was centred around her pussy and
grew with each thrust of the old man's fingers. In continued to grow until
it was almost unbearable and then Emily's pussy just seemed to exploded in
the most amazing feeling she had ever had. It seemed to go on for ages
before finally subsiding into a warm, comfortable glow.



Slowly, Emily came to her senses and realised what had just happed. She had
her first organism. It was without doubt the best experience she had ever
had and the fact that she had been given it by a old stranger in a public
place just seemed to make it better. She realised that the old man still had
two fingers buried in her pussy and they were still making her feel horny.
But before she could starting thinking about a second orgasm the old man
pulled his fingers out of her sopping pussy. Emily suddenly felt empty and
immediately wanted the stranger's fingers back inside her.



The old man had other ideas, though. Emily sat back down on the sit properly
and looked over. The stranger was busy doing something under his rain coat
which was laid out on his lap. After he was finished he reached out and
grabbed her left hand and guided it under the coat. Emily realised his
intentions just as her fingers brushed up against his cock. This was only
the second penis Emily had ever felt and it could not have been more
different than Craig's. It was much longer and much wider. The skin was
smooth with a few veins sticking up. Emily gently explored the old man's
cock with her hand marvelling at it and wishing she could have seen it. The
old man, however, was getting impatient and took hold of her small hand,
wrapped it around his cock and pushed it up and down.



Emily got the message and started wanking the old man. The perversity of the
situation soon got Emily horny, she was masturbating an old man whilst
sitting next to her boy friend. She soon felt her juices flowing again. The
old man was really enjoying himself. From what little he could see in the
gloom the girl was a stunner. What's more she had let him finger fuck her to
orgasm and was now reciprocating the favour all whilst sitting next to a boy
who could only be her boyfriend.



It was not everyday this sort of thing happened to him and despite wanting
to make it last he could feel himself coming. Emily kept up the steady rhyme
and was unaware that the old man was coming until she felt the first drops
of moisture on her hand. The old man groaned as he came, shooting wads of
cum onto the inside of his coat. Emily felt her hand get covered in the
sticky goo and shivered in forbidden pleasure as she imagined her hand under
the coat, wrapped around the old man's cock and covered in his white spunk.
Craig always wore a condom and so she had never touched cum before, she
loved its sticky consistency. The old man quickly put his cock back in his
trousers. Emily removed her hand and looked at it in the gloom. The cum
round down her fingers in little rivulets.



The old man stood up suddenly and moved off down the isle. Emily watched him
go feeling strange that she had not said goodbye. In-fact, she had not said
a word to him. She felt a wave of excitement pass over her when she realised
that she had just allowed a complete stranger to touch her where only
herself and Craig had previously touched.



After a couple more minutes she got up and went to the toilet, she washed
off her hand before going into a cubicle and rearranging her skirt and
knickers. Her gusset was still soaked through and she loved the wet feeling
as she pulled her knickers up to hug her pussy.



At last the film ended and Emily and Craig left. Craig asked Emily if she
had enjoyed herself to which she said very much. That night, Emily lay in
bed alternatively feeling guilty at what she had done and then turned on by
it. At last she resolved that nothing like it would happen again and that
she would remain true to Craig. However, Emily was mistaken. The stranger in
the cinema had awoken something in Emily which she could never completly
repress.

When Emily awoke on the morning following the cinema incident she felt much
better. She had put the previous night's folly down to a mistake in
judgement and one which she would never make again. Thinking back to the
night before only made her feel degraded and cheap.



Over the next few weeks the feelings of shame faded but the memory of her
orgasm did not. Every time she and Craig now made love it felt like a waste
of time. Why could he not make her feel like the old man had? Why could he
not give her the orgasm she desired? Emily tried to get on with things as
best she could but as time went on she found herself dwelling on the cinema
incident and even wishing she could repeat it.



Christmas came at last and she was able to keep herself so busy she almost
forgot about the stranger with the amazing fingers. Craig and she were very
happy together, except when it came to sex, and she really enjoyed
Christmas. Finally, it was new Year's Eve and Craig's family were holding
their traditional family party. Emily was quite excited by the prospect as
she had only met a few of Craig's family so far.



The afternoon of the 31st came and Craig and Emily found themselves alone in
his parent's house. Craig was feeling horny and persuaded Emily to come up
to his room before his parents got back from the shops. Emily obliged, ever
hopeful that this could be the time when Craig started to satisfy her. She
was to be disappointed. Despite feeling especially horny that day she could
not have an orgasm in the tiny space of time it took for Craig to cum. She
lay besides him afterwards, as he snored softly besides her, and despaired
of ever feeling truly satisfied again.



It was time for the party to begin and the guests started arriving. Emily
had wanted to impress Craig's family and so had worn her short blue cotton
skirt and a white blouse. It struck the right note of conservatism and
femininity she thought.



Downstairs Emily did the rounds of all the relations. Spending time
introducing herself and getting to know them. She was very pleasantly
surprised to find them all very laid back and friendly. The drinks were free
flowing and as Emily's nerves wore off she allowed herself to drink a
couple.



From across the room Craig's Uncle Bill watched as Emily walked from one
group of guests to another. He was Craig's father's older brother, at sixty
four he was quite a bit older. He was also the black sheep of the family,
never married but with a string of affairs (sometimes with married women) he
had never really fitted in with the rest of the clan.



Bill openly leered at Emily. What a little goddess he thought. What wouldn't
I give to get in her knickers? At last she made it around to him and she
introduced herself. He took her hand and held it whilst introducing himself.



Bill may have been old and fat but no one could call him charmless and
within seconds he had engaged Emily in conversation. She was fascinated that
an older person would take such an interest in her and talked freely to him.



As the night wore on Bill and Emily kept talking. He always made sure she
had a full glass in her hand and slowly a plan began to hatch in his devious
old mind. Bill tried to listen to what Emily had to say but was really not
interested. All he wanted was a chance to see what lay below Emily's
clothes. They were rather boring in Bill's opinion. She kept chatting away
and he kept filling her glass up.



At about 11:15pm Emily had had plenty to drink and was feeling extremely
drunk. She would have gone to bed to sleep it off but she felt she had to
stay up to welcome the new year in and Bill was turning out to be a very
interesting old man. She could tell he was leering at her, he seemed to take
every opportunity to look at her tits and arse but he was also genuinely
interested in what she had to say. She smiled coyly up at him - well she
thought, an old man deserves a bit of a thrill now and then.



Suddenly Emily felt very dizzy, her legs bulked and she would have fallen
had Bill not stepped forward and held her up. Heads turned in their
direction and Craig ran over from where he had been talking to some other
guests - a look of concern on his face.



"Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes, I'm fine." She replied, "Just a little dizzy."



"I think perhaps you should get your head down." Craig said.



"Yes, OK. But wake me up at twelve. I don't want to miss anything."



Craig nodded and began leading her upstairs but Bill stopped him.



"I'm on my way to loo. Let me take her and you get back to the guests" He
gestured to the others.



Craig thanked his uncle and moved back to resume his conversation. Bill
chuckled at his good fortune as he guided the drunk and confused Emily out
of the door and up the stairs. He half carried, half pushed Emily into the
front room. It looked like it was being used to store all the coats given
the mound of them on the bed. He propped Emily up against the wall as he
fumbled for the light switch. After a minute of searching he gave up and
kicked the door shut.



In the gloom he could barely make out Emily as she stood leaning against the
wall but what he could see of her gave him an instant hard-on. Her perfect
teenage body clearly showed through the blouse and skirt she was wearing.
Her tits were ripe and perky and her arse looked firm.



Standing right in front of her he lent forward and whispered in her ear.



"How do you feel?"



Emily mumbled a reply. Bill laughed and then slowly grasped her left tit
with his hand. God it was delicious, so firm and the perfect size. He
squeezed it again and then lifted his other hand up to grab her right tit.
He squeezed them together and felt and then pinched each nipple through her
bra.



His breathing was so rapid now he though he was going to pass out. Emily
finally realised what was happening.



"Bill," she said, "You can't do that. Stop it!"



Bill chuckled. "Oh come on Emily, you've been flirting with me all night now
its time to deliver."



"No, I haven't. I was just being friendly." she spluttered.



"Don't worry about Craig. I won't tell him, besides I bet you're enjoying
this aren't you? I bet this is exactly the sort of sex you like."



"What are you talking about. I love Craig!"



"Of-course you do, but you really crave a bit of rough, a bit of hard
fucking."



His dirty words had an electric effect on Emily. The memory of the cinema
came back to her with vivid clarity. She felt her pussy getting wet.



Bill took her moment of quiet as agreement and continued to squeeze her pert
breasts with his old hands. Emily took a deep breath, the room was spinning
and she was fighting the heat and passion growing within her. At last she
was able to speak.



"I don't want this Bill. Let's just go back downstairs and say no more about
it."



"Oh, I beg to differ. I think this is exactly what you want."



With that he snatched his right hand from her breast and pushed it under her
skirt and between her legs. She clamped them together but not before he had
his hand wrapped around her pussy.



Through her now wet cotton knickers Bill could feel the intense heat of her
cunt. He smiled at her.



"Your cunt is sopping wet. How do you explain that?"



His filthy words again sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She could
not explain it and simply looked away in shame. Bill took this as her
surrender. His cock was now so hard it was straining painfully against his
trousers.



He began rubbing her pussy through her knickers. Gradually, Emily relaxed
and let her legs spread a little. In her mind she was screaming at herself
to get out of the room but her body was ignoring her. She was so turned on
she could hardly move, her pussy was wetter than it had ever been.



Bill was aware that time was getting on. He could not bring himself to
consider the possibility of not going through with his plan and so he had to
act quickly before he was missed. He pulled Emily off the wall, turned
around and pushed her onto the bed. Emily's confused senses slowly got used
to her new position and she realised she was lying on her back on the bed.



Before she could react Bill was on top of her. His massive beer gut pressing
against her flat toned stomach. He manoeuvred her into the position he
wanted - legs spread and ready to accept his cock. He had managed to free
his member from his constricting trousers and Emily could now feel it
pushing against her crotch. She closed her eyes in shame, she loved Craig
and wanted to be true to him but at the same time she needed a sexual
release which he could not give her.



Emily remained quiet and compliant as Bill pulled her legs further apart.
She felt so degraded being positioned ready to be fucked by this old man.
Bill then lifted her skirt up to reveal her white cotton knickers and then
pulled her gusset to one side. Her pussy felt cold as it was exposed to the
air and she felt her cheeks blush realising how she must look - legs spread
wide, cunt exposed and all for the pleasure of this disgusting, fat old man.
She did not have long to contemplate her predicament, though, as almost
immediately Bill had the head of his old cock up against her wet pussy lips.



Bill was very proud of his cock. At 9" it was on the large side but it was
its width that was really remarkable. At 8" around it was almost as thick
as his wrist. At its end stood an angry red bulbous head and his shaft was
covered in bulging veins. Taking hold of this monster and aiming it at the
unsuspecting teenager's waiting cuntal opening Bill wondered if she could
take it all. He had no doubt that Craig had a tiny one (like his father) and
from what he could see of her pussy in the low light she looked pretty
tight. He shrugged and pushed forward. His weight was considerable but he
still only managed to wedge the head and an inch of shaft inside the slim
girl's body.



Meanwhile, Emily had to bite on her fist to prevent herself from screaming
out in pain. It felt like she was being split in two. His cock must be
massive she thought. Another thrust stopped her thinking and it was all she
could do not to cry. She pushed at Bill's shoulders and said,



"Bill, its too big. Stop, I can't take it."



"Its not too big, it's just your cunt is too small. Don't worry, after
tonight your pussy will have been stretched out to the right size."



Bill grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head so she could not move.
Now he was certain she was going nowhere he thrust into her again. Looking
down between her widely spread legs he could see that he had managed to
shove 6" of his cock up her tight twat. Another thrust saw two more inches
disappear and then a final push and he was buried up to the hilt.



Emily felt Bill stop thrusting at last. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.
She was so full up with his cock she thought it might come out of her mouth.
Bill rested for a while trying to catch his breath. Emily could feel his
hairy balls touching her arse and his pubic hair was mingled with her own.



God, she thought, what a degrading situation. Anyone could walk in now and
find me lying underneath this old man, my legs spread and his massive cock
shoved up me. Just the thought of it turned her on and she felt her pussy
juices flowing once again. The pain had eased a bit and Emily assumed her
pussy was getting used to the giant intruder.



Bill could wait no longer. He pulled out about 6" of his cock and jammed it
back up inside Emily. She gasped in both pleasure and pain as she felt his
shaft push its way back up her tight hole. Another thrust brought more
pleasure. Bill got into a rhyme and Emily's juices eased his passage.



Almost immediately Emily came. She had not felt it coming like she had
before but as soon as Bill started thrusting into her she felt her body go
numb and then the build up of the intense pleasure - radiating around her
pussy. It was just as good as she remembered it and she rode the waves of
pleasure until at last she came back to reality.



Bill was still pounding his dick into her young body and before she knew a
second orgasm hit her, just as intense as the first. This was amazing, she
thought, two orgasms and she felt a third coming.



Bill could see the pleasure of orgasm play across the young girls face below
him. He was glad she was enjoying herself. He was too and he knew he was
very close to coming. He wanted to make it last but her grasping, tight fuck
chute was just too much. He increased his pace and felt his cock leaking out
his pre-cum.



Beneath him Emily suddenly realised that Bill was not wearing a condom. She
was not on the pill because Craig always wore rubbers. But looking up at
Bill's lust filled face she knew there was no stopping him. His thrusting
was almost manic now and she knew he was close. The idea of his sperm
flooding her most private place now filled her mind and she found herself
eagerly anticipating it. The thought that this old man was going to cum
inside her whilst she was totally unprotected turned her on even more and
she felt her third orgasm approaching.



At last Bill gave a grunt as his orgasm hit and he felt his cock explode
within the teenager's tight cunt. Torrents of sticky white cum shot from his
cock head buried deep within her to coat her pussy walls. Emily felt the red
hot wave flood her twat and that was all she needed to send her over the
edge into her third orgasm. It was easily the most intense so far. The
degradation and humiliation of the situation had made it even more erotic
for her and now she rode upon wave after wave of the most amazing
sensations.



Emily slowly drifted in erotic half-consciousness and only barely registered
when Bill got off her, pulling his deflating cock from her sore pussy, and
then left the room. After a while Emily began to be aware of her
surroundings again and realised that she was still lying on her back with
her legs spread lewdly. Her knickers had covered up her battered pussy and
she could feel Bill's spunk slowly dribble out of her ravaged hole to soak
her gusset. She reached down between her legs and found her cunt to be a
sticky mess of cum. Some of it was leaking out of the side of her gusset to
run down her inner thighs and some it she could feel running down her arse
crack.



She lay in a haze until she was suddenly aware of footsteps on the stairs
and Craig's voice calling out her name. She only had time to pull her legs
together and her skirt down before he stumbled into the room. He turned on
the light and everything suddenly seemed real. The cheapness of the whole
situation came crashing down on her. She had let herself be fucked by a man
old enough to be her grandfather whilst Craig, the boy she loved, was just a
few yards away. She screwed up her eyes in self-disgust.



Craig was obviously a little drunk too as he slurred his words as he said,
"It's almost twelve. Come on or you'll miss it."



He pulled on one of her hands to help her up and she followed him down the
stairs to where the rest of the guest were congregated to welcome in the new
year. Bill was there as well and he smiled and raised his glass to her when
she came in. Emily turned her head away in disgust and shame.



Some called out a count down and suddenly it was 12:01 and the new year.
Everyone cheered and started hugging and kissing each other and wishing
everyone well for the coming year. Emily struggled around all the guests,
kissing them on the cheek and smiling. All the time she had to clench her
muscles together to stop anymore of Bill's cum running down her thighs for
all to see.



At last she came to Bill who stood smiling smugly at her. Reluctantly she
leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. She hoped she could get it over
with quickly and move on but as her lips touched his cheek he grabbed her
arms and held her there briefly. Into her ear, quietly so no one else could
hear, he said, "That was fantastic, I know you loved it too. Can't wait for
the next time."



"There won't be a next time. It was a mistake," She replied hotly.



Bill only smiled his smug smile at her and then moved off. Emily had no
choice but to carry on congratulating the guests but all she wanted to do
was bury her head in her hands and sob. Between her legs Bill's sticky goo
still covered her pussy and thighs.



At last the party was over and all the guests had gone. Emily joined Craig
in his room. Craig was already asleep but Emily remained awake, unable to
sleep, and replayed the night's events in her head - over and over. Finally,
at about 3am, and without even noticing it Emily fell asleep, her hand
inside her knickers gently rubbing her slimy pussy.



Bill went home and masturbated too, but not about what had happened but
about what he had in mind for Emily in the future.

The next morning Emily awoke with a very sore head and an upset stomach. She
had definitely had far too much to drink the previous night. She struggled
to sit upright in bed but she managed it and the pounding in her head slowly
receded. Suddenly she was aware of the aching soreness between her legs and
the events of the last night came crashing back to her.



The shame made her burry her head in her pillow. How could she have let
herself be used like that? She loved Craig completely but she had willing
let herself be humiliated and degraded by a fat old man.



Craig walked into the room then carrying a tray with coffee and toast. Emily
composed herself quickly and smiled up at him. He sat down besides her and
passed her a cup for which she was very grateful. Craig began talking about
the previous night and it was soon obvious to Emily that he suspected
nothing. She was very relieved by his ignorance and immediately decided that
she would keep the whole thing secret and try to forget about it.



The pain in her crotch was not going to make things easy though and she
winced every time she moved.



"Are you all right?" said Craig in concern.



"Yes." She said, "I just think I might have pulled a muscle or something."



Craig accepted this and Emily told him she was going for a shower. It was
difficult to walk out of the room without hobbling and she was relieved when
she reached the bathroom and locked the door behind her.



She had slept in a t-shirt and knickers and now, standing in front of the
bathroom mirror, was afraid to take them off for what she might find.
Slowly, she pulled them down and stared in amazement as her pussy came into
view. Her sparse pubic hair was stuck down with Bill's cum which also seemed
to coat her entire pussy and much of her thighs. Her pussy still gaped open
and her lips were red raw. She could hardly touch them without crying out.



"God," she thought, "he must have one huge cock." She took off her t-shirt
and eased herself under the warm water of the shower. Immediately she felt
much better. The warm water soothed her and slowly washed away the filthy
evidence of her infidelity. Soaping up her flannel she tentatively began
washing her pussy. It was so sore and sensitive it took her ten minutes to
get rid of all the dried on cum.



After thirty minutes in the shower Emily finally felt clean again. She took
out a large soft towel and began to dry herself. She sat down on the fluffy
bathroom carpet and dried her legs and patted her pussy gently. Reaching
down to dry her feet she suddenly felt moistness in her pussy. Looking into
the mirror in front of her she was shocked and appalled to see a trail of
white sticky semen running out of her.



"Oh God," she thought, "How much cum did he shoot inside of me?" Feelings of
self-disgust once again dominated Emily's thoughts but looking at the image
in the mirror; herself sitting on the floor naked, legs spread and cum
oozing out of her sore pussy, made a spark of horniness ignite within her.
Dismissing it as quickly as it had started she came back to the present.
Fears of being made pregnant came to the front of her mind and she resolved
to do something about it straight away. Wiping the cum away she limped back
to Craig's bedroom and quickly dressed. She made an excuse to Craig that she
had to go out and was off.



She borrowed Craig's old car and drove around in search of a chemists that
would be open on New Year's Day. She eventually found one, parked the car
and entered. She sheepishly approached the counter and an old lady asked if
she could help.



Five minutes later Emily left the chemist with the 'morning after' pill. Her
cheeks were bright red; the pharmacists had not made it easy for her and had
obviously disapproved of her behaviour. She sat in the car and took the
pill. She felt like a slut.





Over the next couple of weeks things slowly got back to normal. College
restarted and she had plenty of work to keep her occupied. Her pussy had
slowly returned to its normal size and the soreness was gone. She had not
heard from Bill since for which she was very grateful and she tried her best
not to think about what had happened that night.



This proved more difficult, though. At night, especially after another one
of Craig's pathetic attempts at love making, she would find her thoughts
returning to that night and the three amazing orgasms Bill had given her.
The fact that it had all happened in such a cheap way and with someone as
disgusting as Bill only seemed to make it more erotic for her. Whilst Craig
slept beside her she would inevitably find her hand, almost of its own
volition, reaching down between her legs to rub her clitoris whilst she
fantasised about Bill taking her in a degrading way. In her fantasies she
would always protest and resist but Bill would ignore her. He would fuck her
brutally, make her cum repeatedly and then fill her with his gooey cum.



After she brought herself to orgasm with the fantasy she would always feel
terribly guilty. But she found herself returning to it more and more often
as the only way to relieve her growing sexual appetite.



It was three weeks into January and Emily had a break of two hours between
college classes and was relaxing with a couple of friends in the cafeteria
when she felt her mobile phone vibrate softly in her jeans pocket. Not
recognizing the number she answered politely to be greeted with Bill's deep
voice.



"Hello, Emily. It's Uncle Bill. How are you?"



"I'm fine thank you." She replied hesitantly. Her friends looked on with
mild curiosity. Emily's heart was pounding - what does he want?



"I was wondering if we could meet up tonight. Are you free?" Bill asked.



"Well, I have lots of homework." She said. Emily looked at her friends. She
did not want them to ask any awkward questions and she definitely did not
want Craig to find out anything.

"Well it won't take long." Said Bill, "I do think we should talk things
over, don't you?"



"Can't we just forget about it?" Emily said in a hushed voice.



"Well, I've tried but I just can't get it out of my head. I don't like it
one bit, I would much prefer to have it all out in the open. I think that
would be better for everyone - including Craig."



"No!" Said Emily sharply, drawing attention from her friends, then, more
quietly, "Please don't involve anyone else."



"I thought you might want that. Come on, Emily, let's get this sorted out."



"Okay," Said Emily in defeat. "When and where."



"Tonight, 6pm at my house." Bill said and gave her his address.



Emily returned her phone to her pocket and tried her best to carry on
talking to her friends but her mind was a mess of emotions. She made her
excuses and walked slowly towards the library. What did Bill want with her?
Did he really want to talk things through or did he want a repeat of New
Year's Eve! The thought filled her with dread. In the library she tried to
do some reading but when the time came for her next class she was still on
the same page. She put the book back in her bag and stood up. To her
amazement she felt moist between her legs. Her pussy was wet but why? She
shook her head in disgust and hurried to her class.





She pulled up outside of Bill's house just before six. It was a large house
in a wealthy neighbourhood and looked perfectly respectable. Emily took a
deep breath, got out of the car and walked up the gravel path toward the
house.



Bill had been waiting for Emily to arrive and watched out of an upstairs
window as she approached his house. Ever since he had fucked her on New Year
's Eve he had known that he would do anything to have her again. He had
spent long hours thinking of a way of achieving his desire and now things
were starting to happen.



Inside the house he had set up numerous video cameras in hidden locations.
If anything did happen tonight, and he was going to do his utmost to ensure
it would, then it would be caught on video to be used as a bargaining tool
in the future.



He watched Emily hesitate outside the front door. She was wearing blue jeans
and a loose jumper. Bill smiled, she was going out of her way to appear
unattractive, but Bill still thought she looked amazing. He knew that she
would not appeal to some men, she was not buxom or curvy and she did not
have large curly blonde hair. Instead she was teenage thin, tall and
willowy, her breasts were the ideal size (34B) and she had long, straight,
dark hair, which hung down her back.



Emily rang the bell and Bill was quick to answer. Seeing her close up again
made Bill's pulse race. Her lustrous hair framed her perfect face with its
innocent and scared expression. It was all Bill could do to not grabbed her
there and then and start ripping her clothes off.



"Come in.," he said, "Thanks very much for coming."



Bill ushered her into the lounge. Emily reluctantly entered the room and
took the only single seat available. On the table was an open bottle of
chilled white wine and two glasses. Emily began to regret her decision to
come. She looked up at Bill and shuddered inwardly. Now that she saw him
with sober eyes she realised that he was really very unattractive. His face
showed all the wrinkles and blemishes of a sixty four year old, his beer gut
hung well over his trousers and he used what was left of his greasy grey
hair to comb over his baldhead.



Bill took all this in but did not care a bit. He knew he was no looker but
that would make it all the more satisfying when he made Emily beg him to
fuck her. He pored out the wine and handed Emily a glass. She looked at it
with undisguised suspicion but eventually took it and began to sip it. Bill
knew his wine and Emily found it to be very nice. Relaxing a bit she sat
back in the chair.



"Bill," she said, "About New Year's Eve, I was very drunk. I didn't know
what I was doing, you must understand that."



"Oh, I know you were drunk Emily, so was I." said Bill, "That doesn't mean I
didn't enjoy myself a great deal."



"I..I did too, Bill", Emily said reluctantly. Bill smiled a smug smile. "But
it was a stupid thing for me to do. I love Craig and I feel terrible that I
betrayed his trust."



"I am sure you do love him, Emily, which makes me wonder why it did happen."
Bill sat forward and topped up Emily's glass. "I know I am not every
teenaged girls ideal bed partner so it seems strange that you should get
such a kick by letting me fuck you."



Emily crossed her legs. She had felt her pussy respond the instant Bill had
said the word fuck. What was happening to her? Her mind was repulsed but her
body was getting turned on. She wanted more than anything to get this whole
thing over with so she could leave.



"As I said, I was drunk." Emily replied.



"Yes, but I believe there's more to it. I think you are one of those women
who can't find a sexual release in a normal relationship." Said Bill. Emily
shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. "You want to be dominated, told what
to do. You want someone like me to force you to do all the perverted things
you fantasise about so that you don't have to take responsibility for your
actions."



"That's completely not true." Emily replied angrily. "I love Craig and that'
s enough for me."



"Rubbish. I bet you've been reliving New Year's Eve again and again. Its
pathetic that you can't just admit the truth."



"What truth?" Asked Emily.



"That you're a little slut that wants to be fucked hard and often." Bill
replied.



Emily was shocked and turned on by his words. He had hit the nail on the
head and she did not know how to respond, so she sat there, saying nothing.



"If you don't want to admit that then find." Bill said finally. "But before
you go I want something to remember you by."



"What?" Emily said with trepidation.



"A blow-job."



Emily got up to leave but before she had even left the room Bill said, "You
don't want Craig to find out do you?"



Emily turned, tears in her eyes, "You wouldn't."



"I'm doing it for your own good, Emily. The sooner you admit your true self
the better off you'll be."



Emily could see in his eyes he meant it. She bowed her head in submission
and moved back into the room. Bill could not believe his luck; it had been
far easier than he thought. Bill sat back in his chair, spread his legs and
motioned for Emily to knee between them. She slowly complied. Bill had
calculated things well and Emily would be well captured by the video
cameras.



Emily knelt between Bill's outstretched legs and looked down at his flies.
She had never given Craig a blowjob and did not really know what to do. She
knew she had to take Bill's penis into her mouth but what happened next she
was unsure of. Gingerly, she reached forward. Beneath his trousers his cock
was already partially hard and an electric thrill rushed through Emily when
her hand brushed up against it.



Emily grasped Bill's zipper and pulled it down then she reached inside his
trousers, past his pants and grasped his cock. All the time she was doing
this Emily was unable to think straight. What was she doing? Was she really
going to suck off this old man? When her hand touched his cock, though, all
rational thoughts abandoned her. His penis was very thick and hot against
the coolness of her hand. Gently she pulled it out and stared at it. It was
much bigger than Craig's, twice as long and probably three times as wide. No
wonder she had been in so much pain after he had fucked her. If she did not
know better she would have sworn nothing that big would have fitted inside
her. Bill's cock was an angry mess of bulging veins surmounted by purple
bulbous helmet.



Bill gasped when he felt Emily wrap her cool, soft hand around his cock. He
had never felt so turned on and his penis became fully erect instantly.
Emily stared at his cock and he almost came when he saw the look of wonder
and lust pass across her young face. Slowly she moved her head down and
opened her mouth.



Emily felt her lips touch his cock head and slowly expand around it. It
seemed to be growing all the time and despite relaxing her mouth as much as
possible she just could not get the head passed her lips. Her tongue played
across Bill's helmet and explored his foreskin. Emily was lost in a world of
lust and hardly heard it when Bill spoke.



"Emily, if you can't get it in your mouth I'll have to stick it in another
hole."



"No, I can't do that again. It's wrong." Emily replied.



"A blow-job is wrong and you were willing to do that." Emily had no answer
to that and Bill reached down and pulled her to her feet. Standing in front
of him she docilely let him remove her jumper and t-shirt and pull down her
jeans. Just dressed in her white cotton bra and knickers Bill took a second
to drink in every detail of Emily's figure. Perfect, he thought, there is no
other way to adequately describe her.



He could not wait long, though, and turned her around to undo the clasp of
her bra. Spinning her back round revealed her tits to him for the first
time. They were exquisite, small but perfectly shaped and firm as only a
teenager's breasts could be. He took hold of one and squeezed eliciting a
soft moan from Emily. He bent down and gently sucked her nipple. Emily
looked down at the top of Bill's baldhead as he noisily sucked on her
nipple. She could have cum right there and then she was so turned on.



Moving his hand down over her flat stomach he slipped it inside her
knickers. Emily submissively spread her legs to allow his hand easy access
to her cunt. His fingers quickly found her sopping pussy hole and two of his
fingers pushed their way inside her. Emily gasped out in pleasure as her
first orgasm coursed through her. She was so turned on that just Bill's
fingers inside her were enough to push her over the edge.



Bill smiled as Emily came and he watched her face closely as she gave
herself to the intense pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and
brought them up to her face. Her eyes were still closed when he rubbed her
own juices over her lips. She tried to pull back but Bill held her tightly
and pushed his slippery fingers into her mouth. Slowly she began to suck on
them, until at last she was hungrily swallowing her own love juices.



Emily was lost on waves of erotic pleasure. Standing naked in front of this
disgusting, fat, old man and being forced to lick her own pussy juice from
his fingers was the most degrading thing she had ever done and it had made
her hornier than she had ever been. At that moment she would have done
anything he had asked.



She felt hands pulling her downwards and onto the rug before the fireplace.
Bill took care to position Emily correctly so that his cameras would have
the best shots. He even went so far as to turn on a few more lights to
ensure everything was captured. Emily lay on her back on the rug completely
naked. Bill stood above her awed by her beauty and desperate to relieve his
lust. His cock jutted out from beneath his fat belly, an angry rod ready to
punish the young girl's tight little cunt.



Bill knelt down on the rug and took hold of Emily's ankles and spread them
far apart. Her cunt was now on full view to him and he could clearly see her
lips slowly part to reveal her gloriously tight hole. Her pussy glistened
with her juices. Bill moved forward, took hold of his cock and began rubbing
it up and down her slit, getting his cock head covered with her juices.
Emily moaned in passion as she felt his rock hard cock up against her pussy
at last. She moved her legs further apart and pushed herself closer to him,
eager to get his cock inside her.



"What do you want me to do, Emily?" Bill asked. Emily only moaned and
wiggled her hips around. Bill repeated the question, he was desperate to
fuck this little slut but this was an important part of his plan.



"Fuck me." She finally said.



"What was that? I can't hear you." He teased.



Emily opened her eyes and looked straight at him and said, "Fuck me, Bill.
Fuck me and fill me up with your cum."



Satisfied that it had all been caught on camera Bill needed no further
encouragement and proceeded to mount her. Emily was aware of his weight
coming down on her at the same time she felt his enormous cock penetrate her
cunt and force its way inside her. Just as before his thrusting was both
pleasurable and very painful. Emily screwed her eyes shut against the pain
as his cock inched its way up her. She could feel every bump and vein in his
cock as her cuntal lips grasped his shaft with a vice-like grip.



Bill was in heaven. It was even better than he remembered it. Her cunt was
so tight he thought he might cum before he could get it all the way in but
he forced himself to relax and gently but firmly used his weight to lodge
his massive cock up the teenager's pussy.



At last she felt his balls touch her arse and she knew he had his entire
cock inside her. Remembering the size of it in her hands earlier on Emily
was amazed and also a little proud that she had managed to accommodate it
all. Above her she could see Bill's face, sagging with old age but with an
expression of lust and something else. When Bill looked down at her she
realised what it was, triumph. Bill was revelling in his conquest of her.
She had surrendered herself to him and he was taking his reward. What a
whore I am she thought, but that only made her hornier. I am a whore she
thought, I get off on being fucked like this, I need to be humiliated and
degraded.



She lifted her legs up and back so her knees were by her shoulders just as
Bill pulled back and thrust into her again. Emily screamed out as she felt
his cock go even deeper. Her second orgasm took her over then and she moaned
and moaned whilst Bill continued to thrust his cock in and out of her slowly
relaxing cunt.



As Emily recovered from her orgasm Bill pulled his cock out and knelt up.



"Turn over." He said and reached down to help her. Emily, still in the
throes of passion meekly complied. Lying on her stomach she felt Bill's
hands grasp her hips and pull her up to her knees, her top half still flat
on the floor. Bill admired Emily again, in this position it looked like she
was offering herself to him. Face buried in the rug and arse up in the air,
legs spread and cunt on full display.



Bill checked the position of the cameras and moved Emily a bit to the right
to ensure everything was being captured.



"Tell me what you want, Emily." He said.



Turning her head around to look at him as he waited, poised behind her arse,
she said, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you in my cunt. I want to
be fucked like a dog"



Pleased by her increasingly slutty behaviour Bill eased himself back inside
her and, taking hold of her hips, proceed to fuck her hard and fast. With
her face buried in the rug it was difficult to tell how many orgasms she had
but Bill was sure she had at least another three before he could hold out no
longer. Taking a firm hold on her hips he plunged his cock into her ravaged
pussy as far as it would go and came. Inside Emily's stretched pussy she
felt his cock explode its gooey white seed. It filled her up and leaked out
around Bill's cock despite the tight fit. He held her tightly for a while,
his cock buried to its limit as he deposited his load deep within her.



Satiated at last he pulled his cock out of her stretched and sore pussy. As
soon as it was removed his cum began running from her to drip onto the rug.
Emily, shattered from the fucking, collapsed onto the rug and immediately
fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. Not wanting to waist the opportunity Bill
went and got one of the video cameras and took some closed ups of Emily's
battered, cum leaking cunt. Just to be sure he filmed her sleeping face as
well.



Very pleased with his night's exploits Bill took a quick shower, changed and
went back downstairs to finish off the wine. He was on his second glass when
Emily finally began to stir.



She looked up at him, sitting on the sofa, sipping his wine and smiling
smugly and realised that she had let her desires get the better of her
again. And this time she had no excuses.



Grabbing her clothes she dressed quickly. Walking towards the front door
when she was finished she turned back to Bill and said, "That's it Bill. A
deal is a deal."



"We'll see." Was all Bill said.



Emily left and drove home quickly. Thankfully she was not seeing Craig that
night and spent a whole hour in the shower trying to get the last traces of
Bill's cum out of her. Her ravaged pussy lips were red with soreness and
they gaped where Bill's cock had stretched it wide open. Emily despaired of
it ever going back to normal but she had no time to wonder. Jumping into her
car she drove to the only chemist she knew would be open.



Inside the same old lady was serving. With embarrassment and shame written
all over her face Emily quietly asked for the morning-after pill again. This
time the old lady really gave her a hard time, even going so far as to say
that promiscuity was evil and that some young women today were nothing more
that sluts and whores. Emily finally got the pill but not before promising
to go on the pill.



As soon as Emily had left Bill got out all the tapes to review the footage.
He was delighted to find that his fucking of Emily had been caught with all
its glory. He particularly liked the shot of Emily from behind; she was bent
over waiting to be fucked doggie style. The video showed Emily's face
clearly as she looked behind her to Bill and begged to be fucked. Bill
watched all the videos again whilst masturbating. He had big plans for
Emily, very big indeed. After he was finished he took all the tapes upstairs
to his PC ready to begin the process of editing the whole thing together.



Emily spent the night staring at her bedroom ceiling. Her parents had been
concerned but she had kept everything to herself. She was so angry with
herself for her lapse in self-control. She could not understand how her
shameful passions could so overwhelm her. She resolved that it would not
happen again but deep inside she knew she had opened her own personal
Pandora's box and she could never truly close it.

In the morning Emily felt much better. Her pussy was sore but nowhere near
as sore as it had been the first time Bill had fucked her. As she lay in
bed, still drowsy, she replayed the previous night's encounter. It was
difficult to believe she had behaved in such a slutty way. But even as she
ran it all through in her mind she felt herself getting wet again. Her hand
slithered down between her legs and began to gently caress her quim. The
soreness forgotten she brought herself off with images of Bill's huge cock
and how it had felt as it invaded her tight pussy.



Satisfied, at least temporarily, Emily got up, showered and went to college.
During the day she tried hard to concentrate but her thoughts kept returning
to the previous night. Would Bill want to do it again? Would she go through
with it if he did? Her mind was in turmoil and at the end of the day she was
glad to return to the sanctuary of her home.



Coming through the door she noticed a package had been left for her. Looking
it over she saw it had no stamp and so must have been delivered personally.
Calling out to her parents and sister she received no reply; she was on her
own. Opening the package she saw it was a video tape with a label on it
saying "Watch Me". Putting it into the machine she sat back and turned on
the TV. After a moment of static a picture appeared of her in Bill's lounge.
She was standing up and approaching Bill as he sat in a chair. Emily gasped.
Bill has been taping the entire thing.



Emily became more horrified as she saw herself kneel down, pull out Bill's
cock and then struggle to fit it into her mouth. Then she saw herself stand
up and allow him to undress her. She gave a muffled scream as she saw
herself lay down on his rug and then spread her legs wide. The camera
changed angles and she could clearly see her face, filled with lust. Again
the angle changed and she saw in gruesome detail her pussy, glistening with
her lubricant, as Bill introduced his penis.



Despite the shock Emily slowly became aware of a warmth growing between her
legs and without acknowledging it to herself her hand slowly moved to undo
her jeans and then slip inside her knickers. On the screen Bill's cock was
now pistoning in and out of her pussy, stretching her lips tight around his
shaft. The camera showed Bill's hairy arse moving up and down, forcing his
cock into her whilst her legs were spread wide. The camera changed to show
her face, eyes closed and lost in passion.



Watching intently Emily began to feel her orgasm approach. On the screen
Bill had stopped fucking her and was turning her over. Her face now turned
towards the camera she heard herself say, "I want you to fuck me like a
dog." Bill immediately obliged and she saw herself, arse in the air and
face buried in the rug, as Bill remounted her and fucked her for all he was
worth. Her orgasm hit at the same moment the screen showed her naked, sweaty
body shudder with its own obvious climax. She sat back in her chair and
watched as Bill withdrew from her pussy and she collapsed onto the rug. A
close up of her battered, red cunt showed his sticky white semen dribbling
out. The video ended.



Slowly coming back to her senses Emily was at a loss. What should she do?
Why had Bill made the tape and then sent it to her? His only motivation must
be blackmail. She rewound the tape and took it her bedroom. After hiding it
securely she lay on the bed. Could she face it if her friends and family
were to see the tape? Would she fuck Bill again to keep it secret? The
answer was obvious, she would do anything he wanted.



After a fitful night's sleep Emily made her way into college and began her
lessons. Just before lunch time she received a text message on her phone.
She was not entirely surprised to see it was from Bill. It said, "Meet me by
the college gates at 12pm". What option did she have but to do as he asked?



At 12pm she stood by the gates shivering slightly in the cold. Bill's car
came slowly around the corner and stopped in front of her. She climbed in
quickly, afraid that any of her friends might see. Bill pulled away.



Emily said nothing as Bill drove a short distance away from the college and
onto a small industrial estate. It was only partially occupied and he drove
to the far end and behind a disused warehouse. When they reached a secluded
spot he stopped the car and turned off the engine.



"So, what did you think of our little film?" He asked.



"Why did you video it? What do you want?" She replied.



"Oh, come on, Emily. I videoed it because I wanted something to remember it
by. It's not often I get to fuck a gorgeous seventeen year old like you."
Emily grimaced at his lewd words. "Besides, I think it might now allow me to
go on fucking you." He smiled his arrogant smile. "What do you think my
chances are?"



Emily said nothing and looked out of the window.



"Emily," he said more forcefully, "What are the chances of me being able to
fuck you whenever I want to from now on?"



Emily remained quiet. Tears appeared in her eyes but she blinked them back.



"Not good?" he asked, "Oh well. I'll just have to make a few more copies of
the video for distribution. Should prove very popular."



"No." Emily said, shocked. "Please don't."



"Well then. Are you going to let me fuck you whenever I want to from now
on?"



"Yes." She whispered.



"There's a good girl." He replied. "Now then, let's get started. Get in the
back and take your jeans and knickers off."



Emily was shocked for a second. She had not expected him to want to do it
now. It was broad daylight and they were in a public place.



"Don't worry. No one comes round here, we won't be disturbed." He reassured
her. "Come on, we don't have all day."

Reluctantly she got into the back of the car and Bill joined her. Without
hesitating he pulled out his penis and began to stroke it up and down. The
sight of his cock, large even when flaccid, set off a chain reaction within
Emily. Heat blossomed between her legs and her mind seemed to fog over. Bill
's cock had a smooth, purple head which was being alternately covered and
uncovered by his foreskin. His shaft was long and covered in bulging veins.
In seconds it seemed to grow an inch and then another.



Bill nudged her out of her reverie. "Come on." He said.



She took off her shoes and then undid her jeans and slowly pushed them down
over her shapely legs. Bill's cock continued to grow. Her white cotton
knickers came next. Over her hips and down her legs until finally they were
off. Her pussy was on display for him again. Emily looked at Bill's cock,
fully erect it was a monster. Her pussy gave a spasm and she could feel
herself getting wet.



Once again this fat, old man was going to force his giant cock into her
teenage twat and fuck her senseless. Being in the back of a car in this
public place only added to the shame and degradation. Her pussy was now
leaking juice onto the car seat she was so hot.



Bill reached down and took hold of her ankles. Pulling up he forced her onto
her back and spread her legs wide. One foot rested on the parcel shelf and
one down in the footwell. Bill knelt between her legs and looked down at the
pussy he was about to claim. Slowly he lowered himself onto her, guiding his
cock with one hand as he went. Emily closed her eyes to avoid looking at
Bill's sagging but triumphant face, now only inches from her own.



She felt his hot cock head touch her outer lips and then push forward. They
parted easily, allowing his cock head to lodge inside her. She gave a sharp
gasp as he entered her, the soreness from his previous fucking had still not
fully healed. Bill paid her no attention. He knew his cockhead was inside
her and he was in no mood to take his time. Pushing forward he allowed is
considerable body weight force his entire length inside the teenager in one
go. Emily let out a scream as she felt his cock invade her. Inch after inch
disappearing up her sore pussy.



Above her Bill smiled as he felt his cock slide inside her tight cunt. Even
now, after fucking her twice, he was still surprised at how tight she was.
He briefly pondered how long it would take before that comforting tightness
was gone or whether her young pussy could maintain it. If he kept fucking
her eventually she would loosen up, but that was not going to stop him
enjoying every moment. Besides, he thought, there were other things he could
do with Emily than just fuck her pussy.



Snapping back to the present Bill savoured the feeling of his cock wrapped
in her warm, young flesh for a few more seconds before pulling a few inches
out of her and then thrusting it back in. Beneath him Emily moaned in lust
as she felt his cock slide back inside her. Her pussy had adjusted quickly
to the giant invader and she was again lost in the degrading situation.
Looking up she saw Bill's old face as his bulk moved back and forth. His
skin sagged and moved back and forth in time with his thrusts. Further down
she could see her legs, spread apart to allow his fat body access to her,
between them she could feel his cock, hard as a rock, thick and hot and
penetrating her young cunt. After each thrust she could feel his pubic hair
mingle with her own and his bollocks slap up against her arse.



Almost immediately Emily felt herself cumming. A few more thrusts of Bill's
massive cock and she was pushed over the edge. Pleasure radiated out from
her pussy making her toes curl and forcing a moan out of her mouth. Bill's
fast pace had the same effect on him and, gripping her slim shoulders
tightly, he thrust hard, buried every last inch of cock meat inside her and
came. Jets of red hot cum shot from his cock to coat her insides.



Emily felt Bill cum inside her and imagined with wicked pleasure the white,
sticky liquid now filling her. It gave her a thrill to think he had bathed
her most personal of places with his disgusting semen.



Bill pulled himself off Emily and his cock slithered out of her stretched
and sticky hole. Emily felt the cool air touch her pussy and realised that
she must be gaping open. Bill's sticky mess began to dribble out of her,
evidence of his triumph. Like marking his territory she thought.



Bill pushed his deflating cock back inside his trousers and Emily hastened
to put on her knickers. Pulling them up over her wet and sticky pussy her
gusset was soon soaked through with the old man's cum. Emily felt used and
soiled. No sooner had she got back in the front seat Bill started the car
and began driving her back to the college.



Emily just had time to check her face and pull her long dark hair into some
sort of order before they arrived at the gate. She went to open the door but
before she could leave Bill lent over, "I really enjoyed that." He said,
"See you again soon." He winked.



Emily shuddered and jumped out of the car. To her great relief Bill drove
off almost immediately. Looking down at her watch she released she was
almost late for her next lesson. Breaking into a run she arrived just in
time for the three hour lecture. Throughout that afternoon Emily did her
best to concentrate on the lesson but it was difficult when she was wearing
a pair of sopping knickers made wet by cum oozing out of her pussy.



When at last the lecture was over she raced back home and went straight
upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom. Peeling her knickers off she
discovered her pussy was a cum covered mess, her labia were red and swollen
and her pubic hair was matted with large lumps of Bill's semen. Unable to
resist she smeared her fingers around her slimy twat and masturbated herself
to another mind shattering organism.



What am I becoming thought Emily.

Chp5

Over the next two months Bill fucked Emily almost every other day. Each
encounter would be the same, a text message would herald his arrival, he
would pick her up, take her to the disused factory, fuck her in the back of
his car and then drop her back to college.



Despite herself Emily had at least one amazing orgasm during each encounter
and she found herself looking forward to each session more and more. Now she
began to get excited as soon as she received his text. By the time it came
to actually fucking him she was already wet and slippery.



Going back to her lectures with a wet gusset, Bill's cum still leaking out
of her, became a wicked little secret. It gave her an electrifying thrill to
know that whilst she was talking to her friends, or listening to the
teacher, her pussy was full of an old man's semen.



Ominously, Bill's cock no longer hurt when he penetrated her. Craig's on the
other hand hardly touched the sides anymore and whilst she was by no means
loose she could certainly consider her pussy to be 'experienced'. Craig did
not seem to mind though. A few seconds of boyish thrusting was all he needed
to cum. Emily would lie there and make a few encouraging noises but she
never came. She loved him more than ever but it was always Bill she thought
of when masturbating.



Strangely she had not told Craig about her going on the pill and so they
still used a condom when they made love. She kept meaning to tell him but
could never bring herself to do it, for some reason she wanted Bill's cum to
be the only semen she accepted inside her.



It was now June and the temperature was rising. Emily stood by the college
gates dressed in a short cotton skirt and tee-shirt. She looked around
nervously to make sure none of her friends were around. Finally, Bill's car
pulled around the corner and slowly came to a stop in front of her. Emily
jumped in.



Bill looked over at her and whistled appreciatively. Emily looked away
embarrassed but she was secretly pleased. Between her legs she could feel
the heat and wetness already starting to build and she could hardly wait to
feel Bill's hard cock inside her again.



As soon as they reached the disused warehouse Emily jumped into the back
seat of the car.



"Eager today aren't we?" Bill observed.



"Just get that big cock out of your trousers old man." Can Emily's reply.



Bill smiled. He was very pleased Emily had at last accepted her sexual
identify and was taking the lead in getting what she wanted. Luckily for
him, he thought, what she wants is my cock.



Bill pulled his stiffening penis out of his trousers. Before him Emily had
already removed her knickers and had pulled up her skirt to around her thin
waist. Bill took a moment to enjoy the site of this seventeen year old
beauty. Emily lay on the back seat, legs spread wide as she gently rubbed
her glistening wet pussy. She looked up at Bill.



"Fuck me, Bill." She groaned. "I want to feel your cum inside me."



Bill was happy to oblige. Lowering himself down between her legs he pushed
his cock into her pussy. With only the slightest of resistance of her pussy
stretched open to accept his mammoth cock. A lusty smile stole over Emily's
face as she felt Bill's old cock move smoothly inside her. Inch after rigid
inch disappeared inside her slim teenage body until at last she felt Bill's
hairy testicles come to rest against her smooth buttocks.



As always, Bill was in heaven. Emily's pussy, whilst not as tight as it had
been, still grasped his shaft firmly. Her soft, warm, wet cunt seemed to
suck his cock in, inviting him to thrust hard and deep.



Bill fucked Emily to three mind-shattering orgasms before he could take no
more and emptied his sticky load up inside her. Beneath him Emily let out a
satisfied groan.



Finally opening her eyes, Emily screamed. Over Bill's shoulder she could see
two policemen looking at them through the window of the car. Bill looked
behind him to see the two unfriendly faces. Oh God he thought, now the game'
s up.



The older of the two policemen tapped on the window and indicated they
should get out of the car.



Bill pulled his now flaccid cock out of Emily and, pulling his trousers up,
got out of the car. Emily desperately tried to cover her nakedness but she
could do nothing to prevent the two policemen from seeing everything. Both
stood by the window avidly watching the girl pull her legs together and her
skirt down.



Finally, both Bill and Emily stood in front of the two policemen. One was
about fifty and what little hair he had left was grey. His stomach stuck out
as if he were pregnant and he had an evil glint his eye. The other policeman
was about forty. He was in better shape but was still fat. They both looked
Emily up and down and she knew that she had been branded a slut.



"What's going on here then?" Asked the older policeman.



"Officer, I can explain everything." Said Bill.



"Really?" The policeman cut him off. "This should prove interesting." The
other policeman laughed.



"My young friend and I were just enjoying a little harmless love making."
Bill explained, "We are both adults after all."



The older policeman raised his eyebrow. "Oh yeah? You look no older than
sixteen girl."



"I'm seventeen." Emily replied quietly.



The policemen laughed again. "Well, it may be legal but that's hardly adult,
is it?"



"Can we go now." asked Bill, obviously getting annoyed.



"No, I'm afraid there's the little matter of indecency in a public place to
be dealt with."



"We're going to have to take you both down to the Nick and book you." Said
the slightly younger policeman. "We also have to check with your parents to
make sure you are over sixteen."



"No." Emily cried. " My parents can't find out."



"Well, then. That is a problem." The older one said. "But rules are rules
and we can't break them." He looked over at Bill before saying, "Unless you
can think of another way round it." He winked.



Bill caught on quickly. "How about if Emily proves that she is older than
sixteen?"



"ID can be so easily faked these days." The younger one said almost
apologetically.



"How about if she does it in another way?" Bill asked.



"And how can she do that?" The older one replied.



"Well," said Bill "Emily fucks like a woman and that can't be faked"



"No!" Emily cried out.



"Hush now girl." Said the older one. "I think your old friend here has the
only solution. It's that or your parents find out exactly what you've been
doing."



Emily looked down at her feet. How could things have got so bad so quickly.
One minute she was enjoying warm, post-coital feelings and now she was being
forced into sex with a stranger.



"Well?" The older policeman asked her, "What do you say?"



Emily nodded, unable to speak. The two policemen looked at each other and
smiled.



"Trev, perhaps you could take this gentleman over there a little way and get
a few details." The older one said.



The younger one smiled and nodded. He led Bill about ten feet away from the
car. The older man approached Emily, took hold of her shoulders and pushed
her towards the car. Once there he turned her around and pushed on her back
until she reluctantly bent over the bonnet of the car.



Emily felt the policeman's hands lift the hem of her skirt over her bottom
and onto her back. She had not had time to put her knickers back on and the
air felt cool on her now exposed arse. The policeman's hand touched her
pussy and she jumped. The man laughed at her discomfort. A finger entered
her cunt and Emily screwed her eyes shut in humiliation. Bent over the car
she was on display for the policeman, this total stranger.



Behind them Bill and the other policeman watched as the older man pushed
another finger up her pussy. Still covered in Bill's cum her pussy gave the
man's digits no resistance at all.



"Well, sloppy seconds was never my thing but beggars can't be choosers." He
said. "A cunt is a cunt."



Emily buried her face in her arms as she heard herself being described like
that. The policeman had reduced her to nothing more than an object, she was
just a hole to be fucked. Behind her the policeman unzipped his flies and
pulled out his cock. Not as large as Bill's it was still a substantial
penis.



He pushed it towards Emily's exposed cunt. She felt his cock head against
her pussy and despite willing it not to happen it entered her easily.
Lubricated by Bill's copious semen the policeman's cock slide smoothly
inside her.



The policeman looked over his shoulder at Bill. "Bit loose, isn't she?" he
said. "You must have been giving her one for quite a while." He leaned over
Emily so his mouth was close to her ear, "Girl, you've got a cunt like a pro
's." He laughed as he began to thrust inside her.



Emily felt so degraded but she knew his words were true and deep down inside
herself she was enjoying it. Somehow her humiliation was making her horny
again. She was giving herself to him, to use her as he wanted, to fill her
with cum and then forget about her. She was selling her body so he would
keep her filthy, secret.



The man took hold of her hips and thrust quickly into her. His cock rammed
up her well used fuck hole, pushing her forward. Emily now resigned herself
to the degrading situation and released her lust. Her pussy leaked its
juices, lubricating her hole even more. The man's cock relentlessly punched
into her. Suddenly, she was cumming. She did her best to muffle her moans
but it was obvious to all three men what was happening.



"What a slut." She heard the younger policeman say.



Behind her the old policeman let out a groan and came inside her. Flooding
her already cum soaked pussy walls with another load of sticky, white goo.



The man pulled his cock out of her and she felt his cum spill out of her to
dribble down her thighs. From behind she looked a sight. Bent over the car,
legs spread and skirt hoisted up, cum running down her legs.



Emily began to stand up but before she could another hand was pressing down
on the middle of her back. With a groan she realised that the other
policeman was going to have her as well. Too weak to protest she slumped
back down across the bonnet.



The second policeman's cock was soon sawing away inside her. Sloshing around
her well used pussy and lubricated by two loads of cum. Emily could now
barely hold a thought in her head. Every time she thought of her degrading,
humiliating situation she found herself getting hornier. The man's thrusting
quickened and she had another toe-curling organism.



The policeman fucking Emily saw her small body shake with orgasm and
laughed. He really got off on degrading women and this was brilliant, but to
make it perfect he had to really dominate her. He had to make her realise
that her body only was there to please him. Taking one finger he pushed it
against her small sphincter.



Emily, jerked as she felt the man's finger probing her anus. Not there she
thought, anywhere but there. She wriggled to get away from the man's finger
but there was no escaping it. Lubricated by the cum smeared all over her
bottom his finger finally penetrated he tight little anus.



Emily groaned as she realised that he had gained access to her last private
place. Her body had been violated in every possible way. She was just a
whore, she realised, to be used as they saw fit.



Emily did not every try to resist as the policeman forced another finger
into her bottom. Smiling triumphantly to himself he continued to fuck her as
he felt his own penis through the thin wall of her rectum. Finally, it was
too much for him and he shot his load deep inside Emily's cunt.



Emily felt the man cum. The third load of semen deposited inside her in the
space of thirty minutes. The man pulled both his cock and his fingers out of
Emily's holes. He paused only to wipe his cock clean with her skirt before
walking back to the police car.



The older policeman slapped Bill on the back, "Thanks very much for the use
of your slut." And then he too got into the police car and they drove off.



Bill, stood staring at Emily, still bent over his car. He legs were streaked
in cum and her pussy was red with soreness. It gapped open allowing him to
look into her dark hole.



Bill was shocked. But not by the policemen's crude behaviour but by how
horny he was. Watching Emily getting her brains fucked out by two complete
strangers had turned him on more than he could ever remember.



Emily began to struggle up right. Bill moved over to assist her. Placing her
gently in his car he drove her back to his house. Later, whilst Emily
showered and he washed her cum soaked clothes a plan began to form...

Chp6

The bell rung and almost immediately girls started streaming out of the
doors of the school. In groups of two and three the schoolgirls soon passed
where Emily was hiding. Taking a deep breath Emily stepped out of the bushes
and into the flow of passing girls and walked through the school gates. In
the distance Emily could see Bill's car, parked on the other side of the
road. Through a slightly open window she could see the light reflect off the
lens of his video camera as it tracked her walking amongst the other girls.

Bill took a deep breath as Emily came into focus. The sight of her dressed
in her old uniform was a sight to behold. Knee length dark socks, a short
pleated skirt, white blouse, tie and blazer meant she mingled with the other
girls perfectly. Some things did set her apart, however, her long straight
dark hair, her flawless skin, her beautiful face and her amazing teenage
body. Bill chuckled as Emily drew closer. Her developing breasts were
starting to press against her old school blouse - the one thing which did
not still fit her.

None of the other girls seemed to notice Emily as she hefted her satchel
over her shoulder and turned left out of the gate. Bill's car moved off and
followed her as she navigated her way through the side streets so familiar
to her. She had initially refused to go through with this but Bill had a way
of convincing her, the video of them having sex was also pretty persuasive.
Luckily her old school uniform still fit her and none of the other girls had
noticed anything out of place when she started to walk out of the school.

Bill's car pulled up next to her and she was only too relieved to jump in.
He had finished the initial shots of his homemade video, the ones that would
establish her as a genuine schoolgirl. No one would be able to doubt it as
she walked out of the school, dressed in uniform, with all the other girls.
The lump in Bill's trousers made his arousal obvious. Despite her reticence
Emily could not help but feel a shudder of excitement about what was about
to happen. Ever since the incident with the two policemen Bill had talked
about nothing else than how horny he had been while he watched her being
fucked. She had to admit that although it had been scary it had also been an
amazingly erotic experience.

They reached Bill's house in a few minutes and she jumped out as arranged.
Bill parked the car and then filmed her again as she walked down the garden
path and in through the front door. He quickly followed her in and pushed
her towards the kitchen.

Sitting at the large central table were two men Emily had not met before.
Bill introduced each in turn. First was Tyrone, a forty something black guy
with typical old bloke baldness. His double chin was a product of over
eating, just like his large beer gut. The other guy was called Charlie, also
black but a bit younger, maybe thirty five, however, he was even fatter,
even his hands seemed chubby. Both were wearing blue overhauls and there was
a box of tools on the floor. Tyrone and Charlie looked Emily up and down
with looks of astonishment. Bill had not been lying when he said she was a
little goddess.

Emily looked at Bill for some sort of reassurance, this was not what she had
thought would happen.

"Okay lads." Said Bill, "Lets go."

Bill led Emily back out, "Go in there and pretend you're just back from
school, they'll do the rest."

"Bill, I'm not so sure now. This seems wrong." Emily whispered so Tyrone and
Charlie would not hear.

"There's no backing out now, Emily." Said Bill, "These lads aren't cheap and
now they're expecting a bit of pussy."

Emily shivered at Bill's vulgarity but at the same time his dirty words had
the familiar effect and she felt her pussy tingle.

"And let's not forget the consequences of non-compliance." Bill raised his
eyebrows.

Emily looked down meekly, turned and walked towards the kitchen. By the time
she walked through the door Bill had his camera out again and Tyrone and
Charlie were ready.

"Well hello Sweety." Said Tyrone. "We're here fixing the plumbing. Your
parents said they had to go out."

Emily pulled herself together and got into her character. Bill wanted this
to be as realistic as possible.

"Oh, hello. Yes, my parents go to a church group on Friday nights." She
said.

"Yeah, when do they get back? We need to get paid." Charlie said grumpily.

"Not until late, maybe ten." She responded.

"Hmm, well we'll have to leave you the bill." Said Tyrone, "I ain't hanging
around on a Friday night when I could be drinking."

Emily deliberately left a pause. "I think my Dad has some beer in the
fridge."

"Beer! Haven't you got anything stronger?" Asked Charlie.

"Ummm, I think there's some whiskey in the sideboard."

"That's more like it." Said Tyrone.

Emily got the whiskey and poured two glasses of whiskey for the 'plumbers'.

"Not joining us?" Tyrone asked.

"No." giggled Emily.

"Okay, just thought you were more grown up." Chided Tyrone.

"I am grown up!" Emily responded angrily.

"Then have a drink." Said Charlie, placing his glass in front of her.

Emily looked at them with her big brown eyes. Tyrone and Charlie exchanged
knowing glances and then Emily reached forward, picked up the glass and took
a tentative sip.

After that Emily's glass was never empty as Tyrone and Charlie kept it
topped up with Whiskey. Emily soon began to feel genuinely drunk as the
strong liquor worked its magic. With a wink from Bill Tyrone made his move.

"Tell me Sweet Thing, have you got a boyfriend?"

"No." laughed Emily. "I go to an all girls school."

"Oh yeah." Said Charlie, "Maybe we should show you how it works."

"How what works?"

"Plumbing." They both laughed.

Tyrone moved behind Emily's seat. "What do you mean?" She asked.

Bill smiled as his watched through the viewfinder of his video camera. Emily
was acting her little arse off. Her face showed genuine concern.

Tyrone's hands moved down to cup Emily's breasts. She squealed but he did
not let go.

"Come on now, girl. I thought you were grown up."

Emily looked at them for a while, seemingly abashed by Tyrone's words.

"I am." She said defiantly.

Tyrone smiled and started to massage Emily's breasts through her blazer and
blouse. A quiet moan escaped Emily's lips. Tyrone stood her up and then
removed her blazer. Meanwhile, Charlie was busy freeing up his cock. Gentle
pressure on Emily's shoulders pushed her down onto her knees. In front of
her was the first black penis she had ever seen. Emily was fascinated.
Unlike Bill's cock Charlie's was smooth and black. Almost instinctively
Emily lent forward and took Charlie's cock into her mouth. Bill moved in for
a close up of Emily's perfect teenage face as her lips closed around this
older man's black cock. She slowly lent forward and Charlie's cock slid into
her mouth and over her tongue. She sucked on it and gradually moved
backwards, dragging Charlie's foreskin with her. Then she pushed forward
again and inside her mouth she could feel his helmet becoming exposed.

Charlie groaned with pleasure. Dispute her young age Emily seemed a natural
cock sucker. Her delicate lips clasped his shaft tightly and her tongue
danced over his helmet. Bill closed in to ensure he captured the sight of
Charlie's black cock being sucked by this young, white schoolgirl. Tyrone,
not wanting to be left out, soon had his cock out and was presenting it to
the young girl.

Emily was lost in the throws of passion. Sucking Charlie's cock seemed so
naughty, so forbidden. Bill's penis represented pain, pleasure and revulsion
for her but Charlie's was different. It looked different, felt different and
tasted different. Suddenly, another black cock was in front of her face. She
eagerly took hold of it and began wanking Tyrone's foreskin back and forth
over his large cock head. Then, releasing Charlie's penis she start sucking
Tyrone's member. Soon she was alternately sucking one cock whilst
masturbating the other. Bill made sure he caught it all of video.

Tyrone looked down at Emily's small, white hand wrapped around his old black
cock. He almost came and had to quickly think of something else to prevent
it. Despite the fact he was not directly involved Bill was loving every
second. He was a bit concerned by how turned on he had become simply by
watching other men with Emily but he soon forgot it. Bill got a quick shot
of their faces and was concerned by how aroused they looked. He certainly
did not want them to cum yet so he gave them a quick nod. Charlie pulled his
cock out of Emily's mouth to her disappointment and Tyrone quickly pulled
her to her feet.

Bill continued to film as Tyrone and Charlie quickly took off the rest of
Emily's school uniform. Off came the blouse and pleated skirt to reveal her
plain white knickers and bra. These soon followed leaving only her knee-high
black socks. Emily's small but pert breasts came into view along with her
hairless little pussy. Tyrone and Charlie could not suppress whistles of
appreciation. Even Bill, who had seen Emily naked quite a few times now,
could not help becoming aroused. Emily's skin was flawless, her narrow hips
surmounted long, shapely legs and her pussy was clean shaven; just as Bill
had stipulated.

Tyrone and Charlie wasted no time lifting the naked teenager onto the
kitchen table. Bill ensured he had the shot as Tyrone stood at the end of
the table, took hold of Emily's ankles and slowly pulled her legs apart. He
closed in to show the teenager's young pussy as her outer lips slowly opened
to reveal the delicate pink of her inner lips. Reaching down to the tool kit
Tyrone picked up an adjustable wrench. Charlie laughed as he took hold of
Emily's wrists and pulled them up above her head. Her tits stood even
prouder as her arms were forced up.

Tyrone reversed the wrench and moved it down between Emily's outstretched
legs. He then placed the smooth end of the tool up against her delicate
pussy lips. Weeks of fucking Bill had given Emily's pussy significant
'experience' and she was very wet. Tyrone shoved six inches of the cold
steel handle of the wrench inside the girl with easy. Her pussy offered no
resistance.

Emily shuddered as the cool metal of the wrench penetrated her vagina. She
was naked, on her back on a kitchen table, while two men were taking their
time getting a good look at her vulnerable pussy and a third was pushing a
tool up inside her. It felt good to be forced to be dirty.

Abruptly the cold wrench was withdrawn from Emily's cunt and she felt a
horrid emptiness that she instantly wanted filled. She did not have to wait
long. Tyrone's penis was rock hard as he grasped it in one hand and shuffled
forward. He rubbed it up and down the girl's pussy slit coating his cock
head in her copious juices. Emily moaned in anticipation of that most lovely
of feelings. Her legs were far apart and her pussy was being offered to this
black stranger. He was about to fuck her and despite that he was old enough
to be her dad, despite that there were other people in the room and despite
that it was all being filmed she was as horny as hell and could not wait.

Tyrone moved his hips forward, pushing his cock head against the young girl's
pussy lips. They parted with a satisfying resistance and he slide inside
her. Emily moaned in ecstasy as she felt the older man fill her up. While
not as painfully large as Bill, Tyrone's cock was still eight inches of
black meat that was now embedded to the hilt within her. She already felt
ready to cum. The girl's pussy was still tight, thought Tyrone, but nowhere
near as tight as he had thought it would be. Fully aware of how big Bill was
Tyrone assumed he must have been fucking her for a while in order to stretch
her out like this. She had a pussy like some of the young housewives he
visited.

Tyrone pulled a few inches of his penis out of the spread-eagled young girl
beneath him. Bill made sure he had the full picture captured before Tyrone
thrust his cock back inside her. Emily groaned as she felt Tyrone's cock
slam back up her young cunt. He began a regular rhythm, much to Emily's
delight. Within seconds Emily came, a fantastic feeling welling up from her
groin and moving out to encompass her whole body. When she recovered Bill's
camera was inches from her face. She turned away, momentarily ashamed, but
Tyrone's pounding cock soon forced all thoughts of Bill and his camera away.

Bill moved down to the end of the table to get a close up. Between Emily's
widely spread legs Tyrone's black body was banging back and forth. Bill
zoomed in to see his thick black cock lodged inside Emily's cunt, her pussy
lips splayed out and grasping his shaft as it moved in and out. Its smooth,
dark skin in perfect contrast to her own so pale and white.

Hands grasped her young, firm breasts and she looked up, through a haze of
passion, at Charlie. He was now naked too and his cock was hovering just
inches from her face. She opened her mouth but he was just too far away,
desperation crossed her face and Bill was sure to capture the cock hungry
expression. Bill tapped Tyrone on the shoulder and, eventually, he got the
message. Pulling his black cock out of the young girl he picked her up and
carried her to the lounge. Charlie followed close behind.

Tyrone laid Emily's naked, skinny white body down on the rug in front of the
fire. He turned her over and pulled her into up until she was on all fours.
Without ceremony he re-inserted his cock in her exposed, teenage pussy.
Emily gasped in satisfaction as her cunt was refilled. Bill got into a
comfortable position to film as Charlie moved towards Emily's now accessible
mouth. He presented his rock hard cock to her and without hesitation she
closed her lips over it.

Within seconds Emily was being spit-roasted and Bill and his video camera
captured every moment. Her pale white body was trapped between these two
older, black men. Their long black cocks were alternately being thrust into
and then withdrawn from Emily's young body. Each set of lips clasped tightly
around their shafts and each leaving a trail of glistening moisture.

With a quick nod at each other the black men withdrew and manhandled Emily's
small body around. Soon both men's cocks were back inside the young girl but
this time in different holes. Emily could taste her own juices on Tyrone's
cock, now moving in and out of her mouth. Behind her, between her spread
legs, Charlie was pounding away at her young cunt. Emily stole a glance at
Bill, his video camera was pressed against his face but she could see how
flushed he was. He must be as horny as hell, she thought. That just made her
even more aroused. Here she was, a seventeen year old girl, being fucked by
two fat, black guys old enough to be her father and all for the satisfaction
of an even older man who was filming the whole thing. Surely only a sex
craved slut would act in this way? Am I a whore? I must be, was the only
conclusion. Emily came again at the realisation.

When she recovered her senses she found herself being lowered onto Charlie
who was now lying on his back on the rug. Her legs were spread over his
black body and, looking down, she could see his dark cock sticking up
beneath his fat gut. It looked ready to impale her young body. Tyrone was
holding her beneath her arms as he moved her steadily closer to Charlie's
waiting penis. There was nothing she could, or wanted, to do as she saw her
young pussy finally touch his cock, her lips spread and his cock slowly sink
within her. Her body sank down until Charlie's dark pubic hair was pressed
up against her snatch. She felt so full up with cock.

Emily closed her eyes and rested a while, enjoying the feeling of fullness
which Charlie's cock inside her provided. Soon, though, she felt Tyrone's
hand on her back, between her shoulders, pushing her forward until her young
breasts were squashed against Charlie's black, hairy chest. Emily became
aware of how exposed she was seconds before something cold was pushed up
against her arsehole. She turned in surprise just in time for Bill to
capture the look of fear on her face.

Behind her Tyrone had coated his cock with a large lump of butter, taken
from Bill's fridge, and had now lined it up against Emily's virgin bottom.
Taking hold of the young girl's hips Tyrone took a second to make sure his
cock was right up against the teenager's sphincter before thrusting forward.

All thoughts of dirty, satisfying sex fled from Emily's mind as they were
overtaken by an intense pain from her arse. It was like someone was trying
to shove a baseball bat inside her, like she wanted to go to the toilet but
the other way around. Behind her Tyrone, and Bill through his video camera,
could see that only his cock head had managed to get past the young girls
tight sphincter.

Emily, pain creasing her face, twisted around so she could look over her
shoulder.

"Stop." She gasped, "It's too big."

"Sorry, Baby. But this is all part of the show." Replied Tyrone.

"Wait, please. Just let me suck you instead." She pleaded.

Tyrone looked down at his cock, the end of it encompassed by the girl's
tight little arsehole. He looked up at her desperate, young face. Her big,
brown eyes were pleading with him to stop, to take the pain away.

"Sorry, Little Girl, but you're just too horny."

Tyrone gripped Emily's narrow hips more tightly and thrust forward with all
his strength. A scream erupted from Emily's mouth as she felt her arse being
violated. It was like a red hot poker being forced inside her.

"Please, please, please." She wailed, "It hurts."

Tyrone was deaf to her cries and continued to ram his cock inside the young
girl's vulnerable arsehole. Inch after inch of black meat disappeared inside
the teenager's bottom, lubricated by the rapidly melting butter. Emily could
not believe how much it hurt, the policeman's finger had been bad enough,
but this was seriously painful. Despite her begging Tyrone to stop he kept
forcing his hard black cock up her arse.

Finally, he stopped and Emily could feel his prickly pubic hair against her
bottom cheeks. My god, she thought, he's got his whole cock inside my
bottom. Despite the pain Emily felt a sense of pride washing over her. She
had accommodated a cock up her arse whilst another one was inside her pussy.

Suddenly the dirtiness of the situation dawned on her and she felt an
intense wave of arousal well up. Emily came, an orgasm even more intense
than before, so intense she collapsed onto Charlie's chest.

Bill crouched down to film the coupling from the back. In the viewfinder he
could clearly see Emily's young, white body, legs spread far apart as it was
sandwiched between the two older, black men. Each of their black cocks
penetrating her teenage body, each cock inside one of Emily's holes.

It took a few minutes for the pain in her arse to rouse Emily. Both men were
thrusting their cocks into her again, both intent on their own pleasure.
Bill, happy that he had got his close ups, was standing back as both men
used Emily to relieve their own pent up horniness. Her small, young body
stood out as the two older black men ground their cocks into her holes.

Both were close to cumming and Emily could sense it. Inside her she could
feel their two cocks moving, with only a thin membrane separating them
within her She was relieved the ordeal would soon be over. Then, abruptly
the pain in her arse started it disappeared. She felt herself relax and the
discomfort ease. Tyrone's cock moving inside her bottom was suddenly
pleasurable. A strange black man had his cock up a hole not meant for sex
whilst another was deep inside her wet pussy. It was all so dirty, she was
being possessed, used and owned by these men, she was giving herself to them
to be their sex toy. She wanted them to treat her like a slut, like the
whore she knew she was.

As if on cue Tyrone and Charlie grunted and, Bill could tell, both men were
cumming inside Emily. She felt the men jerk as each hard, black cock
deposited its filthy load deep inside her young body. The thought of Charlie's
black cum being squirted up her pussy whilst Tyrone unloaded his gooey cum
deep inside her arse made her shudder and then cum herself. An orgasm more
intense than any she had felt so far racked her young body and she collapsed
between her two sweaty black lovers.

Bill captured everything whilst desperately trying not to let his intense
arousal make the camera shake. Tyrone recovered first and slowly pulled
himself out of Emily. Bill zoomed in to record her unconscious body, legs
spread wide and arsehole gaping. Tyrone then lifted Emily gently off Charlie
whose cock flopped out of her gooey cunt. He laid her face down on the rug.
Both men, now slightly embarrassed at how horny they had been, nodded to
Bill and then went to get dressed.

Bill could not believe how well the whole thing it had gone. Not only had
everyone, including him, had an amazing sexual experience, he had caught it
all on film. With a bit of clever editing it was going to be the best video
in his extensive collection. He stood up and moved over to Emily's prostrate
form. He zoomed in on her two gaping holes, each was pink and wide open from
all the fucking. From each ran a steady stream of white, sticky cum.
Evidence of both being well and truly used. The cum ran down between Emily's
legs to pool on the rug.

Bill turned the camera off, grabbed a blanket and threw it over Emily.
Tyrone and Charlie were both ready to go. Looking over at Emily's slumbering
form Tyrone said, "Well, Bill, I didn't believe you when you said how fine
she was but you weren't even close. She is one sweet piece of arse."

"Yes she is and I have big plans for her." Bill replied.

"Well, if you want us to be involved again just give us a call." Charlie
nodded his agreement.

"Thanks boys. Your money's on the shelf by the door."

"Keep it. It would be a crime to take money for this sort of work."

Bill just chuckled to himself as both men walked out. He could not believe
how lucky he was but this was only the start.

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