“You better not puke on my cock, sonny. I’ll make you clean it with your own mouth.”
Now completely in the nude, the old man grabs back my head and starts fucking my mouth even rougher than before. A bit scared by the change of pace, it’s all I can do to keep my mouth opened. I feel like a fleshlight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle his assault much longer…
Just as my gag reflex is about to trigger, he allows me to pull out. I wail in relief, a high-pitched, pathetic breathless sound. A long strand of drool is stretching between his dick and my mouth but I’m too out of breath to care about it.
“Much better!” The old man says appreciatively, petting me on the cheek. “You’re being a great little cockwhore, sonny!”
He rubs his wet cock all over my face, slapping my lips and my cheeks. I moan a soft thank you in response. I can see a big grin on his lips: he’s enjoying himself. Eager to keep pleasing him, I open my mouth wide, bracing my throat for the next beating. The old man chooses to ignore my offer however.
Without warning, he pushes me back. I fall backward on the couch with a humph of surprise. Before I can recover, the old man grabs my pants and pull them down to my knees, freeing my own erection.
“So cute and useless.” He giggles, tucking at it mockingly. “You were definitely born to be used and nothing else.”
I look away in shame. He doesn’t care. Grabbing my legs, he lifts my hips up, pushing my knees into my chest. I feel my cheeks turn pink.
“Hold your legs in place for me, Sylvia.”
Did he just call me by a woman’s name? Sounds familiar, could’ve been his wife’s…
I know it’s selfish but I’m honestly too horny to care about what’s going on in his head right now. Hoping the old man isn’t losing his marbles, I grab my legs right behind my knees and pull them toward me even more to make sure my ass is fully revealed to him.
He starts stroking the back of my thighs. I awkwardly look upon him between my legs. He’s groping me with his left hand and masturbating with his right, looming ominously over my ass.
“Don’t…” I mumble bashfully. “I’m not… clean. I didn’t…”
He slaps my thigh harshly. I cry, painfully surprised.
“You think I want to fuck your dirty pussy?”
He’s starring daggers at me. I’m confused and hurt but still submit.
“My wife was the prettiest girl in all of our high school!” He starts yelling at me with bulging eyes. “Every one wanted to fuck her, everyone… But she only offered her pussy to me… You cannot fathom the ecstasy I felt every time I fucked that silky pink pussy of her… How hard it was not to burst after only a couple of thrusts…”
He punctuates every one of his sentences with another spanking, searing my cheeks. I have to bite my lips to prevent myself from crying.
“Forty years… For forty years, my dick has known nothing but the greatest, juiciest pussy this shitty earth has ever seen…”
As his voice is getting louder and angrier, he’s jerking his cock harder and faster. His spanking too is getting harder. I can’t help but to whine every time his hand slaps my ass now.
“And you dare… You dare think I would want to fuck your fat, hairy, dirty pussy… Don’t get cocky boy… Even if you suck my dick for a thousand years, you still won’t deserve it!”
No matter how much I enjoy being spanked, this is getting out of hand now.
“I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry! Please sir, you’re hurting me…”
“Shut up! From now on, I don’t want to hear anything from you unless it’s the moaning of the cockslut you are!”
Despite his words, he stops spanking me. My ass is nothing but a burning, pulsating mess of wounded flesh. I hate myself for enjoying the feeling so much.
“Grab both your asscheeks with your hands, sonny.”
His voice mellowed out. He’s slightly out of breath. After a very short hesitation, I obey. Truth be told: even though I feel a bit ill at ease after his outburst, I’m way too horny and curious to call it quits now.
“Now spread them, spread them like you’re trying to rip you ass apart… wider… That’s it! Show me your little pink flower… good, very good. Now, don’t you fucking move until I tell you to do so! If you disappoint me, you’re getting another round of spanking, boy.”
I have half a mind to disobey on purpose but my wounded flesh quiets my horny mind very quickly. I feel the old man closes the gap between us. The couch squeaks a little. He leans on the back of my left thigh, putting all his weight on me. He’s pretty light however. For a second, I wonder if he’s going push his dick inside my ass despite everything he just said. In doubt, I prepare myself, too aroused to care about hygiene or safety at this point.
Turns out however, he really isn’t interested in fucking my “dirty pussy.”I can feel and hear him start masturbating behind my sprawled ass. He’s holding his dick so closed, I can feel its tip grazing my hole as he’s stroking harder and faster. This drives me crazy with frustration and humiliation.
Why jerk off when my hole is-right-here! Waiting to be violated! I want to beg him to push in just the tip but his spanking has beaten me into submission. I however allow myself to moan a bit louder than I need to every time his tip grazes me, just to make sure he knows I’m willing if he ever changes his mind.
“That’s is, Sylvia! Moan for me, slut! Louder! I want everyone in this fucking building to know you’re my bitch!”
I happily obey, blissfully oblivious to any consequences. I will be leaving for college in three days anyway, what do I care if strangers hear me moan like a bitch? I beg for his cum loudly, spreading my asshole as wide as I can for him.
He suddenly pushes his tip against my opened hole. I hold my breath in anticipation, knowing exactly what’s coming for me. He cums with a resounding, victorious cry. So loud I’m convinced he wants his neighbours to hear him. I moan with delight as I feel his warm cum scatter all over my hole and cheeks. I feel strangely proud of him. The pill of viagra did help him to get hard but that huge load of cum was all his doing.
He’s looming over me, leaning on my thighs, chin down, gasping for air in a dignified silence. His eyes look strangely veiled, like his mind is gone far away.
“Are you ok, sir?” I asked, slightly afraid at the thought of having to explain to a team of paramedics how this elderly man got his heart attack.
“I’m fine.” He murmurs, sounding a bit annoyed at the question.
He stands back up on his knees and take a good look at me. I stay completely still, legs up and ass stretched, as he commanded me earlier. I get a bit startled when I feel him rub the tip of his dick around my butthole.
“You know… no matter how old you become, no matter how much your joints hurts… there’s nothing better than bursting a nut. Thank you sonny, you’ve been a good bitch.”
His hands push mine away and he squeezes my buttcheeks hard against each others, rubbing them and smearing his cum all over my crack. I want to thank him but he still hasn’t allowed me to speak again so I moan in appreciation instead.
He smiles at me, almost as he had read my mind.