So Mr. Abbot had obviously told Mr. Day that he'd made me suck on his cock, and that I'd done it and swallowed his cum. That he'd treated me like a cheap little tart and I'd behaved like one. Everything had been the same, down to the money pushed into my panties, being told to slut myself up for them, being given the money to do that. I was frightened, ashamed, humiliated......but excited too, in a fearful kind of way. I had liked it, sucking cock, being treated like a slut, seeing, smelling, tasting their sperm. Were they especially good friends, so much so that Mr. Abbot had decided to share me? If not, how many men had he told? How many would Mr. Day tell? Just how many of my father's friends would end up fucking my mouth? It was frightening to think about. What if my father found out, what if he confronted them, what if they said, your daughter's a cum drinking whore, she liked it. What then? What if my father went to the police and complained, I'd have to make a statement, go to court, testify. Tell a whole room full of people how I'd been made to suck cock, that they'd cum in my mouth, over my face. Just how awful and humiliating would that be? Please, please, please let it just be Mr. Abbot and Mr. Day, I didn't mind, I liked it, it frightened but excited me, I'd be a cheap little teen slut for them, but it had to stay secret.
Unbeknown to me elderly neighbour Gerald had arrived, again. Again he told my father exactly what he'd seen, how I had admitted to being a slut and proved it. How I'd willing sucked on Mr. Day's balls, licked them, lapped my sluttish pink tongue all over them. How I had wanked him off all over my whore face, how I'd held my mouth open to drink his cum. Gerald said, I think a father should know when his own friends are turning his little girl into a whore. I'm not enjoying this, I'm doing my duty! My father again, said nothing, did nothing.
The whole thing was turning into a nightmare and it wasn't my fault. It had been made very clear to me that they expected mini skirts, high heels, lots of makeup, sexy panties, not my little girl cotton ones. They'd even given me the money to buy it all, and Mr. Day had been very firm with me, threatening almost. But if I bought what they wanted, dressed and madeup the way they wanted, insisted, what about my parents? What were they going to say when I wanted to go out looking like a cheap whore? I couldn't take sexy clothes with me and change. The wife would welcome me into the house dressed as a schoolgirl, more or less, and come home to find me parading around like some kind of spunk magnet. My mind was in a whirl, it seemed to me that displeasing my parents was the lesser of two evils, I was feeling very uncertain, but I took myself to the mall, it was open on Sunday.
I knew exactly what shoes I wanted, I had admired them for ages. Black patent leather courts with a five inch heel! I tottered over to a mirror and even in this skirt, just wow! I definitely had to have them, they were expensive, but hey, not my money. I picked out some slutty little skirts, very pretty panties, frilly, lacy, silky, sexy. I bought some sheer pantyhose in black and in suntan, just in case that's what was wanted. Then I went to the makeup counter and maxed out, anything and everything that caught my eye, some of it I was definitely going to have to practice with. I was still exceptionally nervous, but really excited spending all this money! And you know what, if my parents stopped me from going out for ever and a day, I was still going to have all this stuff! To be honest, I had no real idea of what middle aged men thought was slutty, this was my idea of what they thought a little tart should wear. I just hoped I was right, I had been told, spend it wisely. I went to a cubicle and tried on a tight little black skirt and of course, my new shoes. Oh, this was slutty alright, I couldn't believe how long my legs looked, they just went on and on! I turned this way and that, bent over a little and looked in the mirror over my shoulder, definitely panty showing. I was going to have to learn to walk in these heels though, I hadn't realised how difficult they were going to be.
Madeup, dressed up, just the small matter of presenting the new me to my parents. They are going to throw an absolute fit. Well, my mother was predictably horrified, which didn't surprise me at all. My father did surprise me, a lot. Mother was icy cold and furious, father was, displeased perhaps would describe it, but he said, if you must make a spectacle of yourself, go ahead. That I was not expecting. I don't know who mother was more furious with, me or my father. In the end he said, it's a phase, the more fuss you make, the worse she'll be, just let her get on with it. Mother was not convinced. I paraded around for long enough for them to 'get used to it' and went back to my room. That had actually gone better than I had thought, I wasn't expecting my father to take that attitude.Monday I had a babysitting booking from Mrs. Abbot, again. God I was nervous. I wore a tiny, tight, black skirt, no pantyhose, a little pair of hot pink frilly panties, black bra, thin white blouse and of course, the high heels. I was made up to the nines, false eyelashes, lip liner, everything. My mother took one look at me and said, no, I'm not taking you looking like that, it's shameful. I said, OK, I'll get a cab then. Let us just say there was an altercation. In the end my father said, just take her and have done with it. So she did and not a word spoken on the way there.
Mrs. Abbot opened the door and for a moment I didn't think she was going to let me in! She kept looking at me and saying well, well and then trailing off. Mr. Abbot completely ignored my appearance, he was just as taciturn as he was the last time. They left and I spent the entire evening with my stomach turning over in fearful anticipation. I can't describe how frightened and yet excited I am. When I heard their car pull up on the drive my heart started beating so hard I could see the front of my blouse actually moving. Just as last time Mr. Abbot said he would drive me home, Mrs. Abbot didn't say anything but she didn't look very happy.
Again we parked under the oak tree. He hadn't spoken to me or touched me, he had completely ignored my presence, Now he said, get into the back seat, I want to take a good look at what we've bought. I did as I was told.
He growled at me, spread your thighs you little slut. My heart was absolutely pounding, I was literally gasping through fear and excitement, I started to open my thighs as he'd instructed. As I spread them he started to slap the inside of them, saying spread them you whore. I was panting harder, each time I tried to obey him he slapped the insides of my thighs, first one, then the other. The effect was to rock me back and forth on the seat and actually close them again, he paused in his assault just long enough for me to spread myself in front of him. My tight little skirt rode up almost to my hips and of course all of my long legs were on display and my pretty, frilly pink panties. He absolutely drank in the sight, he moved closer and started stroking my legs, every now and then he ran his fingers over my cunt, stroking it through my panties. I was wet, I didn't know if I had soaked through them yet, but I knew it wouldn't be long and he'd be able to feel and see my shame. That excited me even more. He lent into me and said, open your fucking mouth, you whore, I want to lick around inside it. I tremulously opened my heavily lipsticked mouth for him and he did exactly that, delving his broad masculine tongue into my mouth, licking all the way around it. I kept very still, he hooked a finger over my chin and opened my mouth wider, licking from different angles, making sure he had invaded and explored my open gasping mouth to entirety. At the same time he slid his hand into my panties and slowly pushed a finger into my wet, clinging cunt. I know I made a little mewing sound, he grunted, he started to finger fuck me, he withdrew his tongue from my mouth and said, now suck on it you slut, then he really started to french me. I sucked down on his tongue, sucking it, licking at it with my own wet, slender, feminine tongue, I did what an assertive boyfriend had taught me, every now and then I gently nipped at his tongue with my teeth, every time I did it he grunted and pushed himself at me. He kept working on my tight, wet, little cunt, I was mewing more now, starting to tremble, little electric shocks running through my clit right up inside my cunt. He dragged his tongue out of my so willing mouth and took his hand out of my panties, my thighs were literally shivering with excitement.
He made me kneel on the seat while he undid his trousers, exposing his very hard cock and full balls to me, I wanted to suck on it, but I wanted more than that, I wanted his fingers back in my cunt. He said, suck my cock you whore, I felt so used, so abused, humiliated and degraded and it drove my excitement to even higher levels. He had positioned himself facing me, half on the car seat with a supporting foot on the floor. I had to lower myself to suck his cock, my ass was pushed up in the air, I imagined what the scene would look like to a man standing outside the car, what a dirty little slut I would look. Part of me feared that, another part of me wanted that to happen, another man witnessing my degradation, the thought excited me even more. I licked around the head of his cock, sliding my tongue around the ridge where the head met his shaft, getting my sluttish tongue into that groove, lapping at it, harder then softer, then harder. He grunted and called me a cock sucking whore. It must have been very sensitive because after a while he couldn't stand it any longer, He pulled me up by my ponytail and shoved his cock in my mouth, he started face fucking me. Having his cock fucked down my throat hurt, stretching my throat like that, but it excited me too, his total dominance of me. He was panting and groaning out obscenities, cunt, whore, cock sucker, slut, I was trembling, it wouldn't take very much for me to cum and I did so want to.
Then something happened that put a stop to that, it gave me the scare of my life. The rear passenger door behind me opened, I panicked, I tried to sit up, get the cock out of my mouth, I was almost frantic. Mr. Abbot wouldn't let me, he held me very firmly and with his cock lodged deep in my mouth I couldn't move. I was whimpering again but not with excitement, it was fear. I heard a voice behind me say, fuck, look at that, grade A slut. Mr. Abbot laughed, he said, I told you didn't I Howard, I told you the little cunt was sucking cock. My tight skirt was fully exposing my legs and panty clad ass to this new man, I felt him exploring my long thighs, stroking them, squeezing them, running his fingers over my panties, between my spread legs. He said, you told me and I didn't believe you, fancy Charlie's daughter being a cock sucking little tramp. Then he said, the slut is loving it, her panties are wet through, it was so humiliating. Mr. Abbot told me to get back working on his cock, I was to show 'Howie' what a good whore I was. I started sucking again, being obedient, but I was still frightened, still very nervous of this man I couldn't see. He started to peel down my wet pink panties, he said, oh look at this slut's cunt, absolutely fucking naked, not a hair on it, and wet, the bitch is streaming juice. I knew I was, but having him see it and talk about me like that was so sordid, so exciting, he was going to fuck me and I wanted him to.
Mr. Abbot pushed me into position for Howie to stand outside the car and still reach me, I could hear him getting his cock out, I was trembling with excitement. He said, the bitch's cunt has opened up, she needs a cock. He fucked the head of his cock into my cunt, just a couple of inches of it. I moaned round the cock in my mouth, I couldn't help it. Howie leaned over and said in my ear, do you like that? Do you like my cock in your dirty little fuck hole? Mr. Abbot pulled his cock out of my mouth, I almost felt bereft, I so needed to suck on it. He said, answer the nice man. My voice shook, I said yes Sir. Mr. Abbot slapped my blushing face with his hard cock, he said, all of it, say all of it. I did what they wanted, I said, I love having your cock in my dirty little fuck hole. As soon as I had said it they both shoved their cocks into me, mouth and cunt packed full of cock, I so nearly came, I so badly wanted to. They both fucked me, humping their cocks deep into my throat and cunt, I was pushed and pulled between them like a rag doll, all the time they were grunting out dirty and degrading names, whore, slut, cock sucker, cum dump, dirty degrading things that made me tremble with excitement. Howie stopped fucking me and pulled back slightly, I whined in frustration, then I felt him start to spread my ass. God, I couldn't believe what he was doing to me, no one had ever seen my private little hole before, but he had my ass spread wide and he was examining it. I was blushing and shaking with excitement and mortification. He said, Oh, you should see this whore's asshole, sugar fucking pink and looks like it could take the skin right off your cock. Mr. Abbot said, we'll swap round in a while, you need to try her mouth, she's getting really good with it, I'll look at her asshole then. It shocked me, I don't know why but when Howie pushed a finger up my ass, it shocked me, he didn't finger fuck me, he just pushed half a finger length up my ass and left it there. I was trembling and shaking, mewing and whimpering, so, so close. I listened to them, how tight my ass was, how good my throat was, what a tight, wet, sluttish cunt I had. Howie was grunting and humping deep, He said, I'm close, let me have her, he pulled my mouth off of the cock and pulled my face back towards his, he said, open your mouth you fuckpig. I opened it for him and he fucked his cock hard, in and out of me, he said, cunt, then he slowly spat into my open mouth, he drooled a long stream of spit into my mouth. I shook, deep tremors running through me, Mr. Abbot started wanking himself, he said give me some of that, he leant forward and spat over my face and in my mouth, both of them doing it to me. I came and came on the cock in my cunt, I swallowed and opened my mouth for them again. I could feel Howie's cock jerking, shooting thick sperm deep into my whore cunt, Mr. Abbot shot his spunk all over me, over my thighs, skirt, blouse, even over my throat. I felt completely used, weak at the knees, emotionally and physically exhausted, I had never been used like that or cum like that either. Despite being in that state neither of them was satisfied until I had sucked their cocks clean and of course they were right to insist upon it, serving cock is what a girl like me is for.
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