Becoming a BBC Slut Chapter 3
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I was alone in the house. My parents both worked and my sister was spending a week at a cheer camp. I had the day off from work and I just sat and thought.
I was so sore. My jaw and knees really hurt. My ass hurt too, but the coolness of the wood helped as I sat. My balls hurt as I gingerly felt them. I didn't think I was ruptured but I never wanted that pain again.
I wondered how I was ever going to stop James from using me like that. My mind replay the event as I rubbed my aching balls.
Then the phone rang. I answered and heard James ask, "Home alone slut?" Without thinking, I told him I was. Then in a matter of seconds, I gave him the address and I went to the living, unlocked the door. Then I knelt and waited in the nude. Curtains open and door unlocked.
Twenty minutes later, I saw the doorway darken in a shadow. Then the door opened and James stepped in. He smiled down at me as he shut the door.
Without a word, he stepped up to me. Still on my aching knees, completely nude. One he was close he undid his pants and let them fall. He wasn't wearing underwear.
I opened my mouth, knowing he wanted to use me. He held his semi limp cock and slapped my tongue. "Nice place." He said, still slapping my tongue. Then he asked which chair my Father normally sat.
I pointed to a recliner that he sat in every night. James walked over and sat down. "Come suck my cock, slut." I began to get up but was told to crawl over. Then for the next twenty minutes or so, I worked on that huge black cock while James told me I was a good whore and a greedy slut.
He held my head on his cock as he finally came down my throat. Then he allowed me to clean his thick cock and finally stand as I gave him a tour of the house.
He drank one of my father's beers as we walked. I hoped he wouldn't blame me for the missing beer.
Once upstairs, he took his time in my sister's room. Looking at her posters and pictures. Then he looked in her drawers. I protested and was ordered to kneel. I watched as he pulled out a couple pairs of panties. Then he looked through her clothes in her closet. "She should show off that body." He finally said after looking at everything and holding up a dress towards me before putting it back.
I was forced to crawl, following him to my parents room. Again, he grabbed a pair of panties. But this time he tossed them to me. "Try them on."
I felt dirtier than ever as I sat there, pulling the black lace panties up. They were very tight and barely fit. "You will keep those as your own."
I nodded, feeling ashamed. "Where is the restroom? He then asked. I pointed to the door in the corner, which lead to my parents shower and toilet.
James motioned for me towards that door. I crawled over and opened the door.
James pointed for me to go in, then into the shower.
He backed me into a corner and I assumed he wanted me to suck his cock again. I was so very wrong.
No sooner than I opened my mouth and he began to piss. I closed my mouth but was ordered to open it again. My face, hair and mouth were all raised with the hot, salty liquid. I thought I would get sick as he continued.
When he finished, I was ordered to clean his cock and soon he was fucking my mouth in my parents shower.
Then he guided me to there bed. He pulled the wet panites down and off then threw me on the bed. Then he shoved my mother's pillow under me so my ass was up slightly. Then He jumped on after and quickly mounted me, no lube.
I cried out as he took my ass raw and hard. He pushed my face into the blankets as he hammered my ass but good. His strokes bottoming out each time as he fucked me again like a cheap whore.
He grabbed my hands and stretched them over my head as he continued to fuck my ass hard. He kissed my neck and ear, telling me to "climax on that dirty pillow," as he did.he began to grind on each stroke, driving me wild.
I could feel my orgasm building and soon I came moaning loudly as James told me I was a good slut. He then came shortly after as I moaned in pleasure. The first time I had really enjoyed being fucked by him.
Then he made me lick my cum off my mother's pillow and some of his that had leaked out.
Next I was ordered to put the wet panties on as i watched him put the pillow back. "Straighten up the bed, slut and then fix me a sandwich."
I did as he commanded and soon I was under the kitchen table kissing his cock as he ate. James was sitting in my father's chair as I worshiped his cock. (That is what he told me I was doing.)
This was the most gentle session I had ever had with James. A side I had not seen. Yes he commanded me and even pissed on me, but I was happy to serve him.
After he finished his lunch, he move his chair back. "Suck me hard, slut." I did as ordered, taking his BBC deep in my mouth. Loving the feeling of it getting hard in my mouth.
Soon I was fucking his cock with my mouth. Then he pulled me off by the hair. "Where does your Mother sit." I pointed to the spot.
He had me get on the table where she sits, my legs over the edge. From there, he pulled her panties aside and began to fuck me again. Telling me I was a whore to allow this to happen and to think about it each time we sat to eat.
After a while he had me stand and lean over the table. Then he fucked me from behind. Our moans and thrusts seemed to last a long time. Eventually he did climax again and again I cleaned his dirty cock off before seeing him out.
Just before he left he handed me a scrap of paper. He smiled at me. "Be there tomorrow, slut."
"Yes sir"
"6 pm" and then he left.
Afterwards I did laundry and picked up. Dinner was unreal as I thought if James using me in my parents places.