The Older Man

The second time she visited him started the same: a note on the door, stripping and kneeling and waiting inside. This time she waited longer. And when he arrived he didn't use her mouth but, pushing her head to the floor and kicking at her cunt to tell her to raise her hips, slid his cock into her ass. She wasn't ready and it hurt more than it had the week before. He was fucking her this time, hard, where last week he'd made her do the work. That had been degrading but also gave her some control over how hard and fast it was. Now she had no control--naked, groaning and drooling onto the cold grey tiles that her face ground against as his wide hips slammed again and again into her tight young body.

She realised how incredibly turned on she was by this and said, "Thank you Sir". "Shut up when I'm fucking you, slut," he replied. She opened her mouth to apologise but thought better of it.

Between her legs, her cunt was molten with desire. Desperation. It had been a week now since she came and, following his instructions, she'd sucked a different man's cock each day. The actual blowjobs she didn't mind, she liked giving head, but the process of flirting and flattering these strange, random men enough that they'd let her do it was deeply degrading. And that she'd done this for this fat old man, a guy who shouldn't even be able to look at a cute young girl like her--the humiliation was intense, and it made her poor neglected clitoris throb.

Was he slowing down? His cock was still driving relentlessly into her ass but the hammering seemed to have settled into more of a steady grinding rhythm. She wanted to beg him and felt the word "Please" forming on her lips but remembered she wasn't to speak. She wasn't sure what she'd have been begging for anyway.

Finally his rhythm shifted again and she felt his cum pumping inside her. Once his dick slipped out he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to a kneeling position. She was horrified to realise he was using her hair to wipe his dick--cum, lube, ass sweat--and she let out a soft moan.

"You should be cleaning me without your mouth," he said, "but I'm not putting my cock in your mouth again until you learn to give a decent blowjob. Your hair will do until then." Taylor's heart sank a little at this because she'd assumed she'd get to suck his dick today, and it sounded like that wasn't going to happen. That probably meant another week without an orgasm (she tried to push this unbearable thought away) and another week of finding new dicks to suck.

"Today I'm going to set some rules and then I'm going to make you cry. You should expect to cry a lot while you're here because it makes my dick hard, and your purpose is to make my dick hard."

She wasn't sure whether she was allowed to speak now, and tried quickly to decide if she should acknowledge his words. After opening her mouth and choking back the words a couple of times, she settled on a nod. She was scared, even though this was what she had wanted, and the fear made her feel as disoriented as it did aroused.

He grabbed her hair to pull her head back so she was looking up at her standing behind him, and slapped her face twice, hard, before he spat in her eyes. "What do you say, you stupid bitch?"

"Thank you Sir!" This time before he spat she heard him hawking up phlegm from his throat, and when it hit her face it had a thick, almost creamy quality that made her want to crawl away.

"That's better." He pushed her head back down with his hand and, once it was below his hips, used his shoe on the back of her head to press her face into the floor. She felt the phlegm spread as it was squeezed between her cheek and the ground. He was walking away now and, not having any other instructions, she waited where she was.

She didn't wait long. "Up on your knees," he said, and she pulled herself to a kneeling position. She could see that he'd brought back some toys. In his left hand he held a pair of nipple clamps and in his right, a butt plug. It wasn't the biggest plug she'd ever seen but it was big enough that she knew it would be a challenge to get inside and uncomfortable to wear.

"I want you suffering a little while we talk about the rules. Which do you want?" He hefted first the clamps, then the plug. This was the first time he'd given her any kind of choice and she felt confused, unsure. Her ass was already a little sore from the fucking but also a little stretched, and the plug was a known quantity--she could see its dimensions, guage pretty accurately how bad it would hurt to take. But there was no way to know how severe the clamps would be unless he put them on her. He didn't seem like someone who'd use genuinely mild clamps, but there was a big spectrum of possibility between painful and unbearable.

"The plug please, Sir." He gave a little shrug and again pushed her head to the ground. She lifted her hips to give him access to her hole. He produced lube from somewhere and stuck first one, then two wet fingers into her ass. Then she felt the tapered head of the plug pushing against her. Even her, where it was narrowest, the plug was at least as broad as his cock, but she was open enough to take the tip well enough. But it quickly became a painful struggle and she let out a hard, whining moan into the tiles. He pushed slowly but relentlessly and with enough force that she knew it was going in no matter how much it hurt. It hurt a lot. The moan gave way to short, sharp screams and her hand flapped helplessly against the ground. Finally she felt her sphincter close over the base, the widest part inside her.

He pulled her head back up again and squatted in front of her so they looked at each other eye to eye. He gave a gentle shake of his head. "You dumb bitch. You stupid fucking cunt. Tell me you're a stupid fucking cunt."

She genuinely hated this. What he'd just done to her had hurt so much and there wasn't even a moment of acknowledgment or appreciation, the way other tops she'd played with would have offered her a 'good girl' or a kiss. She couldn't keep the tone of anger out of her voice as she said, "I'm a stupid fucking cunt."

He laughed. "The stupid fucking cunt is mad at me, huh? You better understand I don't give a fuck. You can be mad, happy or suicidal, as long as you're suffering for me I don't care. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," she said. This expression of indifference did, somehow, dampen the anger she felt. She remembered her place a little.

"So you do understand that you're only here to suffer for me?"

"Yes Sir." The anger was gone now, her submission back in control.

"So when I offer you two ways to suffer for me, your choice should always be both." As he said this, he quickly and roughly closed the first clamp over her right nipple and she squealed with surprise and pain. "You're not here for 'some pain'. You're here to take everything I have to give you." The other clamp now, and both her nipples burned. The clamps were tight, with sharp metal teeth that bit down through a thin layer of rubber. He slapped each of them once, hard, and the pain made Taylor shudder and curl her shoulders in defensively.

He grabbed the chain that connected the clamps and pulled like a leash as he walked away. Taylor screamed as her nipples stretched and quickly climbed to her feet to follow him.

He sat down in the same armchair where he'd fucked her last week and, again, pulled her into his lap. He kissed her deeply while he maintained tension on the chain and she moaned with pain and desire as she kissed him back. She spread her legs as wide as she could on the chair, hoping desperately that he'd touch her aching cunt.

"You like making out with a man old enough to be your grandfather?" he asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Why do you like it?"

With a short moan, she said, "Because I'm a dirty slut, Sir."

"That's right." He released his grip on the chain and, after an extra sting when the clamps bounced at the release of tension, the pain settled from severe to only really bad. "You're a dirty slut who needs some discipline, so let's talk about what your rules are going to be from now on."

Thanks for reading! I am new to Literotica and would love to get some feedback about what you like and want more of, or would like to see in future installments.