The Older Man

It had been a hard week for Taylor in anticipation of spending the weekend with Sir. The bruises around her cunt from his last beating had lasted for days, tender reminders of how badly he'd hurt her. And that was in just a couple of hours. How much worse would it be when he had days to torture and use her? The thought caused her genuine fear but also turned her on.

And that was part of the problem - after weeks without an orgasm,everythingturned her on. Every unremarkable passerby looked hot to her and she floated around in a miasma of fantasy and memory, remembering the awful things he'd done to her and made her do. When she visited whoever it was on Monday night to suck his dick, he felt her up a little, and the sensation was so intense she almost cried.

But Sir had said this weekend she would have a chance to come--to be allowed to come again. She was sure that whatever she had to do or endure, it would be worth it. She needed it. She just could not go another week without coming.

So on Friday night she opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside, ready for her usual routine of stripping, kneeling and waiting--but then stopped, with her hands already lifting her shirt half way up her stomach. Because there were three men looking back at her, Sir and two strangers.

They had arranged a small semicircle of kitchen chairs in the cramped space of the entryway, obviously waiting to watch her strip. And then? She knew with a sinking feeling that all of them were going to fuck her. The idea felt much worse even than all the guys whose dicks she'd sucked on Sir's instructions. She had chosen those guys on some level, even if her choice was constrained and compelled. These men she hadn't chosen and now they were going toat leastsee her naked and humiliated.

She finished pulling the shirt over her head, folded it and placed it on the floor. The two other men were around Sir's age; it occurred to her their combined ages might be 200 or more.Well, you wanted this, she told herself. But she could also feel herself getting turned on by the humiliating situation as she unclasped her bra and exposed her breasts to the men. They had remained silent since she opened the door but now, as one, they burst out laughing and she blushed in horror. It was bad enough to expose herself to them sexually, but to expose herself to them as a joke was unbearable. Her lip quivered and she struggled to compose herself.

"Shit," said one of the strangers, "I didn't know if you were serious about any of this but it's true. You've got a real dirty slut for us." The three laughed harder at this and she stepped out of her shorts, hating that she was about to show them her shaved slit. "Come on, honey, take those panties off so you can get sucking."

"She's got great tits," said the other stranger, getting up from his chair as Taylor, naked now, dropped to her knees. He stooped down and ran a hand over her breasts and she, helpless to resist her arousal after week's without relief, moaned sensually and pushed her chest up to meet his hand. "Ha, sheisa horny slut! You wanna suck my dick, like John said?"

John--was that Sir's name? She tried to file away this detail for later but she felt overwhelmed by the awareness that she was about to suck cock in front of an audience for the first time, and a stranger's cock at that. She looked up at him with her best fuck-me expression and said, a little breathy, "Please."

He responded by gesturing in the direction of his crotch, as if to tell her to go ahead. She shuffled on her knees to face him and pulled the waistband of his shorts down until his hard, thick cock popped into view. She was still not used to the sight of white pubic hair or the soft, wrinkled skin of an old man's belly hanging over his erection. She felt some of the same humiliation she'd felt the first time she let Sir use her, but much worse this time.

Still, she wanted to do a good job. She had the selfish motivation that she figured this was, in part, a test, and that if she did well she was more likely to get to come. But she was also just deeply submissive, incredibly turned on by her own humiliation, and on some level wanting to make the humiliation worse. And so she began to worship his cock, starting by kissing and sucking his balls while her hands stroked his inner thighs, up to his belly, and then to the shaft. One hand wrapped around his cock and started moving slowly up and down, making space for her mouth as she licked and kissed his dick, wetting it. When she reached the head she kissed it passionately and opened her lips around it, bobbing her head up and down to meet the hand that kept pumping along the shaft.

"I've never seen a girl so keen to suck an old man's dick," said the other stranger, the one whose dick wasn't in her mouth. "Not that I'm complaining." All three of them laughed again and her cheeks reddened, but she didn't let the embarrassment slow her. She took her hand away and clasped her hands behind her back so she could start to deep throat and immediately sank her lips all the way to the base of his cock, gagging slightly. She held herself there with him all the way inside and traced her tongue up and down the underside, almost to the tip.

Sir spoke now. "You're lucky she's doing this now. A couple of weeks ago she was a terrible cocksucker, really lousy. Pathetic for such a big slut not to know how to suck cock properly." Both the strangers were laughing at this account and she felt the most acute embarrassment, wising she could hide. But she could not have been more exposed. "I've had to put a lot of effort into teaching her to do it properly." Now the embarrassment shifted towards anger;he'd put a lot of effort it? Like she wasn't the one who'd spent hours sucking strangers cocks and resisting a desperate need to come? Like he'd spent the last few weeks frustrated and needy, throat sore from gagging?

She was still holding her head still, nose pressed to his stomach, when she heard Sir say, "So I really appreciate you both helping me decide if she's gotten any better. Don't try and, you know, spare her feelings or nothing. She needs honest feedback if she's gonna be a decent cum dump."

There was more shame at this, of course, but it was also clear confirmation that this was partly a test, and that how well she did here would affect whether he let her come again. So she very slowly slid her lips away from the base of his cock all the way back up to the head and started pumping herself all the way up and down, gagging and releasing hard and fast so that her unmistakable guck-guck-guck noise rang out through the entryway. It prompted more laughter from the others, but the man whose cock she was sucking wasn't laughing any more. She was sure he hadn't had a blowjob this good in decades, maybe ever.

She didn't stop impaling her throat hard on his cock until he'd come, and then she again pressed her lips against the very base of his dick so that he could release his load deep in her throat. She maintained eye contact, trying to convey adoring submission and desperate horniness. Finally, sated, he withdrew.

She'd been so focused on finishing him that she hadn't realised the second stranger had stepped over towards her and was pushing his dick into her mouth even as the first was pulling out. For a moment they were both in her mouth and then she shifted her focus entirely to this new dick. Without giving her a chance to show what she could do he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her all the way to his stomach, forcing his dick into her throat. She wasn't ready and gagged so hard she struggled to pull away. He was leaner than the other two but wiry and strong, and held her firmly against him. When she stopped struggling and accepted the choking presence of his member he began to move his hips without releasing his grip on her head, fucking her face all the way to the base. It was uncomfortable but, as long as she stayed relaxed, bearable. The physical sensation was easier to take than the humiliation she felt, with two men watching her let a stranger use her throat like a fleshlight.

That's how she felt--like a masturbation aid, a toy, just something these men were using to amuse themselves. That's why they kept laughing instead of expressing arousal or excitement. She was more like a pornhub video they were all jerking off over than a human sexual partner. The realisation humiliated her, but the humiliation filled her with desire and contentment.

She had no direct control over this blowjob--he was doing the fucking and she was just receiving it. But, realising how good it felt to be treated this way, she tried to convey her enthusiasm in the ways she could; eye contact so he could see her passion as she gagged, the movement of her tongue, and she brought her hands from behind her back to caress his balls as he hammered her throat. She moaned and started to grind her hips in the empty air. The two men watching laughed to see this and the one whose dick she'd just sucked said, "Look how horny it makes her!" but she didn't care, and neither did the man who was about to come.

She realised he was close because he stopped fucking her mouth and just pulled her head close, cradling it with both arms and holding his dick all the way into her throat. From there he moved his hips in tiny back and forth thrusts, using the squeeze of her throat to finish and after a few seconds of very intense, breathless gagging she felt him coming.

When he took his dick out of her mouth she took a moment to lap up the thick ropes of drool that covered it, and then he took a step back. She looked to Sir, wondering if he would use her now. Instead he said, "Let's go to the loungeroom. Take these chairs back to the kitchen." The men got up and walked into the lounge and she began carrying their chairs back where they belonged. She'd noticed that, although Sir had said degrading things about her and forced her to suck these men's dicks, he hadn't called her Bitch or Cunt or Dumb, like he normally did. Was he, in some perverse way, being nicer to her while his friends were here? And if this was nice, what would happen when they left?

She got a partial answer as she placed the chairs in the kitchen. Last time she'd been here the kitchen had been tidy and well kept. This time, dirty dishes were piled in and around the sink, like he hadn't washed up in the week since she'd been here. After a moment of surprise, she realised he was going to make her do his dishes. And she couldn't really blame him. What old man with an obedient fucktoy wouldn't also want her to do his chores?

Back in the loungeroom he pointed at a spot in the middle of the floor, so she knelt there with her legs spread, facing the three men.

"You know when you first came here, your blowjobs weren't up to my standards?"

She hated being forced to admit this in front of these other men. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."

"But you've been practicing and hopefully you've improved. How many dicks have you sucked in the last fortnight?"

She did some quick math. "15, sir."

"To help me decide if you've really improved, I've invited some friends. It won't just be me that judges your cocksucking, and it doesn't have to be unanimous. If a majority says your blowjobs are very good now, you can end your training program and you'll be allowed to have orgasms again."

The bigger of the two strangers burst into surprised laughter at this. "You mean she hasn't been coming? She's sucking that much cock and isn't even getting off on it?" He looked amazed and somewhat appalled by this news.

"That's right," said Sir. "So it's gonna be up to you to help decide if she does now." He turned to Taylor and addressed her again. "Start masturbating. I want you close to the edge for this." Obedient and hopeful, she wet her fingers with her mouth and began to touch herself. She was already soaked and to desperate to hold back, so she sunk two fingers into her pussy and let her palm caress her clit. It felt incredible and the intense humiliation of her situation only made the pleasure more intense.

Sir stood up and walked towards her, unzipping his fly. She licked her lips in anticipation and he stopped slightly in front of her with his hard cock hanging in the air. She had to crawl a couple of steps across the carpet on her knees to reach it and take it into her mouth. Her throat was still a little sore from the battering it had taken already, but she wasn't going to let that slow her down or dampen her enthusiasm. She swallowed him, determined to suck him so well he couldn't even pretend it was less than amazing.

He ignored her and turned to the first man. "So, what do you say? How was she?"

He chuckeld a little and said, "I've never given a blowjob review before. But I think she was very good." She would have beamed with pride and satisfaction if her mouth wasn't fully occupied, and she felt the edge approach. She had to slow her masturbation a little to keep from coming as humiliation threatened to overwhelm her. Here she was, naked in front of three clothed old men, none of them attractive, all of them using her mouth as a fuck hole, and then talking about her like they were leaving star ratings for an uber driver or Amazon product review. She drove her hips up hard into her hand and tried to shift her eyes towards the second man to see what he would see. She couldn't see him, not with Sir in the way. Surely he was going to say yes, though, which would make a majority no matter what Sir decided.

She heard him speak: "Yes, me too. Very good." Two out of three, at least. She let out a loud moan of release and pushed herself towards the huge orgasm she could feel building, although she also turned her eyes up to Sir for confirmation.

"Well, well," he said. She hated how calm and composed he seemed, when he should be overcome with pleasure. "Two votes for very good. If I think you're very good as well, that will make three out of five and I won't have to invite the other two over." He noted the confusion in her eyes and smiled. Five?

But that meant... that mean there were two more men coming this weekend, two more strangers who were going to see her like this, whose cocks she was going to have to service. It meant that she might not come yet--really, that she wasn't going to come yet. She didn't believe for a moment that Sir would make this that easy for her when he could drag it out and make her suffer.

"Who else is it going to be?" asked the bigger man.

Sir, still maddeningly calm, replied, "I've invited Mikey and Alex." Mikey and Alex. He was just casually reeling off the names of men who were going to come in her mouth like her opinion didn't matter, which of course it didn't.

"Oh, come on!" said the bigger man. "That's not fair and you know it. Mikey is so, well, mean. He'll want to--"

"Of course I know that," Sir replied. "He said he'd only come if I bruised her tits first, so she's going to have to take a harsh beating before he even gets here." After that, all three men sat in charged silence for a moment.

She was scared by this prospect but even more turned on by the way he was talking about her, again, like an object that was going to be used and tortured without regard for her feelings. And suddenly he was coming, maybe because the prospect of beating her tits--or whatever Mikey was going to do to her--turned him on enough to push him over the edge. Unlike the other two, he came in her mouth rather than her throat and she enjoyed the taste and feel of his cum, the evidence of his pleasure.

"If you'd given me a very good blowjob you could be coming right now, you know that? And there's some improvement, for sure. But there's no way I'd say that was very good. Still a lot of work to do, in my opinion."

Her heart sank, even though she could still taste the proof that he'd enjoyed it.

So that meant no relief now. Probably not tonight. And it meant she would meet this Mikey. Someone more mean than Sir, potentially. And potentially in a position to decide if she could come again or not. She shivered with fear and waited to see what would come next.