Weekend With The Neighbor (Part 3)

The sight of approximately 8 old men standing on the porch greeted me upon opening Mr. Miller’s front door. I stood in the doorway, frozen by the realization that I was on display for the enjoyment of these strangers.

WHACK! I felt a burning hot flash of pain across my bottom. Mr. Miller’s enormous hand spanked my bottom. I yelped & winched in pain, in full view of the men waiting to come in.

Mr. Miller roughly grabbed at my collar. “Sarah, have you forgotten your manners?”

“No Sir, Grandpa.”

“Good evening, gentlemen” I said, as I opened the screen door. The group had grown by at least six during my brief public punishment. There were now around 15 men, with two more large groups heading up the drive.

Grandpa noticed my distraught appearance. His lips curled into a sadistic smile. “Tournament night”. He winked, while shaking an item in his pocket. I looked down to see the end of the black leather dog leash dangling out.

This was too much. My tiny body was shaking at the fear of tonight’s unknown events, and the amount of men at the party. I took another large gulp of my drink.

Grandpa’s friends were prompt. There was at least 30 men. Most had popped one of the blue pills into their mouth, and tucked one of the long twist ties into their pocket. Although I found this all very confusing, I didn’t dare ask.

I surveyed the group as they entered. Most were wrinkly obese, unkempt old men like Grandpa. The type of men whose appearance fits the phase, “Dirty old pervert”. A handful of the guys were in their 50’s. I recognized 1 of them the father of my childhood girlfriend.

I stood there quietly in the school-girl slut outfit and 6 inch heels as the men grabbed beers from the cooler and began to gather around me. Several of them appeared mesmerized as they stared at my body.

Grandpa introduced me to the group. “This is my little girl, Sarah. She likes to call me Grandpa. Sarah’s staying with me for the weekend. She’ll be serving us…all night.” More than a few men chuckled at the last comment.

The men settled at the card tables to begin playing. I noticed that the rectangular table; which I’d assumed was for food, was still empty.

I began serving beers as needed. It sounded harmless enough, except that I was dressed like a whore. My 6 inch heels meant that my pussy was in the direct line of sight for the seated men.

My pussy lips were engorged from Grandpa’s earlier abuse. His cum stuck to by wet, tiny mound. It was right in their face as I served the beers; drawing every man’s attention to the moist, heart- shaped area swelling out from my firm stomach.

Of course, each delivery also allowed them to to stare at my petite, perfectly shaped bottom as I walked away. It was so humiliating.

I know very little about poker, but I surmised it had to do with matching the jack pot if you had a good hand; or folding, The tournament seemed to progress quickly.

The men were getting high and drinking a lot. The ones who’d already folded where hanging in the living room. A porno of a younger girl getting fucked was playing in the background. There faces grew more sinister as they looked me over like a fuck toy, before glancing back to the porno.

Grandpa called to his to his table and ordered me to sit on his lap. This was the last group still playing poker.

In addition to several fat, seedy old men; the group included
the father on one my childhood friends, and a very unattractive bespectacled man with facial deformities.

I sat on Grandpa’s lap. I was happy to be off my feet. My heels were
uncomfortable, and I was becoming increasingly more intoxicated from being told to drink and hit joints.

Grandpa began to slowly bounce me on his knee. “Oh no”, I thought to myself. My wet panties grew increasingly more slick from the sensation of his leg, and my puffy tits were bouncing from the movement.

Grandpa continued playing cards. While holding his spread in one hand, he began groping at my firm tits with free hand.

The dirty perverts at the table were enjoying the show. I saw several hands slide under the table. The men seated other either side of Grandpa were rubbing the erect bulges in their pants. Several of the men who were in the living room began gathering around the table for the show.

” What’s your call, Steve? You in or out? Steve was the disfigured quiet man at the table. He distractedly said, “I’ll see your bet and raise you 20”.

Grandpa was pinching and pulling on my long puffy nipples through my thin top. I was so aroused between the nipple play and being bouncing on Grandpa’s knee. I fought the urge to moan. I looked around the kitchen at the growing amount of filthy perverted onlookers.

Grandpa responded to Steve. “I’ll see your bet and raise you”. He reached into his pocket to retrieve the matching leather leash to the collar he’d strapped onto to me earlier.

It was suddenly so quiet. My excitement quickly turned to fear The men fondled their erections, desperate to hear the terms of the leash.

“Winner of the round earns right to be Sarah’s leash leader. You may strap on the leash and use her anyway you’d like; short of penetration, for up to 5 minutes. Deal?” “Hell, yes!”.

Steve’s face was so grotesquely deformed. It was a struggle just to look at him. Although my thoughts were consumed with the potential of him winning, I found some solace in Grandpa’s, “no pentration” limit. Perhaps I’d make it through the night without being fucked.

The hand played out, with Steve winning. As Steve retreived the leash, Grandpa ordered me to go stand in front of him. I obediently walked over the repulsive looking man. His large hairy hands reached up toward my neck.I felt the cold metal against my neck as it clamped around the collar.

Steve deftly yanked down on the leash, forcing me to lose balance and land on top of him. He wrapped the leash around my wrists, securing them in place behind my back.

“Look at me!”, He ordered. I looked at his repulsive face. His hands clamped down on the sides of my hips and began to dry hump me.

I was like a rag doll in his hands as he slid my little body back and forth on his cock. He swatted my bottom a few times while demanding I grind on him.

“What’s wrong with you? You expect me to believe a whore like you’s never given a lap dance?” I was so humiliated. All the guests were watching. Many were rubbing their swollen cocks they’d unleashed from their cocks.

” Grind my cock, bitch! I want you to feel me cum!”. I pressed my wet slit onto the throbbing bulge in his pants. Steve let out a loud groan.

“One minute left”, Grandpa called out. Steve quickly freed his cock from his pants. “Clean it, bitch!” He ordered, while yanking my head down toward his legs with the leash.

Although I felt like a sex slave as I licked off the cum from his sweaty, hairy shaft, I couldn’t ignore the sensation of my panties. Why were these disgusting men turning me on?

Grandpa took back control of my leash when the remaining minute passed. He ordered me to remain standing to the left of his chair. The last round was beginning. This would determine who won the jackpot, whatever that meant.

Consistent with the last round, Grandpa used my body to distract his opponents. His fat, swollen hands began stroking my firm, long inner thighs. Each stroke brought him closer to my panties. I had my head pointed down. Grandpa gently yanked the leash to direct my head upright. “Don’t be rude Sarah. Look at our guests”. I felt his hand reach behind my bottom and slip his finger in between my thighs.

I looked at the room of men, as directed. Most were watching Grandpa humilate me as he pressed my soaking panties into my tight gap of my engorged pussy, and stimulated my clit with his finger. Others were looking at my innocent face with glazed over eyes. All were jerking their cocks. I began moaning at the feel of my clit being fingered, combined with watching so many men jerking off to me.

“Congratulations, Dave! You’re the big winner of the night! Are you ready to collect your jackpot?”

Grandpa’s words brought me back to reality. Dave, who was the father of my childhood friend, won the tournament. Dave was in his upper 50s. He was a balding man with a swollen, puffy face. He had a huge bulging stomach that stuck out as if he was expecting.

Dave smiled and replied, “Absolutely.” I noticed he was looking at me. Dave pushed away his chair to stand up. Grandpa passed off my leash to Dave.

“On your hands and knees, Sarah”, Dave ordered. “Oh my God….what it happening?!”, I wondered while lowering my body down to the tile floor. I kept waiting for Grandpa to set some limits like earlier, but he was silent.

Dave replied, “That’s a good little girl. Sooo little. You’re going to crawl with the tight round ass up in the air, for all the men to enjoy.”

My heart was pumping so fast as I crawled on the floor, with Dave guiding me with the leash. I could tell from the carpet that we’d entered the living room. I noticed several card table legs. I attempted to filter out the rapidly growing filthy commentary by focusing on what little I could see of my surroundings.

Dave stopped; yanking on the collar to indicate I should as well. He bent down, scooped me up, and laid me face up on the blanket covered rectangular table which had gone unused until now. I feel into shock as I look around the areas of the room. There room was filled with dozens of naked men, standing around the table, cocks in hand. Many of them had wrapped the plastic zip ties around the base of their engorged cocks. My attempt to scoot off the table was immediately averted my two men pinning down my arms.

I heard Grandpa’s voice. “You all paid the entrance fee, which means you have unlimited access to Sarah as many times as you want. “Entrance fee?” I wondered. “Oh,, Daddy owes him money.” Sarah laid there, helpless, knowing she’d been pimped out by her father. She wondered if he knew Mr. Miller take it to this level.

“Take it from me, that tight pussy feels like heaven. I’ve gizzed her 3 times already today, so plan on hanging out if you want several rounds. Dave won the jackpot, so he gets her first.”

“Just a few basic ground rules. Shoot your load inside her as often as you’d like. I want this bitch so creampied by the end of the night that it’s dripping out of her for a week.”

“I you can’t wait until your turn, shoot your load into her open mouth, on her face, her tits, that tight little stomach… You get the point. I want her covered.”

” One last rule: No anal. Grandpa wants to be the 1st to enter that play ground. Ok. That’s it. Have at her!”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. The men who’d pinned my arms down were jerking off within inches of my face. Old men leaned in to pull down my top to suck on nipples.

Dave stood at the end of the table. I was placed on the table with my bottom at the end, so the men could spread open my legs and easily enter my pussy. Dave had ripped off my panties. His cock protruded out from his huge, hairy, bloated belly. He teased my clit with the tip for a minute as he said, “I’ve waited a long time for this. I’ve been dying to fuck you for years.”

Dave slid is cock into me, and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. I listened to the slapping sound as he pounded me, hard and fast. The men jerking off on my face both shot their cream all over my face, immediately replaced my 3 others.

My body was so overwhelmed. There were cocks, mouths, and hands everywhere. A few of the watching men in the crowd lost control; causing a shot of cum to land on my stomach.

Dave had long since left his load inside of me. I think at least 4 others had dumped into me since then. It was hard to tell. As soon as one man pulled out his cock, it was immediately replaced by another.

It went on for hours, with the gang of men seeming increasingly more like a pack of wild animals in response to the growing intensity. After the first dozen loads of cum, they’d periodically stretched open my hole; laughing, snapping pics, and berating me as enormous amounts dripped out of me.

I laid on the table, covered in cum and completely exhausted. Aside from taking the cum of at least 30 men, I’d squirted and climaxed multiple times.

Fortunately, most of Grandpa’s friends had left and the evening was winding down. Grandpa made his was over to the table. He had not taken me that evening. “Well, at least not yet”, I thought.

“Sit up on your elbows for a minute, little girl.” As always, I did as I was told. “There was one more guest here you didn’t get to meet”.

I slowly looked around the room. I was familiar with the very few men still left. I turned my head to look over my shoulder. There, I saw a man sitting in the corner of the room. Between crawling into the room and the constant crowd of men around me all evening, there would’ve been no way to notice him earlier.

I stared at the man as Grandpa explained, ” I wasn’t sure he’d want to be here, but I just had to give him a first row seat. Imagine my surprise when I saw him jerking off”.

I laid there, speechless, as the final guest approached me. His long, thick cock was full erect as he looked over my cum drenched little body. The man said, “Hello, Sarah”. His fingers slipped in between my legs. I felt so humiliated as cum squirted out of me. “Such a creamy treat”. The man slowly, yet firmly spread open my thighs. Never breaking eye contact, he grabbed hold of what was left of the micro-mini skirt.
“I think you can take a little more, don’t you? I nodded in reply.

I moaned as the man shoved his massive cock deep inside of me. He began fucking me hard, using the school girl skirt as leverage to pump into me, hard and deep. The length of his cock made me squirt all over him. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. That’s a good slut”

I turned my head to the side to see Mr. Miller stroking himself to the sight of me bring used.

I could tell the final guest was close to climax. His breathing was heavy, and he was pumping into me harder than any other man that evening. I felt his shaft begin pulsing against my tight walls. He was insanely aroused.

“You were such a good slut for Daddy tonight, Sarah. I’m so proud of you. We’ll never worry about money again now that you’ve found your calling”

Grandpa, who was still jerking off, approached the table to shoot a load of hot cum on my pretty little tits. The sight drove Daddy insane. “Rub it into your tits, slut!, Daddy shouted. He lifted my hips off the table. He let out an enormous groan as I felt waves of cum pumping deep into me from his thick, pulating shaft.

Daddy quickly dressed. “Good job, Sarah. I’m proud. I’ll see you Sunday”.

“But Daddy! “, I protested, “you said we won’t need to worry anymore about money! Why do I have to stay here?”

“Sarah, I made a very specific deal with Mr. Miller. Some of the arrangements I agreed to have yet to be met.”. Daddy smirked and briefly paused to swat my bottom.
“Keep being a good girl for Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sarah watched her father leave. Mr Miller was standing with her teddy bear in hand when she turned around. Exhausted, Sarah grabbed her bear and slowly made her way to the pink room.

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