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***Hey all, I’m doing something different this chapter. I will build up the plot-line for this chapter, and devote the entirety of the next chapter for my sex scene. Fair warning, this is an abuse heavy chapter. Would like to thank some heavyweights for RPing and inspiring this chapter. You know who you are***
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So my morning routine started. I would wake up and get ready for work, pop by next door, drain Meacham’s balls and went off to work. I used to wear makeup before I started, but Meacham was a heavy sweater and a hard fucker. After 3 days of running mascara, I simply started wearing makeup at work. At first, it was aggravating, being used like that, but deep down i enjoyed it. Just wished my clothes wouldn’t look rumpled with sweat stains. Meacham wanted to come around every night, but I stopped him when I told him my son might notice. He enjoyed me too much to risk stopping our entire arrangement. Of course, he made me pay for it. My mouth had never been so sore. We settled into a comfortable rhythm, a rather mutually beneficial arrangement. I wasn’t leaving poor timmy alone though. Since my building had a variety of handicapped toilets, I introduced little timmy into pleasing women.
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“Hurry, head to the toilet” I all but scream. I was completely engrossed with Meacham to the point that I forgot about my dear boy coming home from his movie. “Click” I could hear the door being unlocked, with the grind of the door opening, courtesy of unoiled hinges. Meacham scurried to my attached toilet, more for the sake of not causing a scene, than fear of a teenager. I quickly put on my bathrobes, making sure to cover any cum stains on my body, and wear some moisturizer on my face.
Just in case there was some suspicion on why my face looked dry with flaky white stuff. I calmed my breathing and took a walk out of my door. “Welcome back honey! How was the movie?” I cheerfully greeted the most important person in my life. “Hey mom, movie was good. I’m pretty tired so I’m headed to bed” normally I would be put off by his lack of enthusiasm for me, but today, I thanked every God known to man. “Ok honey, have a good rest” he barely looked at me and went to his room. Teenagers were highly irritating in general. I could only hope he would grow out of it as he matured as a man.
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Mercy was an easy concept to understand. It meant, to show compassion, or empathy, to an offender or someone under the power of someone else.
Meacham didn’t understand that concept.
He brushed the tip of his hard cock between the folds of my labia, collecting the dripping liquid, coating his cock head and slowly entered me. Perhaps it was my years of celibacy. Perhaps I was simply small. But this last reason, and probably the most truthful one, he was simply big. A lot of women claimed that they loved big cocks, that size was the only thing that mattered. I vehemently disagreed. As he pushed his way in, I felt myself stretch, farther then I had ever been before. Thank god for my juices, as it eased his passageway into me. I let out a long drawn out moan the further he went it, as he hissed in pleasure. My position was rather awkward, bent over the toilet bowl, my hands firmly grasping the toilet head, looking down at my collected piss. It was mostly translucent as I hydrated frequently. I could feel his warm hands on my breasts, pulling my puffy nipples and fondling the globes. As he finally reached his midway point, he suddenly thrusted in and rammed me from behind. My buttock rippled from the action, as I let out a shocked gasp. “Ahhhh… how can I not have tasted this cunt all this while” The old man muttered under his breath. I merely groaned in response. Now that he fully in my warm wet sheath, he held it in place, just enjoying the sensations, as my uterus was stretched to its limit. There was a minor amount of discomfort and an odd soreness I never felt before.
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“Glurgh.. Glurgh…Glurgh…” The choking sound filled the four corners of my room. My knees were sore and so was my jaw, but Mr Meacham was relentless. Its been nearly three hours since he had his way with me. Three hours of intense humiliation and pleasure. As my milky body was covered in male batter, my eyeliner was making patterns over my face, as it shook back and forth, spittle and sperm mixing and creating a rather primal aroma. I was lost in ecstasy as my rather used and puffy vagina dripped cum from my folds. My bum was covered in red hand-prints as he had spanked me like a disobedient child during my initial struggle. I quickly learnt to embrace the dark void inside and let him claim me. He was a rather virile man, being in his sixties, though feeling his belly overflow onto my fleshy tummy was a new experience. And slightly amusing, though I never dared show it. He allowed me to go to the toilet twice to relieve myself, but he insisted I pleasure him while I did so. It was dirty yet oddly arousing. One thing I did appreciate though, was the foreplay. He took his time with me, ever since dragging me to room, pushing me onto my bed as I lost my balance and fell flat.
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“He’s doing it again…” grunted the large potbellied man. The voice belonged to a rather uncongenial war vet that was my neighbor for the past 5 years. Ever since he moved in, I was harassed on an almost daily basis for the most minute things. Things like, lights on at night, smells of exotic cooking and the sounds of music coming from the walls. Those were just the small things. “Evening Mr Meacham. How can i help?” I looked up at him, maintaining my politeness. He was rather bulky, either by genetics, or years of training in the Army and he had rather rough, pockmarked skin. Either by his time in Vietnam or perhaps a rough childhood. There were mini scars that looked like they were from knives, scarring his face and a rather large nose. A nose pointed directly at my direction as he practically dwarfed me. As an Asian, I was of average size, but compared to him, i was petite. A thought that made my abdomen tighten.
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After my little rendezvous with young timothy (the intern), work was immensely fun. He was ever so helpful to me, carrying my bags, buying me lunch and overall making my life easier, all with a blush on his face. I could tell he wanted more, which made my cunt wet. Being desired was a feeling every woman should have, and he desired me like he needed air. I teased him by unexpectedly grabbing his crotch, while he was assisting me with random stuff and squealed cutely when I applied pressure. I masturbated daily to this image, fingering my sopping wet cunt, while I imagined him slowly thrusting into me, apologizing and determined to please me throughout. Young virgins are satisfying that way. With practice and daily exercise, I was sure he would blow my mind. In the meantime, ill blow him instead. 3 days after our little tryst, life found me on my knees, in the handicap toilet at the topmost level, skirt hiked up to my waist, my mouth furiously bobbing up and down his cock.
**(First time so please be gentle. Feedback and criticism is always welcome)**
I have always felt pity and maternal to a little chubby intern at my office. Rather socially awkward and makes many mistakes when flustered. He is very kind and helpful though, which makes me treat him to lunch and buy him little gifts when i can. He has never had a girlfriend due to his lack of confidence, yet he seems the kind that would treat women really well, if given the opportunity. I judged this based on his attitude towards me. So i decided to play with him and show him some TLC. Whenever i have the opportunity, i get physical with him and stroke his back. He obviously enjoys it based on his little blushes and awkward smiles. Also has a little tent in his trousers, so that’s good.