"Figured I'd get my money for my shoes now since you forgot to pay."
You struggle against the tight grip of the store owner, his scarred and aged skin rubbing over you as he molests your young, toned body. It's obviously been ages since he's had an opportunity with a girl like this, and you can see him licking his cracked lips in the mirror as he pushes his fingers inside of you briefly, before smearing the moisture from your center on your lips.
"You slut...you want this, don't you?"
You try to open your mouth to protest, but his only response to that is to grab your hair to turn your lips towards his and plant his lips on yours, raping your mouth with his tongue. The smell of him disgusts you, but he does seem to know what he's doing with your tits and pussy as his hands return to your intimate parts. His rough skin contrasts greatly with your smooth body and the contrast sends shivers down your spine.
Any attempt to push him away fails meekly as he's just too strong. His gut pushes into you as he turns you to the side, unzipping his pants quickly as he grabs you and pushes you against the stall door, apparently wanting you to watch your own degradation in the mirror.
With a simple lift, his aged cock enters your love hole, and you find yourself getting fucked by someone who revolts you for the third time today. Your back get pounded against the wall, and he seems to enjoy pulling your hair, causing you to yell with every thrust into you. He's not that big, but he's sure making sure you feel every inch.
Despite yourself, you steal occasional glances at the mirror during your fucking, and find it humiliating to watch him taking what he wants, your body as his plaything as he occasionally squeezes your nipples, biting on them when you stop yelling during his thrusts.
"Yell all you want, girlie. Nobody's hearing you in here, and I'm not sure you want them to anyways."
Eventually, while he's biting a nipple and squeezing the other, you feel him tensing and emptying himself inside of you. You hope that's the end, but he pulls out before he finishes, spurting on your thighs as well as he kicks your legs apart.
"On your knees, slut."
To emphasize his point, he wrenches your ass with one hand and yanks your hair again with the other, and you kneel as you start slurping his softening member, tasting yourself - and years of dirt and decay - on it as you do. It repulses you, and you know you'll be tasting this for the rest of the day no matter what you end up doing, but you have no choice but to submit to his perverse demands.
Eventually, he starts to grow again in your mouth as you lick and suck the best that you can, starting at him with the sad submissive eyes that most guys love, but it seems to be going slowly.
"Playing with yourself might help a bit." he suggests helpfully. "If you 'come' with me we won't have to do this again in front of them."
You can't believe he wants you to debase yourself like that, but you close your eyes as your hands move to your tits, trying to pretend it's someone else you're sucking and not an aged hippie with long white hair, who's likely three times your age. As you squeeze and twist your abused breasts, you fantasize that it's Michael, who found out you were naked and wanted you to pay for your ride.
Although the smell of the bathroom and the feel of your knees on the dirty tiled floor doesn't help with your illusion, your self masturbation helped by the image of Michael certainly does, as the current rises up within you, and you push your fingers in and out of yourself furiously, both hand going to your pussy and clit as you desperately try to make this end as quick as you can.
It's working on the owner, too, who starts fucking your face as his cock reaches it's full length, grabbing your hair to hold you in place. Your protests are muffled by his member as he almost makes you gag as you come, your juices mixing with his down your thighs.
Soon after, as you start to relax a bit, he starts coming, too, and you desperately try to swallow his load, not wanting any of his remains on your face. Much to your surprise, you do, milking his disgusting penis until he's fully spent, and you find yourself leaning on the floor as he exits your mouth with a plop.
"Consider yourself paid in full." As you start to pull yourself up, he pauses to wipe his wet cock on your hair before he calmly zips up, and exits the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
While you find yourself with juices dipping down your thighs, some cum in your hair, and your face looking like you'd just been screwed for hours on end, you take solace in one thing as you pause to examine your scrawny jacket; at least your feet are clean.
As you scramble to wipe up as much of the mess as you can off of your face and thighs - there's no saving your hair now - you hear an impatient knocking at the door. "We're ready to play! Hurry up in there!"
You pause to grab your jacket and ponder what to do next... |