Installment written by @leftwanting
"Panties pushed aside exposing her pussy to greet whoever finds her".........................
It was only a few minutes that I lay there with my head spinning, before he appeared in the doorway.
A grey haired old man, had to be in his sixties, stocky build, well dressed, distinguished.
He stood there in silence, just watching me, while I struggled and cried for help through her panties.
He was obviously shocked and confused by the vision.
A long moment passed before he reached for the light switch.
Light from outside the window fell across the bed as the room turned dim.
I saw his silhouette against the glow from the corridor; as he leaned back to check that we were alone, before quietly closing the door and locking us in.
At that moment, I knew I was fucked; my heart began beating harder, faster, my whole body flushed with a tingling of fear, the room felt like it closed in around me, my ears began to hiss, and I gasped for breath, every hair on my body stood up, I knew there was nothing I could do.
I lay still, weak from my struggle and breathing heavily behind the gag.
He seemed to be pondering the consequences of taking what was on offer, looking me over like I was the prize that he had always wanted.
He slowly moved towards the foot of bed, picked up my shoes and placed them back on my feet, running his trembling hand over my shins as he did so.
Our eyes adjusted to the low light, I could see him as he stood clutching at his cock through his trousers, while fixing his gaze between my open legs, my panties, still where she left them, exposing my pussy to him.
His breathing became heavier, as he seemingly continued considering the options and consequences.
I looked into his eyes with a pleading; I shook my head, and begged a muffled:
“Please don’t”
Trying to sway his decision, trying to influence any feelings of decency or sympathy.
It was to late.
He moved to sit beside me on the bed, and began toying his middle finger up and down the length of my, still wet, slit.
I renewed my efforts to break the bonds, as his finger slid inside me and curled firmly into the wall behind my pelvic bone, his thumb then slipping to and fro across my clit, causing me to stiffen and jolt with each passing.
He took the wet finger to his mouth and tasted my humiliation, while our eyes locked together.
Then he gestured with a finger across his pursed lips, as he took hold of my gag:
“Shhhh”
Slowly he pulled the material from my mouth, continuing to imply my silence.
I breathed grateful gasps, while he inspected the gag, and tutted:
“Are these Christine’s knickers?”
“ I saw her leaving the room, smirking to herself “
“ Are you two lesbians?”
“ Seems like you have upset her somehow!”
All I could do was plead for him to untie me, between his sarcastic toned questions and comments:
“ Hmm, not nice of her to leave you here like this, so wet and wanting “
I started to explain that I wasn’t a lesbian, and that she forced me, but he just held my jaw open, and replaced the gag:
“Shhhh”
He moved my bra up and ran his hand over my bare flesh, from the waistband of my skirt, and on up over my breasts:
“ You’re so beautiful, it’s been a long long time since I felt such firm tits, and such a tight, young, wet cunt “
I shivered at his words, and hopelessly begged him to stop.
“ Shhh, now listen to me lesbian, I’ll do you a deal, Cos there is no way that I’m going to let you go before I’ve fucked the shit out of you, I simply can’t turn down, this once in a lifetime opportunity”
He calmly waited while I made another futile attempt to break free, my struggling just adding to his excitement, he fingered me, while shushing me until I gave in:
“ Now, I could go downstairs and bring a few of the men back here, I know they would all love the chance of teaching you the error of your lesbian ways… Or I could just keep it between us, you and me, and even untie one of your hands when I’ve finished with you… To be honest, I don’t give a fuck about being caught; I’m on borrowed time anyway.”
“ To put it simply, there is no way on this earth that your cunt is leaving this room without getting royally fucked… The question is how many cocks do you want?”
He waited for an answer:
“Now I’m going to remove Christine’s knickers, and the only sound you will make is, a quiet answer to my question, right?”
I closed my eyes in defeated shame, and nodded in agreement.
He took the panties from my mouth, and waited:
“ What’s it going to be, just me?”
I turned my head away, and whispered:
“Yes”
He leaned in and began sucking my left nipple as he pushed the panties back in my mouth:
“ Can’t have you screaming in pleasure, somebody might hear”
He climbed on the bed between my open legs, and began undoing his trousers:
“ They say that when you get a hard on at my age, it’s a terrible shame not to use it… I’ve got to tell you girl, it’s been years since I’ve been this hard,.. And you are the lucky bitch that it’s getting used on?”
He rubbed his cock against my open pussy, and applied pressure, I could feel the heat, he struggled to get it into me, god he was big:
“Ohh you’re so tight… Bitch”
I instinctively fought against it, squeezing as hard as I could, I couldn’t move away from him, I was still wet from her.
The thick head of his hard cock pushed through the entrance and I shuddered and gasped an involuntary moan as the rest of its length plunged into me, until he was buried to his balls.
His weight came down onto me, and his hands went underneath, clutching at my ass.
His teeth bit hard into the side of my neck, as he began fucking me with long hard forceful strokes.
The old bastard relentlessly pounded me into the mattress with the monotonous precision of an unyielding machine, his balls slapping against me as his pelvic bone crashed into mine with every deep thrust.
The vice like grip of his squeezing hands painfully heated the flesh of my buttocks, the restraints stretched my limbs with every hard thrust of his un-mercifully invading cock.
His bite released and my head rolled side to side as my body began to betray me.
The shame and humiliation of my screaming orgasm drove him into frenzy.
I convulsed and shuddered, underneath him, I cried and moaned while he continued driving me into a forced ecstasy.
He kept calling me a “bitch” a “fucking bitch” a “fucking lesbian bitch” over and over while he drove me through an earth shattering orgasm.
Then as he held his cock deep and still, inside me, I closed my eyes, dreading the humiliation of receiving his spunk.
He lifted and held himself above me on outstretched arms, while he watched the dying throws of my orgasm, still uncontrollably shaking me, the muscles of my pussy squeezing his cock, milking him with involuntary spasms:
“Oh no bitch, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long way”
My eyes widened:
“ I can smell her cunt on your face! Can you still taste her?”
My eyes closed in shame:
“Now I’m really going to fuck the lesbian out of you”
I shook my head and he set about his mission, fucking me even harder than before.
By the time he’d finished with me, it was the early hours of the morning, the party downstairs had quieted, and I was totally exhausted, he made me come countless times, before he eventually spunked up me.
I ached all over; my throat was sore from screaming and my mound bruised and tender.
I saw his cock for the first time when he pulled it out of my beaten pussy, it was huge.
He tucked it away, released my left hand, and said:
“ Now you know what your cunt is for bitch”
He casually unlocked the door and left.
It must have taken me twenty minutes to get myself off of that bed, every move I made hurt.
I tenderly mopped his leaking filth, from my sore pussy, with her panties.
I found a shirt that wasn’t too large in one of the cupboards, and tidied myself up in a bathroom across the hall, before finding my belongings downstairs, and sneaking out before anyone saw me.
I could barely walk in a straight line, my whole body trembled, and I looked like a drunkard.
I sat in my car, my clitoris was throbbing, my heart pounding, my nipples tingled with electricity.
I was so ashamed with myself, for what he’d made me do; I had never come like that before, I had never been fucked like that before.
Why was I so alive, why did I feel so good, and yet hurt so much?
I sat there in tears of confusion, staring at her spunk stained panties.
“ You’re going to pay for this ‘Christine’ I’m coming for you, I’ll find you.”
