Free Wicked Obsession by Ray Gordon Page B

chair. ‘It’s been years since I’ve had my cock in a dirty slut’s tight little cunny.’
    ‘I’ll take her mouth,’ Alan breathed, moving to the front of the chair and lifting Anne’s head up. ‘Two cocks, Anne,’ he said with a chuckle as he pressed his purple plum against her pursed lips. ‘Who’s a lucky little slut, then?’
    Before she could answer, he’d pushed his swollen knob into her wet mouth. The other old man drove his erect penis deep into the contracting sheath of her teenage vagina and she breathed heavily through her nose, wondering what she’d become. From a relatively innocent eighteen-year-old girl she’d turned into a wanton whore, a filthy slut. She’d enjoyed the sex, the danger and excitement, but this wasn’t what she’d planned. This was all Hayley’s fault, she thought as the double-ended fucking rocked her young body.
    ‘You’re a little beauty,’ Brian gasped, repeatedly ramming his bulbous knob against her creamy-wet cervix. ‘You’re a dream come true.’
    ‘I told you that she was a horny little tart,’ Alan said triumphantly. ‘You love it, don’t you, Anne?’
    Moaning through her nose, Anne pondered on his words.
A horny little tart
. Never had she dreamed that she’d become a tart and allow two old men to push their solid cocks into her young body. But what worried her most was that she was enjoying the crude sex acts. Her pussy milk squelching with the crude double shafting as she sucked and mouthed on the swollen knob bloating her pretty mouth, she knew that she could never give up her exciting new way of life.
    Brian announced that he was coming as Alan’s knob swelled within her gobbling mouth, and Anne felt her clitoris swell and her young womb contract as her own orgasm welled from the depth of her pelvis. This was wrong, she thought, her naked body shaking uncontrollably as her vaginal duct flooded with the old man’s creamy sperm. Her mouth overflowing with Alan’s spunk, she tried to comprehend her uncharacteristic behaviour but then her orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of her clitoris.
    ‘More, more,’ she gasped as her young body rocked with the double-ended shafting.
    ‘You’ll have plenty more,’ Brian breathed as he grabbed her shapely hips and repeatedly drove his throbbing knob deep into her spasming sex sheath.
    ‘You’ll be drowning in spunk before we’ve finished with you,’ Alan added.
    Her eyes rolling, her breathing fast and shallow, Anne cried out in the grip of her illicit ecstasy as she rode the crest of her incredible climax. The men gasped as they shafted each end of her young body and drained their swinging balls and Anne knew that, in their eyes, she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be used and abused. But she was coming to accept her new role, and she wondered whether she could make some money from selling her services to sad and lonely old men.
    Prostitution. The word battered her tormented mind as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to the core. The penises were hard, shafting her pretty mouth and her young vagina, and Anne thought again that she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be fucked. She hadn’t taken money for sex, she reflected. But this was as good as prostitution. A cocktail of her sex milk and sperm streaming down her inner thighs, her mouth overflowing as she did her best to swallow the male cream, she wondered how far she’d go in her debauchery. Would she take a cock into her young pussy as another forced its way deep into her tight rectum? she mused anxiously as her orgasm faded. How far would she go in the name of sexual degradation?
    As the men slipped their deflating penises out of her trembling body, Anne hauled her trembling body upright and wiped her sperm-glossed lips with the back of her hand. The men chuckled and talked about her as if she wasn’t there, and she knew that she had to put a stop to her debauchery. Grabbing her clothes and dressing,