Emma's new food source

The cab was dark, engine ticking softly as it cooled. Wayne’s bulk filled the bunk, his back to her. Emma slid in behind him, trembling from hunger and cold, pressing her soft, naked flesh into the ridge of his spine. For a moment she thought he had slipped too deep into sleep. Then his voice came, low and gravelly.

“Tell me another story.”

Her breath caught. Her cunt clenched hard.

She pressed her lips close to his ear, her hand sliding around his waist, fingers brushing the thickness of his cock beneath his shorts. She whispered, voice already breaking.

“It was after I’d left school… I’d been sent to this finishing academy. Posh as anything, but absurd, like a parody of school. All of us were made to wear uniforms. The boys in grey trousers, stiff blazers, ties knotted tight against their throats. Us girls in white socks to the knee, tiny plaid skirts, and blouses so small they’d never fit over my tits. Buttons forever straining, fabric pulling, nipples showing through every time the air turned cold.”

Her hand dipped lower, curling around his shaft, already thickening. She stroked slowly as she spoke, her breath hot on his cheek.

“One afternoon a group of us slipped away behind the main building, into the woods. The ground smelled of damp moss and leaves. That’s when we found it, a broken branch jutting from a tree, about waist height. Rounded at the end. Fat. Hard. Shaped like a bloody great cock. The boys laughed. Dared me. Said a stuck-up slut like me wouldn’t dare touch it. But I did. I always bloody did.”

Wayne groaned low in his throat.

Emma’s whisper dropped to a hiss, filthy, hungry.

“I hiked up my skirt, slid my panties down, tiny little white things, wet through already, spat in my palm and smeared it over the branch. And then… I lowered myself. Slow. So slow. The bark was rough, the head blunt, and when it **** me open, Christ, I nearly screamed. Pain. Sharp. But pleasure too. My cunt gripping wood like it was cock, deeper than I’d ever taken. My thighs shook, but I didn’t stop. I bounced on it, grinding down, letting them all watch me stretch myself raw.”

Her hand worked him harder now, sliding slick with pre-cum.

“They cheered. The lads, all still in their blazers, ties undone, pulling their cocks out right there in the woods. Wanking themselves red-faced while I rode that branch like a bitch in heat. My blouse split, buttons flying, tits spilling free, bra cutting into me. Nipples hard as stone. I clawed at my chest while I fucked that tree. And then…”

Her voice turned breathless, filthier, faster.

“A group of workmen, rough bastards, hard hats, boots, filthy hands, heard the noise and came over. Didn’t stop us. Just stood around and watched, cocks out in seconds. And when I started moaning, they all joined in. Wanking. Groaning. Spraying. One by one. My tits, my face, my bloody school blouse drenched in hot spunk. It stung my eyes. It soaked my hair. I was covered, dripping, gasping like a whore. And I came, God help me, I came hard, grinding myself raw on that branch while they pumped their filthy seed all over me.”

Wayne shifted, his cock jerking in her grip. She squeezed harder, breath fast.

“When it was over, I realised I was stuck, the branch still buried inside me. Couldn’t pull off. My thighs shook too hard. I asked for help. One of the workmen laughed, said he’d do it, but only if he could use my tits. He grabbed my nipples, just the nipples, and dragged me up by them, hard. Christ, the pain, white-hot, tearing through me. But the branch slipped free, my cunt burning, stretched and dripping. I screamed… and came again. Pain and pleasure twisted into one.”

Emma’s hand tightened, stroking Wayne to the edge, her voice feral now.

“When I finally stumbled home, my clothes were ruined. My blouse burst. My skin streaked with cum. My panties gone, stolen as a trophy I think. I stank of spunk and sweat and wood shavings. And that was the night I learned… cock isn’t just for pleasure. It’s food. Protein. Life. I licked every drop off my skin. I swallowed it. And I wanted more.”

As she hissed the last word, Wayne’s cock jerked violently in her fist, thick ropes of semen spilling hot over her hand. Emma moaned and immediately lifted her hand to her lips, sucking his cum off her fingers, licking her palm, greedy and starving.

When the last of his seed was gone, she slumped against his back, panting.

“That’s my protein,” she whispered hoarsely. “From now on, I’ll live on it. Spunk and shame. That’s all I need.”