He gives her the choice

Max rubbed the old man's cock between her tits faster and faster. The tingling in her breasts grew more and more intense, slowly but surely developing into a tugging. Her pussy started itching again, too, her nectar starting to flow again, so much so that it started running down her inner thighs. Even her asshole, still sore from her adventure with the four guys from the ghetto, felt like it was dying for another round and Max was dying to fill it with Grandpa's cock in front of her.

She didn't know what the white powder he had **** on her was, she just knew it wasn't coke, but it heightened the natural horniness that came with her feline genes to unbearable levels. She lowered her head again, opened her mouth and began to stick out her tongue and lick it every time the old man's glans peeked out between her boobs. She didn't quite understand why she was so turned on, sitting here, in a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town, naked except for a pair of booties, on her knees, between the legs of a man who could easily be three or four times her size was old like her, whose name she didn't even know, and spoiled his cock with her tits like a cheap crack whore. No, she corrected herself, not like a crack whore, she WAS his crack whore.

For some inexplicable reason, these dirty thoughts turned her on even more, and she threw herself into her work with even greater enthusiasm. Chuckling and smacking, she sucked on the tip of the cock whenever she reached it. She heard the old man grunt happily and moaned,

"Oh yeah, that's good you little bitch! I like it that way! Show me how grateful you are to your Savior! You're good at that, aren't you? You like pampering big cocks, don't you, Latin whore? Come on, tell me!"

Without interrupting her activity for even a second, Max started the dirty talk: "Oh yeah smack... that's so cool mmmh... fuck me mmmmph.... I absolutely love your big haaah cock... do you wanna fuck me? nngh...in my sweet little cunt? Schlurp... and in my tight asshole? smack..." That's how she began, her flow of speech was only interrupted when the old man pushed his glans between her lips again. She enjoyed it, the stimulation of her breasts and lips had never made her as horny as it was in this moment.

She felt her cunt leaking and she just wished she had one hand free to play with her clit. Instead, she went about twirling her small, hard nipples while rubbing her boobs firmly over the old man's shaft. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the shivers of pleasure that the touch of his cock on her lips and breasts triggered. The room was filled with the old man's moaning, Max's sucking on his cock, their dirty talk and the slapping of the bottoms of her breasts on his loins.

She lost her sense of time again and she couldn't have told if she was serving him like that for ten minutes or an hour when he eventually stopped her. In the meantime, his cock was well moistened by her saliva, since it had run down it during her wet blowjob, and her udders were also covered by her spit and glistened wetly in the light.

Determinedly, he pulled his penis out of the valley of her breasts and began slapping it in her face over and over again. Max shut her eyes and mouth tightly and grimaced as she endured the humiliating procedure.

The old man, on the other hand, enjoyed this display of his dominance and also began to humiliate her verbally: "So, you little ghetto whore, that made you hot, didn't it? Suck my big cock? I can see how your juices flow, you dirty Latina whore! You're so depraved, I'm actually doing you a favor if you can suck my pleasure stick, you bitch! You should be begging me to fuck your whore holes!”

Max whimpered softly at these hurtful attacks on her pride and didn't say anything for now. Only when he slapped her harder and harder with his cock did she swallow hard and then began:

"Oh please, you horny stud, please fuck me! Fuck me in my holes until I can't walk for weeks! Please! I need this!”

The old man grinned and stopped hitting her, instead resting the tip of his tail on her face, drawing small circles across her cheeks, nose, and forehead.

"All right, my little ghetto bitch!", he said, bubbling with arrogance, "I'll grant you your wish! I will stretch your holes so much that you will be able to hear the echo in your asshole afterwards!” With these words he stood up and grabbed her tightly on the upper arm and threw her vigorously onto the sofa.

Max landed rudely face first in the stuffy pillows and just as she was about to sit up and protest, she felt the old bastard's bony hand on the back of her head, which she pressed forcefully into the seat cushion, with her nose right in the spot, the moments his wrinkly buttocks had been soaked in sweat before. Max instinctively wanted to push him away, attack him and break something for him doing that to her, but she was able to stop herself at the last moment. After all, she was not only in his debt, she was also dependent on him for her situation, after all she was in a really bad part of town, still had no clothes and no idea how to get home from here. So she had **** but to endure the humiliating behavior, to press her face further into the cushion, to breathe the musty air and to hope that the old man didn't treat her too roughly.

For the show, she began to fidget a little, like she was a helpless, scared little girl and not a genetically enhanced super soldier. She heard the old man cackling laughing at her attempts and slapping her outstretched bottom a few times until she gave up and calmed down. Then she felt him run the fingers of his other hand through her dripping wet cunt, spreading her juices all over her wrinkly asshole.

"Well you Latina slut," she heard him say, "Which of your two fuck holes would you like to have stuffed first?" Her mind was racing as she tried to decide which hole she wanted to have mated first. Her cunt twitching with anticipation? Or rather her sensitive butt hole