You don’t dare to pull out

Looking at your reflection you sigh, ‘I can’t leave now…’ you think as you consider your options. Mr. Crassle would be so upset if you pulled out now, and you don’t want to upset him… ‘He could still show mom those pictures and the videos from today’ you tell yourself, but only to avoid admitting that for some reason you really want to please him…

You turn away from the mirror, squat over the toilet and push a couple of fingers into your used hole, removing as much of Mr. Crassle two loads swimming inside of you. ‘If I’m to get knocked up today, chances are it’s already happened…’ you say to yourself as you wipe yourself before flushing the toilet, no longer considering if, but making excuses as to why. ‘I do wanna model… if I leave that’ll likely be over, and why risk that if there’s a chance that some sperm has found one of my eggs already?’ you take a deep breath and look yourself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom again.

You can hear the three old men talking in the lounge as you step out of the bathroom, your body tingling with excitement after cleaning yourself and thinking about what lays ahead. You feel a bit of nervous butterflies in your stomach and the now very familiar feeling of a tingling in your loins and your nipples hardening as you move back to the lounge to give yourself to the three men.

“There she is!” Jerry exclaim when you enter the lounge again, both old men has discarded their clothes and is standing naked with a glass in hand.

“Good, let’s get this party started!” Mr. Crassle says with enthusiasm and walk to you, he’s still wearing his silk robe, “All ready doll?” he ask as he puts an arm around you, “You took long enough, remember your place girl… these men are our guests!” he whispers a little angrily in your ear.

“Sorry, sir…” you mumble as he guides you towards the two old geezers, pulling the robe off your body he push you naked into the arms of the two.

“Now, don’t you worry little girl… we might be up there in terms of age, but we’ll give you all the cock a nasty young whore like you need, okay?” Jerry say, speaking a little as if he was a concerned uncle, but degrading you all the same.

“Uhm… thanks” you reply as the two men fondles your body, a predatory look in their eyes. ‘Why did you thank him Joy!’ you mind screams at you, ‘He just called you whore goddamit!’

“Yeah, those big titties!” Gerry grunt as he pulls at your nipples, bringing a muffled yelp from you as Jerry meanwhile has put his mouth over yours and is forcing his tongue down your throat, making you gag from his cigarette breath.

“Now get on your pretty knees, slut” Jerry say as he pull back, your mouth open in gasp and he take advantage of it by spitting into your mouth and giving you a light slap.

Degraded and humiliated you sink to your knees, shocked at the treatment you almost feel like crying but Gerry push his old wrinkly cock at your lips, making you forget about it. A hand on the back of your head forces your mouth all the way into his groin making you gag, both from the cock in your throat and the disgusting pubes tickling you nose.

“Yes, suck it!” Jerry grunts standing beside his friend. He grab your hand and place it onto his own cock and soon you’re moving from cock to cock, drool hanging from each cock and some pouring down your naked chest.

Mr. Crassle joins after a few minutes and the men let you move from cock to cock. They make you swallow it all and pinch you nose shut, holding you down for a long time before letting you pull back, spluttering and gasping, before the next man repeats the process.

“Let me get some of that tight pussy!” Jerry demands at one point and as to not keep anyone out of the action the men make you straddle Jerry. You only have time to lower yourself onto him before Gerry kneels behind you and **** his cock past your anal sphincter.

“Ow… easy boys…” you groan, to which they only reply with a snicker and Jerry twist your breast, an evil glare in his eyes as they begin to piston into you. Stunned you concede defeat and let them have their way. So when Mr. Crassle steps in front of you and present his cock you’re actually please to have something else to focus on, and you do sucking him with gusto.

A long day of hard sex has you both physical and emotionally exhausted so much of the night’s activities seem like a blur. Gerry pulls away before he cums, while Jerry pulls you down as he fills you to the brim with a loud animalistic grunt. Then he rolls you over and Gerry spread you legs and pounds you until he too shoot a warm load inside of you. Mr. Crassle then takes you and makes you lay in a comfy chair. Kneeling on the floor in front of you he fucks you hard, tugging your nipples and fondling you every curve until he adds another load of cum to your cream filled pussy.

This goes on for a long time, the men drinking and talking like they were in some country-club, while each stepping over to you and taking a turn. You lose track of how many time each of them has taken you and how much baby juice is now swimming inside of you, but your pussy is a sticky mess as cum pours out.

Sometimes they move you into other positions, at time more than one take you at the same time until at around 3 or 4 in the night the men carry you outside to the deck and back into the hot-tub where the night started.

“Damn fine bitch she is!” Jerry laughs as you sit in his lap, the two other men sitting on different sides of the hot tub.

“The best…” Mr. Crassle agree smoking on a large cigar, you feel your body blush as Jerry gropes you. ‘Why do I feel like this?’ your mind wonders, for some reason any compliment from Mr. Crassle makes you feel good.

The men’s craving for your body is quickly back in full **** and you’re passed around the hot tub. The night ends on one of the deckchairs next to the hot tub, were you half-consciously stare into the night sky as each man takes turns with you, the chatter of the two other men in the hot tub in the background.

In the morning the two old men is finally worn out and leaves the house, promising to keep in touch which make your stomach turn. Mr. Crassle cradles you in his arms, carries you upstairs and inadvertently you snuggle into his body drift to sleep. You awake with a gasp as he walks into the shower with you, cleaning your tired body before taking you into his bed.

Groaning, you turn in the soft sheets, a ray of light hits you as you open your eyes. You sit up and look around it takes a few moments for you to remember where you are. Mr. Crassle’s master bedroom, in his huge soft bed, and you’re alone… You remember him taking you to bed and he rode you at least once, shooting a final load inside of you.

‘God, how much cum did I take…’ you mind ask, very alarmed at the more and more likeliness that you’re gonna be a mom. You see a note on Mr. Crassle’s pillow and pick it up.

“Good morning doll. I thrust you had a good time? Here’s some money for a cab for you. Some food in the kitchen, lock up when you leave and call me later.

• Hugh”

  “Ouch…” you wince as you take the money and get out of bed. Your body is incredible sore and your belly growls in hunger so you head downstairs to find something to eat.

  Naked you enter the kitchen and find some food. Having satisfied your hunger you take a quick look around the lower floor, still naked. You’re interrupted by the sound of your phone and you follow the sound, finding it in the lounge.

  “Hallo?” you pick up, “Oh, hi mom!” you blush, talking with your mom while naked and the evidence of last night can be seen on the floor and smelled in the air. “Yeah, it was great at Cindy’s… sure I can do that… see you, bye!” you finish the call.

  Glad your mom seemingly isn’t suspecting anything as you agree to do some shopping for her. You call for a cab and pull your dress on. Being dressed is almost uncomfortable you think as you wait for the car to arrive. ‘Now I gotta do my chores, but then I need a nice and quite night tonight!’ the reasonable side of you says, but still you consider calling Mr. Crassle straight away…