I let him do me

I am a pretty determined individual who likes to get her way - hence the trip to South America that so many had warned me against. But I have a pretty strong sex drive too - hence the bi thing. So as you can imagine, there was a regular battle going on between my body and my mind.

My body burned with desire for this evil man, whilst my mind was determined to resist. I had always wondered which part of me was the strongest - my independent spirit or my passionate flesh. Under the control of this ugly degenerate I finally learned my true nature: The spirit might be willing, but the flesh was undeniably weak. I raised my ass to him and prepared for his assault.

When he saw how badly I needed his vile stinking prick, he leered at me. Then, with an evil gap-toothed grin, he spit on his hands and rubbed his saliva round my pussy. I found myself responding to his touch and wiggling my ass over his hand like some brain-dead cheerleader, desperate for his touch.

He cackled and withdrew his hand. I am ashamed to say that I actually stood on tiptoe in order to try and maintain contact. The ugly old brute looked down at my slim young body and knew that he could do with it as he pleased. What he chose to do next was to spit in my ass! He hawked back a great gob of phlegm and I felt it splatter into my anus. In my mind I was shocked by this insulting disregard for me as a person. But my body quivered in anticipation as I watched him grasp his big hideous prick.

Not the pussy then, but the ass. I wondered if I could take all of that fleshy monster. I felt it push at my anus, rubbing in the squelchy phlegm. I tried to relax my self as much as possible in preparation...

...But then he was gone again and I was once again left alone - not with relief, but with a strange sense of loss.

He had walked round in front of me and I looked up, my long brown hair falling away from my face like the opening of curtains. My brown eyes opened wide to take in the sight of the huge gnarled branch of his elderly cock. My nostrils flared at the stench of it. But again I am ashamed to say that my lips opened wide to surround it. I actually crawled towards him on my hands and knees, my mouth wide open as he danced backwards cackling with glee.

Then he stopped and solemnly held out his hand. I stopped in my tracks like a bitch who has reached the end of her leash. The filthy old man had obviously come to decision as to where he would assault me first.