Why the hell not

“Sure Hank that’s really sweet of you, my name is Alison,” You accept as you open his rusty door with a sharp pull and take a seat on the stained cloth.

As you shut the door Hank drives off. As you drive you learn more about Hank. He works as an over road trucker and is home for a few days before his next leave. He smokes nearly two packs a day as evident by the smell of his car and most importantly he has a son the same age as you that attends the same high school. Before long you realized that you weren’t heading in the direction of downtown, instead Hank was pulling into a lower income housing complex.

“Well here we are sweetheart,” Hank said as he pulled into the dirt driveway of a rundown single story bungalow.

“I thought you were taking me downtown?” You asked. At any point you knew you could use your powers to get out of this, but you were curious to see what this man had in plan.

“Oh trust me baby you’ll be going downtown alright,” Hank replied with a sneer. You watched as he stepped out of the car walked around to your side and then yanked you out as well. You cooperated as he pulled you through the front door into his bungalow.

Inside the house was just as dirty as his car. Take out containers, dirty plates, and empty beer and liquor bottles littered every corner. The carpets were stained with ash and food and the air stunk with stale cigarette smoke. As soon as Hank shut the entrance locking you inside, he had his hands wrapped around your slender body and his lips planted on yours. You open your mouth to accept his tongue as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and draw him closer. His breath stinks like cigarettes, but you savour the kiss, his tongue entangled with yours, and his hands that had made their way under your dress and were now kneading your unprotected ass.

“I’m going to turn you into a cum loving slut,” Hank whispered in your ear as he broke off your kiss and lead you to his bedroom.

Inside the bedroom it was just as littered as the rest of the house. Only one small window let light in, so the whole atmosphere was dark and grungy. In the centre lay an old stained mattress with a dome drawers and a mirror to the right. On the left was a small sliding door closet. Once you were inside Hank started stripping out of his clothes. You took the cue to do the same and slowly slid out of your summer dress. Your perky C-cup tits sprang free as you were left in only your tiny thong and sandals. The sandals you quickly slipped off, but the thong you took your time, making it as sexy as possibly for Hank.

By the time you looked up Hank was already naked and eyeing you hungrily. His beer gut protruded proudly and his chest was covered in thick hair. His body type was thin, except for his gut, so he didn’t seem to have much muscle on him. As you looked down at this hairy unkept bottom, you noticed his 6-inch cock standing ready. It was a darker shade than the rest of his skin, covered in veins, and angry with anticipation.

“Lie down on the bed and spread your legs,” Hank commands roughly.

You do as your told and lie down on your back and slowly spread your legs open, revealing your glistening virgin pussy.

“How many dicks have you had up there bitch?” Hank asked, approaching you and placing a few fingers on your slit.

“None! I’m a virgin,” you gasp through moans as he slowly starts to work his finger up and down the entrance of your whole. All you could think about was having him planted deep inside you.

“A virgin! Ahaha I love breaking new pussy in,” Hank laughed as he bent as head downed took a long lick of your slit.

The sensation of his tongue entering your pussy sent electric shocks down your spine. You had never felt this good before and you showed it by overflowing like a faucet. The licking only lasted around a minute before Hank got bored of the activity. He lied back on the bed beside you and started to stroke his rock hard cock.

“You’re wet enough bitch get over here and suck my cock,” he demanded. Though you were disappointed to have him stop going down on you, you were quick to obey him and got on your hands and knees as you slowly lowered your head to his prick.

“Yes sir,” You whispered meekly, slipping into a submissive role.

Tentatively you lowered your head and took a quick sniff of his groin. It smelled of sweat and dried cum, a scent you now found strangely intoxicating. Slowly you took his raging prick into your hands, feeling the veins of his dark skin dick pulsing in your grip. You slowly bring the head to your lips and plant a soft, but deep kiss on his mushroom. Seductively you let the tip of your tongue out and begin to circle it softly around his bulbous head. As Hank begins to moan in satisfaction you open you mouth wide and slip the first few inches of his cock in, beginning to suck hard as you do. His cock tastes just as it smells, revolting, yet you savour it all the same.

You start to bob you head up and down, maintaining tight suction on his shaft. You take the moans escaping Hank’s lips as a sign you are doing a good job, and use that signal as a direction to start putting your tongue back into use. You slowly allow your tongue to blanket Hank’s engulfed cock, and slide it along the length that’s inserted inside your mouth. Using you knowledge of the male anatomy, you worked Hank’s hard prick for over 10 minutes slurping his dong as far as your virgin throat would let you. You only removed his cock to lick its length or show his balls so love, leaving them dipping with your saliva. You learned early on that breathing threw your nose was essential if you planned on taking his full length down your throat.

Between your sucking and fondling of Hank's balls you would look up to take in the expression of your new lover's face. Between his moans of pleasures and his looks of lust at you, you felt a sensation you had never felt before. You wanted to bring this man pleasure. Your own happiness didn't matter anymore, as long as this man was satisfied. You convinced yourself that you would do anything to satisfy Hank's needs. All you needed to do was take the last step.

“Enough whore!” Hank finally commanded, “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs, it’s about time I ripped open that pussy!”