Yes…

Erin slowly walks back towards Monty in the bathroom. She can’t help but notice the man’s cock has hardened since she first entered.

She looked Monty in the face, “where is Kemper?”

Monty smiled lazily back at Erin, “my mind is a bit cloudy. If you can help ‘jog’ it. I’m sure I can find your friend for you,” as he spoke his cock flexed slightly lifting its engorging head invitingly towards Erin.

Disgust ran through her but so did fear. This old man for as creepy as he was, knew where Kemper was or at least who had taken him and Erin didn’t want to be all alone here. She walked towards Monty.

“No no no, don’t walk over here. Crawl.” A shudder went through Erin, was she really about to do this? This man was old enough to be her father or maybe even her grandfather…. Slowly she sunk to her knees and crawled towards Monty. “Now that’s a good girl”. Erin felt something at Monty’s words, a twinge of heat? A small shock through her body that settled on her most intimate places? Erin had never been called a ‘good girl’ before and it sounded so weird, so foreign, but oh so nice.

Erin arrived between Monty’s thighs and saw his member standing at attention. She looked up at Monty as he smiled down at her. His grin showing how many teeth he had lost over his lifetime. Erin closed her eyes as she brought her head down to him. She smelled his stench. He reeked of canned food and sweat, as she got closer she felt the heat radiating off his manhood. Tentatively she opened her mouth. Slowly she felt him enter her throat Erin was surprised that it was larger than it looked originally and she had to stretch her mouth further to accommodate him. His cock tasted awful but she continued her task and played with his head with her tongue. Swirling it around as she slowly took him deeper and deeper into her throat.

Monty let out a moan which encouraged Erin to continue her ministrations. Erin had given blowjobs before but she had never actually had sex. She had seen plenty of videos online so she knew what men liked and tried to put that into practice. Monty moaned again, “that’s a good girl. Keep it up.” Again with him calling her a good girl Erin felt that heat build between her legs. She found her hand slowly sliding down to her jeans and she began to rub herself in rhythm to her sucking. The room felt hot, humid, and the scent of the naughtiness filled the air. Erin was lost to the pleasure of rubbing herself while taking Monty into her throat. She felt Monty grab her hair and slowly pull her further onto his cock. Erin gagged as her airway was cut off with his engorged member. Erin felt panic rising in her as she couldn’t breath. Her vision began to fade as she tried to withdraw from his thick vainy shaft. As Erin felt her strength leave her the cock in her throat twitched and liquid shot out of it. With a sudden release of her head Erin collapsed to the floor, semen coating her throat and mouth as more of it followed her to the floor. She laid there struggling to move as her body greedily sucked in air.

“Now that was good work from a good girl,” came Montys voice as he laughed. Then as Erin laid there she felt warm… rain? Land on her. Erin looked up confused and suddenly realized to late that it wasn’t rain. Monty was pissing on her. She was to exhausted to move and her arms wouldn’t listen as she felt his urine splash across her entire body. Soaking her neat white shirt. Erin moaned slightly, partly in arousal and partly due to the oxygen deprivation she had endured.

Erin closed her eyes slightly to keep the urine from getting in them and listens to Monty rummaging around. Erin assumed he was trying to get back into his wheelchair when she felt his hands start to touch her and grope her. Erin sluggishly attempted to fight him off but soon found her arms at her side pinned with a belt? Or some other leather like material. Next she felt a cold piece of metal slide across her chest then thighs. Erin tried to open her mouth and see what was happening but the stinging feeling of the urine made her keep them tightly shut. She felt cool air hit her chest and realized he must have cut her shirt off, then she felt the same thing in her legs. Luckily she get her boots still on her feet. But unluckily she also felt that breeze on her now exposed ass and pussy.

Erin opened her mouth to protest but as she did she felt something stuffed into her mouth, “hurmph? Mrgh? Mhy phantys?”

Monty laughed at Erin’s attempt to communicate and continued in his work. Erin then felt another peace of leather attach to her neck with a click noise followed by the sound of chain. Monty finally wiped Erin’s eyes clear of urine (and semen) so she could open them. Monty had clambered back into his wheelchair and there was a chain leash attached to it. To Erin horror the leash ran all the way to the leather collar around her neck. Monty tugged on the leash and **** Erin to her shaky legs.

Finally as Erin got to her feet she could see herself in a mirror, a band of leather around her waist had her arms pinned at her sides, her own panties stuffed in her mouth, a collar and leash attached to this old man’s wheelchair so he can lead her around like a dog and thick globs of cum drying on her face and hair. This situation has gone from bad to worse.