Kylie zoned out, trying to ignore the arousal in her groin from the men’s teasing hands on her breasts. A softly spoken question from James brought her attention fully, horrifyingly back into the room.
‘Actually, do you want to fuck her now?’ James asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
‘Why, I’d love to,’ Mr Dennings said, a possessive hand closing around Kylie’s breast. ‘Stand up, whore.’
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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 12
[Kylie’s Obedience contains fictional stepfather-daughter incest, forced breeding, female degradation and submission. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Kylie’s Obedience’ is here.]
‘Why, I’d love to fuck her,’ Mr Dennings, the hotel manager, said, a possessive hand closing around Kylie’s breast. ‘Stand up, whore.’
‘No, please,’ Kylie muttered, but she let him pull her to her feet, one hand on her breast, one hand on her upper arm. I’m not a whore, she thought, her brain running at a million miles an hour. She couldn’t believe this was happening, how could James just offer her to this man?
James’ words from last night rang in her memory, and she shivered, hating him.
Maybe I should hire you out. Make you my whore in truth.
I’ll take you to old men’s clubs for them to use you. They can thrust their hungry old man dicks into you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
She whimpered softly to herself at how much the thought of that actually turned her on.
Mr Dennings pulled her close to him, almost into an embrace, and she moaned to feel the warmth of the stranger’s body so close to her.
‘I’m going to have some fun inside your body,’ he said, his words a caress, as his hungry hands slid slowly down her torso. ‘But you like that, don’t you? You like pleasing cock, don’t you, darling?’
‘I…’ Kylie broke off. ‘I don’t want this,’ she muttered, her voice not sounding convincing even to herself. She didn’t want him to fuck her but she didn’t dislike the idea enough to actually tell James to fuck off.
‘She’s a whore,’ James said bluntly, overriding any attempt by Kylie to resist. ‘She likes old men rutting with her. She likes being put in her place,’ he continued. ‘She just doesn’t know it yet. But I’ll teach her. She’ll be the sweetest slut you’ve ever seen, eventually.’
‘I’m not,’ Kylie whimpered miserably, feeling Mr Denning’s hands stroking her butt before sliding down her thigh.
‘Heh,’ the man chuckled, holding her closer to him. ‘Your stepfather says differently. Anyway, I don’t really care what you want, my girl. I want you. Watching you and touching you has made me hard. And guess what?’ he asked, stroking her ribs with his thumb as he held her against him. ‘I’m going to get what I want.’
‘Please don’t,’ Kylie begged again, flushing as she felt the man’s hard cock riding against her abdomen through his clothes.
‘Be quiet, girl,’ James snapped, leaning back in his breakfast chair, his coffee in his hand. ‘Mr Dennings is a very old friend of mine. He also manages this hotel. If I say he can stick his dick into you, then he gets to stick his dick into you. And you’ll lie back and take it, is that clear?’
Kylie flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, but she let Mr Dennings hold her close to him, shivering as he ran his hands across her skin.
‘You’re a sweet armful, darling,’ he said, stroking a piece of her hair behind her ear. ‘Your stepfather’s right. You just need a little training in how treat a man properly. Now, get down there.’
He swung her away from him as he spoke, using his purchase on her hips to move her easily. Kylie shrieked as he pushed her upper body forward. She cried out as he controlled her descent down to the breakfast table, her naked breasts landing across his half-eaten full English breakfast.
She flinched to feel egg yolk from his plate smearing across her breasts. She felt filthy and gross, her breasts lying in the remains of his toast and sausages and bacon. Behind her, she heard Mr Dennings loosening his trousers, undoing his zipper and then she heard the crackle of a condom wrapper.
At least he’s not going to fuck me bare, she thought, hating how James was just sitting watching her get fucked by this man. James knew she didn’t want this but James didn’t care. Giving his friend a favour was more important than what she wanted.
Way too soon she felt Mr Denning’s cock probing at her pussy, his hands on her hips controlling her.
‘She’s wet,’ he grunted, running his head up and down past her labia. Kylie moaned, hating him, hating James. She felt so invaded right now. She couldn’t believe this was happening. This time the previous day she had been having breakfast with her mother, completely clueless that this humiliation was waiting in the wings for her.
Mr Dennings didn’t mess around — soon he was probing at her entrance, pushing his head into her before pulling back out, teasing his tip on her cunt. She still ached after the long night of sex with James, her cunt protesting at being invaded again, her tissues sensitive and tender.
Mr Denning teased himself in her wetness for a long time, humming softly underneath his breath, his hands on her hips, while James sat and drank his coffee, watching with an amused smirk on his face.
‘Say ‘thank you’, Kylie,’ he said after a long while, catching her eyes with his where her head was sitting on the table. ‘Thank this kind man for rutting with you. I’ll let him and his clients fuck you bare later, once you’ve got my baby growing inside you.’
‘I hate you,’ Kylie whispered, wanting to cry as Mr Denning kept teasing her entrance, pushing himself deeper inside now with each thrust.
‘Say ‘thank you’,’ James said again, his voice stern. ‘Obey me, girl. Dammit, I’ll teach you politeness if it’s the last thing I do.’
‘Thank you,’ Kylie whispered, tears sliding down her face. She felt so humiliated right now — bent forward by a stranger across the breakfast table, his hard dick pushing into her and being forced to thank him.
‘That’s better,’ James said. ‘Sometimes I wonder how we didn’t teach you more politeness. You’ll learn better manners from me, my girl.’
Mr Dennings was fucking Kylie properly now, thrusting hard into her deep inner wall, before pulling almost all the way out, and ramming himself home again. His hands held her hips still for him, but Kylie could still feel her body sliding back and forth across the jam and toast and other breakfast remains beneath her. One of her breasts slid into a small bowl of jam, and she wanted to cry at how degraded she felt.
The man inside her was rough, his dick not as big as James’ but still long and thick. As he sped up, fucking her hard so that the breakfast table shook and the dishes rattled, Kylie still couldn’t believe her stepfather had let this man fuck her.
Mr Dennings came inside her with a wordless, guttural groan and Kylie gasped out loud, feeling overwhelmed at the thought that she had let a man who was basically a stranger cum inside her.
The man pulled out of her after a long while, slapping her carelessly on the butt.
‘You enjoy her?’ James asked, sniggering. ‘I sure did. Again and again. Didn’t I, darling?’
Kylie flushed with humiliation, not answering him.
‘Yeah,’ Mr Denning said from behind her, his voice still a bit rushed from his exercise. ‘She sure is a sweet fuck.’ He slapped her rear end again and Kylie blushed, mortified.
‘Send her to me whenever you want her to get laid. I won’t have any difficulty finding a man who wants to bang her for the night.’
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