Fat Bastard on Viagra

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I’m 23, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable, although we never did it as I wanted to wait. I want to tell you about something that happened to me 4 years ago.

As you may remember from the last story, I lost my job and I let my landlord, the old fat bastard, to fuck me in lieu of rent. He filled my pussy with spunk and treated me like a whore.

I spent the next three weeks looking for a new job, but with classes it was very difficult. I also started looking for a new apartment, but without a job very few landlords wanted to take the risk of not getting there rent. One of my friends, Kate, confessed that she found her room through a special website for lonely men. Instead of paying rent she fucked him once a week.

I explained to her that that was what I was trying to get away from. I didn’t want to prostitute myself. At first she took offense, but she insisted it wasn’t as bad as that. Unlike me, her landlord was I in his late 30s, good looking and a stock broker who worked 70 hours a week. He was kind and treated her well, but didn’t have time to date. He wasn’t always at home, which meant she had a big house to herself and sometimes, when he wanted to fuck, they did. Sometime, if he wanted a little extra he’d give her another £50 to suck his cock and swallow his load. or a £100 if he wanted to fuck her. At least she wasn’t having to fuck some old fat guy who treated her like he owned her.

She told me that her landlord had friends who were looking for a similar arrangement and I could even choose one I fancied.

I said no. Although, it seemed better than what I had, I hoped to get out of using my body like that and continued to look for something better. But the month was soon coming to an end and I knew I was about to be fucked by my fat landlord all over again and it was too late to do anything about it.

I was sat in the kitchen when he turned up as usual and as soon as stepped into the room he said “Do you have the money?”

I shook my head.

“Good,” he smiled because I’ve been looking forwards to getting a piece of that tight teenage pussy again.

He stepped up to me and pulled his dick out. It looked even bigger than the last time. Not longer, but thicker.

He grabbed hold of my head and tried to push his dick into my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“Suck my cock slut or start packing.”

I didn’t want it in my mouth. I mean, I liked sucking cock and I like the taste of sperm, but he was so disgusting and his dick smelt. I reluctantly opened my mouth and he started fucking my face. I gagged a couple of times as his dick hit the back of my throat. I’d never been face fucked like that. I’d sucked a few guys off in night clubs as a dare and sometimes the guys got carried away and got a bit rough; but nothing like this

“I haven’t wanked all week,” he said and pulled my hair. “Suck it slut. Make daddy spunk.” I realised then that he fantasised about fucking his daughter and her friends.

“Yes; make daddy cum, suck that cock you slut,” he groaned. Then suddenly he erupted in my mouth with a filthy grunt, spurt after spurt of hot spunk covered my tongue. I tried to spit it out but he held my mouth and squeezed my nose.

“Swallow my spunk like a good little cum slut.”

I swallowed his foul tasting load and thought, at least it’s over. But when I opened my eyes, his dick was still hard and hovering in front of me.

He looked down into my eyes and said, “Viagra. I’m going to get my moneys’ worth out of your pussy this time little girl.”

He lifted me onto the table and pushed my skirt up around my waste before yanking on my knickers and ripping them off. He pushed me back and ripped open my blouse, pulling my bra down to show my tits before squeezing them hard.

He pushed his fat cock into me in a single movement and I squealed in pain. Luckily his dick was still covered in cum and saliva or it would have rubbed me raw.

He pounded away faster than the last time, his balls banging against me. He pulled his shirt of so I could see his fat spotty chest. The ripples of skin flowing around his stomach with each thrust inside me.

“That pussy’s even better than I remember. Tell me how nice it is,” he demanded.

I said, “it nice,” in a low voice.

“Not like that cumslut. Say, I love your fat dick in my tight teenage pussy. Fuck me like a whore.”

I repeated what he said dozens of time until he groaned and filled my cunt with spunk.

He massaged my stomach for a minute as if coaxing every last drop of cum out of his cock and into my pussy. The he pulled it out and got dressed.

“It’s my son’s 16th birthday on Friday. I’m going to send him around here to pick up his present.”

“What present?” I demanded.

“Your pussy. I want you to let him fuck you and spunk in that cunt.”

“I just let you cum inside me twice.”

“Second time round isn’t worth a full £300,” he said referring to my rent. “Even if it is nice pussy, no whore is worth that much.”

I had little choice so I agreed and I waited for his son to turn up on Friday.

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