Suck My Big Tits Pt. 11

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I was in a world of trouble. We’d been back from our trip for less than a week when Daddy came home from work early and found Jamie and me twisted up in a dyke 69.

Daddy was enraged that we’d dare fuck without his permission. He was always very generous with his permission, he reminded us, but permission was required. It’s one of Daddy’s strict house rules.

He told us he was dismissing us permanently from his harem of busty sluts. I’d never seen him so angry. Even so, he couldn’t keep himself from ogling our huge naked breasts, and he had a massive erection. I knew he wanted to suck and fuck them, and eat our assholes, and make us pay for our transgressions by drilling his big dick up our misbehaving asses. He always punished us with a hard buttfucking. I’d come to love it.

Jamie and I saw him staring at our tits and we both started to cry. “Please,” we begged in unison. “Pleeeeeease, Daddy. Don’t kick us out.”

After a few moments of our sniffling and begging, Daddy relented slightly. He offered a punishment instead of dismissal, but he said the punishment would be severe and we wouldn’t like it one bit. We would be punished separately and it would be humiliating.

Jamie and I agreed to whatever punishment Daddy wanted. To seal the deal, Daddy bent us over and took turns pounding our naughty little asses as we squealed with relief and delight. When he blew his load up Jamie’s ass, he smiled down at me proudly as I sucked his cum right out of her asshole.

*****

Two weeks later and it was time for my punishment. I was in the passenger seat of Daddy’s sports car with my top pulled up and my bra pulled down, exposing my giant, wobbling H cups. He was driving us somewhere, but I didn’t know our destination. It was late and I didn’t care where we were going, really. I was focusing on the massive bulge in the front of Daddy’s pants. He looked over at me and nodded slightly.

“Suck,” he commanded, and it was the only word I want to hear. I reached over and undid Daddy’s pants, pulling his huge, rock-hard cock out and leaning over into his lap, ready to take his whole footlong cock down my throat. (Another one of Daddy’s rules is that whomever sits in the front seat has to deepthroat him as he drives. We sluts always fight for the chance to sit up front.)

Daddy put his hand on the back of my head and forced my mouth down onto his rod. He pushed down hard and I opened my throat to accept his entire fat tool. It slid in easily. Once Daddy’s balls were resting against my chin, I reached up to stroke them as I began bobbing up and down on his cock, drooling rivulets of thick saliva all over his shaft. Daddy started to talk as I sucked and slurped.

“Slut. You have no idea what you’re in for tonight,” he said threateningly. “Good girl. Suck Daddy just like that…yes. Who knows, slut? You might never want to see me again after tonight.”

I gagged and choked as I sucked on Daddy’s big dick, but I kept a steady pace. He was about to nut, I realized. I sucked faster and harder, my mind racing. What punishment could possibly make me never want to see him again?

Daddy groaned and blasted his huge load down my throat, swearing, swerving slightly on the road. I took wave after wave of his hot cream into my mouth and against the back of my throat. My favorite snack. When he finished, I sat up, still facing him, and opened my mouth so he could see my tongue coated in his cum. Then I swallowed every drop. My very favorite snack.

I looked ahead to the road, my bare nipples hardening under the blast from the air conditioner. I pulled my bra up and my top down reluctantly, covering my giant breasts, wishing Daddy would suck and fondle them.

I didn’t even have a guess as to where we were going. We were on the highway and we’d been driving for a while. It was after midnight. Hmm. Was he taking me to the woods to rape me? But that wouldn’t be a punishment, as far as I’m concerned. You can’t rape the willing.

Then Daddy turned his blinker on, indicating he was about to exit the highway. And I saw it. A certain sense of foreboding washed over me.

A truck stop.

*****

I was wearing a short skirt with thigh-high stockings and tall spiked heels. All black. My halter top was tiny and made my tits look huge. Daddy was staring at them, looking thoughtful. He had chosen a parking spot away from the entrance to the truck stop, and at the moment we were enjoying relative privacy. There were trucks all around us, though, and I had an uneasy feeling that there were men inside, watching us.

Finally, still staring at my rack, Daddy smiled. “Take your top off, honey,” he says. I obeyed him, whipping my top off and exposing my big titties in their black lace bra. “Bra, too,” he commanded. I removed it, feeling them bounce aggressively upon release.

Yes, I could definitely feel eyes on me, and not just Daddy’s.

Daddy illegal bahis produced a zip-tie and told me to put my hands behind my back, and when I did, he reached over and bound my wrists together tightly. Then he leaned over and treated me to a deep kiss, slowly fondling each of my huge, sensitive breasts as he tongued my mouth.

Then, just like that, he told me to get out of the car.

“What do you mean, Daddy?” I stammered, bewildered. “Topless?”

“That’s exactly what I mean, cunt. This is your punishment. I’m leaving you at a truck stop with your huge titties bouncing around for the whole world to see, and you can’t even cover them up because your hands are bound.

“You’re sure to get raped at least once, but I’m hoping you get raped by several of these guys.” He motioned to the big rigs all around us. “And by the way, if you tell Jamie anything about this, you will be dismissed permanently. After I beat you. She’s coming here tomorrow night for the same punishment and I want her knowing nothing.”

I nodded and began crying, terrified to get out of the car. I begged and pleaded with Daddy to take me home, to protect me from getting raped by a bunch of truckers. Tears spilled down my cheeks and landed on my soft, jutting breasts. Daddy just smiled cruelly. “It’s this or never see Daddy again. Is that what you want? Now. Get. Out.”

He reached across me and opened my car door, and I wordlessly exited the car. My massive titties were sticking out from my chest even further than usual because of my bound hands. Daddy pulled the door shut, and as I leaned forward to give him one last pleading look, he drove away.

I was completely alone, topless, with no phone or money. Surely I can find a gentleman to help me, I thought. A man with a young daughter, maybe, who takes pity on me. Maybe he’ll let me use his phone or loan me money for a cab.

I looked around, sizing up the severity of my situation. I was far from the well-lit entrance to the truck stop, and so far no one inside had noticed me. It was darker where I was, but not so dark that I couldn’t see several men sitting nearby in their trucks.

Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the nearest rig, preparing to explain myself, hoping for a little kindness from the driver. I approached his passenger window.

I knew as soon as he saw me, though, that I wouldn’t be getting it. He raked his eyes over my body, stopping to gawk at my giant nude breasts, before smiling wickedly and licking his lips. He was a grizzled, bearded man of about sixty, and I noticed he was missing some of his front teeth as he reached over to open the passenger door.

“Well, aren’t you a chesty little slut,” he says, grinning. “I just so happen to truly love a giant set of jugs. Reminds me of my sexy daughter. Get in the truck. Now. Be a good girl.”

Damn. Just my luck, I thought. He has a daughter but he wants to fuck her. He’s not going to help me. He’s going to fuck me.

Reluctantly, I dis as I was told, climbing up into the seat. Since I was incapacitated, he reached over and closed the door, grazing my nipples with his arm in the process.

My heart was thumping in my chest as he sat back and sized me up. “How on earth did I get to be so lucky tonight, huh? Are there huge-titty whores just falling from the sky?” he asked, still drinking in my naked tits. “Answer me, ho. What the fuck are you doing here with them big juggies out for the world to see? All tied up, too?”

“My master left me here as a punishment,” I replied timidly. “He wants me to get raped. But I know you won’t rape me. You’ll just let me use your phone, yes?” I was grasping at straws and I knew it.

“I don’t think so. What are you being punished for, girl?”

“For fucking my master’s other slut without his permission. He caught us 69ing.”

I should’ve known this would send him over the edge, me talking about dyking out with another girl. He grunted and lunged for me, grabbing me by the waist, pulling me over into the driver’s seat. Then I was straddling him, my hands still bound at my back. My tits were already betraying me, pointing at him like two massive fuck-missiles, nipples hard as candy. I could feel his erection pressed against my clit, and I involuntarily gushed a little pussycream.

The old pervert snaked his tongue into my mouth and French-kissed me deeply for several moments, his hands fondling and squeezing my jumbo melons as he dominated my mouth with his. Then he pushed me back against the steering wheel and began mauling my soft breasts with his rough mouth. He bit and suckled my sensitive nipples and slobbered all over them. His missing teeth made the nipple-sucking even more pleasurable than usual. I was petrified of the raging hard-on I could feel pressing on my crotch, but that didn’t keep me from leaning my head back and sighing heavily as he drooled on my titties. I love having them sucked. illegal bahis siteleri

Eventually, the horny old trucker ran his hand down my abdomen and up my skirt to feel my crotch, slipping a finger into my underwear. He didn’t seem at all surprised to feel the wetness inside my panties. “Ha. Good girl. Good bitch,” he laughed. “You want your Big Papa, don’t you?” I shook my head no. I didn’t want him at all, I wanted to go home. “Too bad, little bitch. Guess I’ll just have to rape you. Just like your owner wants.”

With that, he lifted me up and pushed me into the backseat of his truck, which was actually just a big mattress. He arranged me face-down on the mattress and pushed my head down onto the filthy floorboard. My ass was up in the air, on full display, and my hands were still bound. I could hear him breathing heavily as he hiked my skirt up and pulled my g-string to the side, exposing my bald, pink cunt and my tiny asshole. I heard him draw his breath in sharply at the sight, then winced when he buried his face in my snatch from behind.

He ate my cunt for several minutes, until I was gushing my honey into his mouth involuntarily. Then he buried two fingers in my twat and moved his mouth up to my asshole. He groaned and grunted like an animal as he thoroughly ate my ass.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. This dirty old trucker was eating my asshole out like he was starving to death, slurping and slobbering, and I was actually enjoying it. I thrust my bottom back into his face, which was buried ears-deep up my ass. My face was smashed into the dirty floor and I didn’t even care. I was a desperate little butt slut and this disgusting man was giving me what I wanted.

He wrapped up his skilled ass-tonguing session with a wet smack, and I felt him back up to regard my whole body. “I’m going to fuck this ass now, bitch,” he growled. I whimpered and clenched my anus tightly shut. He laughed and mounted my prone body from behind, pressing his cockhead against my butthole, insisting I open up for him. And I did; I couldn’t help myself. He laughed again and called me a fucking cunt as he began to push firmly against my tight little rosebud. Then, without warning, he grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled hard as he rammed his cock up my butt. He yanked my head backwards as he bottomed out, balls-deep up my tight ass. He gave a low growl and began to assfuck me aggressively.

It hurt. He hadn’t used any lube except spit. I begged him to stop; I was crying into the floorboard. He just laughed and buttfucked me harder, pistoning his big, greasy, uncut cock in and out of my asshole as he pleased. He pulled my hair and drooled on my back as he assraped me. He seemed to love how my hands were still bound. I was his busty little buttfuck-prisoner.

I was getting my ass drilled cruelly by a trucker whose name I’d never know, gritting my teeth and biting my lip as I took it deep, and still it dawned on me what a lucky girl I was. Daddy would have to do a lot more than this to scare me away. I shivered with pleasure as I got my asshole raped. The man’s cock was a relentless jackhammer in my ass. My tears began to dry and my cunt gushed sloppily.

I snapped out of my reverie when the trucker grunted and hauled me up, flipped me over, and took his big, ugly cock in his hand, aiming it at my chest. He jerked off furiously, and soon let out a grunt, showering what felt like a gallon of cum all over my big titties.

Spent, he slid back up into the driver’s seat, leaving me there coated in his sperm. I watched as he took the CB and brought it to his mouth, and I listened as he broadcast a message to the other trucks in the lot. “I’ve got a big-titty slut over here who needs to get passed around, gents. Who wants her next? She don’t even need to get paid. She might act like she don’t like it, but you just give it to her anyways.”

A truck in front of us flashed its lights, and my trucker rapist turned around to look at me. “I’m going to cut your hands free, bitch. You’re to walk straight over to that rig that just flashed its highbeams and get in, do you hear me?”

I nodded. He freed my hands with his pocketknife, an item I briefly wished he would’ve produced and held against my throat when he was assraping me. I exited the truck via the passenger door, tried to straighten my skirt, and began walking toward the new truck, my huge tits bouncing freely, making no attempt to cover them.

*****

I was on my tummy in the back of my fifth truck, taking my fifth trucker cock up the ass. It was no big surprise that they all wanted to drill my asshole; most men do. I keep it tight as a teenager.

I was humping my bottom up into the man’s cock, taking him up my ass as deeply as possible, moaning in pleasure and pain. I’d stopped saying no to these men, and in turn they were riding my ass expertly, rubbing my clit, sucking my nipples greedily, trying to canlı bahis siteleri make me cum. Succeeding.

So far, only the third trucker had been problematic. I thought about him as number five hammered my ass with his cock. Number three had wanted to rape me and was disappointed when I was enthusiastic about his cock in my bottom. He’d hauled me into the back of his truck and beaten me until I was sobbing, then raped my ass hard in the missionary position as he spit in my face and called me crude names.

He would’ve pissed on me when he was finished, if we hadn’t been in his ‘home.’ I remembered how wet it made me to be degraded like that. I sort of hoped some of the other truckers would treat me as badly tonight.

*****

Over the next two hours, I got my ass fucked by eleven more truckers. Sixteen total. Daddy was gonna be so proud of me. I imagined him jerking off on me as I recounted my evening. Daddy came loads when he jerked off on me.

When trucker number sixteen finished and pulled his cock out of my spent ass, he asked if I wanted a shower. Not sure what I was supposed to do now that they were all finished with me, I accepted the offer.

The trucker escorted me into the truck stop via a back entrance. There was no one around. He pushed me through a door labeled MEN into what looked like a men’s locker room. There was a shower in the corner, but no curtain or stall door for privacy. I giggled as I realized the irony in wanting privacy to shower. This man had just had his dick up my ass.

I turned the shower on and stood under the warm water, feeling the saliva, sweat, and dried cum of sixteen dirty truckers wash away. The man watched as I bathed myself, rubbing his cock through his pants, and I wondered if there was more in store for me…

I wasn’t really surprised when six new men walked into the shower room and circled around me, staring at my big tits and hairless cunt, licking their lips. One by one, the truckers pulled their cocks out of their grimy pants. One of them pushed me to my knees, and before I knew it, there was a long, meaty dick lodged down my throat and another pistoning up and down between my tits. A third man knelt behind me and fingered my asshole, and the other three stood above me, jerking off and watching their friends use me.

I sucked the first cock greedily as I jerked the second one off with my tits. They both gave me their big cumloads at the same time, which I swallowed hungrily, and another two men moved to take their places. I sucked and yanked on their cocks even more enthusiastically than I did the first two.

The fifth man, the one who’d been expertly fingerfucking my asshole, moved to my front and looked down at me with disdain, then slapped me hard across the face, then again with a harsh backhand. He was wearing a big ring, and the backhand split my bottom lip open.

He made me suck him off with my bloody split lip, watching intently, telling me I was lucky he didn’t beat the fuck out of me. Beating up sluts is what makes him hard, he said. It made me oddly horny to get abused in this way. I sucked his cock noisily and swallowed his jizz like a good little cumslut. He slapped me again as he came. This was a man who got off on hurting women. I liked it.

The sixth man pulled me to my feet and dragged me into a nearby toilet stall, then forced me back to my knees and pushed my face right down into the toilet. He backed up so they could all admire my ass in the air and laugh at my head in the toilet. Then he stepped forward and reached down to push my face further into the water. As he did so, he slid his dirty cock up my ass.

He buttfucked me like that, me nearly drowning in a truck stop toilet, for what seemed like an hour, only letting me up to breathe occasionally. A few others took turns, too, but I lost count of exactly how many. It was the most merciless buttfucking I’ve ever taken.

Secretly, though, I was surprised to learn how much I enjoyed having my face in the toilet as they used my ass. I wondered if Daddy would buttfuck me like that. I’d have to beg him for it, but I bet he’d love to degrade me in that manner.

*****

Daddy picked me up at dawn to take me home. Once we pulled onto the highway, he pulled his dick out and began stroking it slowly, looking over at me. We drove in silence, but I knew he was dying to know what happened, and that he loved how I looked. I had mascara all over my face, smeared lipstick, hickeys all over my tits, a fat lip, and wet hair from the toilet. Daddy didn’t want me to suck his cock this time; he just stroked it the whole ride home.

I waited til we got home to tell him about my evening, because I knew he’d want to hear it with his dick up my ass. He loved doing that. And, sure enough, once we were home and I’d taken another shower, he took me into his bed, naked.

Daddy made love to my ass in the missionary position as I recounted my evening for him. He came deep up my butt when I get to the part about the toilet assfucking, and I knew he’d added “buttfuck this slut with her face in a toilet” to his list of ways to use me.

I couldn’t wait.

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