EroticReverie

Present

"Well?" his father says as we sit down on the other love seat. 

"One time?" I ask. 

His father raises his brow. 

"How often do you to see each other?" His father asks me. 

I shrug. 

"At least one a week." I say. 

Devin holds my hand. 

"Than I shall require the same." he says. 

"What?!" Me and Devin both shoot daggers at him with our eyes.

"I'm sorry, I thought I had spoke clear English just now, but I shall have you once a week." he says again.

"No" I say shaking my head. "That's not-"

But he just shrugs. 

"You can't expect me to pass her back and forth between us...I love her" Devin says.

He fathers eyes jump and then he just laughs.

"Never fall in love with the whore son....what the hell is wrong with you?" he laughs harder.

"And trust me, you don't love her...you love the tight cunt between her legs, and those nice little tits I got my hands on." her says. "Don't mistake the heart in your dick , with the one in your chest. Infact, don't use either of them, and use your fucking brain." he snarls. 

"I DO love her." Devin says, squeezing my hand. 

"Then you fucked up." His father says. "Because you married the other one."

"What will it be? Yes or no...you're both wasting my time." he says. 

Devin looks at me and I look at him. His father lets out a long dramatic sigh. 

"Jesus christ.... Devin...get the hell out....come here girl." he says and I swallow , looking over at him and then back at Devin.

"It's fine." I whisper. "We'll ...figure something out" I say quietly and Devin nods, grabs my face and kisses me. 

"You'll use condoms. You will not hit hurt, or hurt her. And if she tells you to stop...anything...you do it." Devin says as we both stand. 

His father mocks him, holding his hand as it he's swearing on a bible. 

"No problem. You got it sport." he says and Devin's jaw tightens and turns to me. Grabbing my face. 

"I love you...I'm sorry" he says and I just shake my head, because it's not just his fault, it's mine too, and now it's also his asshole fathers. 

Devin kisses me, then kisses me again and his father groans in annoyance. 

"Out." his father says, while already undoing his pants. Devin's eyes wince and he looks away from me, walking out , towards the door, grabs his electronic key card and leaves the suite, without looking back. 

"Just you and me now darling....." his father says as I look over, his cock in his hand, stroking himself. He grins wickedly.

"Take off the stupid fucking dress." he says. 

I squeeze my hands into fists and then release them and know there's no way out of this currently and to just do it , and get it over with. 

I unzip the back of my dress, and slip it off, not hiding any part of my body, letting him look, because if I cover myself he'll just instruct me not to. I kick the dress with the toe of my heels. 

"Very nice." he says. "Turn around for me, nice and slow." 

I turn slowly until my back is to him when he tells me to stop. I pause. 

"Spread your feet apart." he says, and I do, stepping them apart slightly.

"Bend over and touch those toes" he instructs me and I do it.

I can hear his heavy breaths as he strokes himself watching me.

"Pull your panties to the side and show me what's about to make my dick warm and wet." he says. 

I lift my hand between my legs, still bent over, and slide my panties to the side. 

"Mmmm" he groans. "Play with it...rub your pussy, whore....finger it..." he growls. 

I do as I'm told and rub it, my hand sliding up and down over my lips. Then slip my finger inside of myself. Still wet from touching myself before he showed up. 

"Come here" he commands me. I stand up straight, my hand sliding from between my legs and I turn and walk over to him. 

I look at him, trying to force myself to pretend it's Devin, and not some fucking asshole prick, who is blackmailing his son. They look similar, except his father has more wrinkles, all gray hair, and his body isn't in shape like Devin's, he has a small gut that hangs over his belt, nothing large. My eyes go to his dick, and they're almost identical, his fathers curve's slightly more than Dev's does. 

"You like it?" he asks, noticing my eyes on him. 

"Little sluts like you love a nice big rich dick, don't you?" he asks. 

I don't answer, but only walk closer to him. 

"Answer me whore." he says, stroking it. 

"Yes" I say, telling him what he wants to hear. 

"Mmm, I know you do...we're gonna have a good time, me and you. If you do a good job, maybe I'll be kind and only request your services every other week." he smirks.

"Piss me off by being a terrible lay, and I might just tell your poor sister anyways" he says warning me. 

My lips tighten and I bite my tongue and the urge to slap him across his face and kick him in his dick. 

"Show me what has my son so much in love" he says, his hand falling from his dick as he leans back, his hands on either side of him.

I step closer and lift my knee to one side of him getting onto the couch, then placing my hands on his shoulders as I lift my other knee, straddling him. 

I sit slowly, my panties against his dick and he groans slightly looking at my tits and down at his lap and my pussy as I roll my hips forward, pressing down hard on his dick as I drag my covered pussy over his dick. 

"Such a little slut" he groans looking back up at me, his hand grabbing at my panties, pulling them aside, and he groans, the head of his cock sliding against my slit. 

I hate how my cunt aches for it, even though I want to murder him, I narrow my eyes. 

"you're a fucking pig" I say and he chuckles.

"No more than you are." he says.

"Fucking your sisters husband." he says and I grit my teeth, because I have no argument for it, he's right. I hate that he's right. 

"fuck you" is my decided response, having to say something. 

He laughs, grabbing my hips. "That's right darling, you ARE going to fuck me." he snarls, pushing his hips upward, pulling me down, thrusting into me fully with one singular movement. 

"Oww fuck" I yelp and shudder as he lets out a long, satisfied groan with me seated on his cock. 

"Condom" I say, wincing. 

"I'll fuck you exactly how I want to' he groans, grabbing my hips hard, his fingers digging into me as he lifts me, making my hips rise, and I gasp as his length slides out of me, almost all the way, I look down. 

"Mmmmm" he looks down too. "Look at how wet you are, soaking my dick with one single thrust" he groans and thrusts upward again as he pulls me back down, my tits bouncing on my chest as I fall forward with another yelp. 

"Whats the matter? Feels good doesnt it?" he hisses in my ear as my head hangs over his shoulder, not wanting to look at him as my eyes roll back in my head as he starts to guide my hips, lifting them, pulling them down, his hips working up into me. I start to move with his hands, trying not to moan, trying not to let him know how good it feels. 

"That's it....what a good little whore..." he growls quietly in my ear. 

I let out a tiny whimper and he groans. 

"Tell me that doesnt feel nice...my cock fucking you....fucking the only thing that makes sluts like you useful." he growls in my ear. 

I moan as his breath pushes in my ear and down my neck and I move more, faster, riding him, my tits pressed against his chest in his suit. 

He pushes me off him and leans me back, pressing his hand against the middle of my chest below my breasts. 

I lean back and grind myself on his dick and his grin is something evil, something i'll never be able to wipe from my memory. 

"I bet you are loving this....deep down....filthy whore." he says, and I gasp when his hands grabs my tits hard. 

"Ride me you dumb fucking bitch" he snarls. 

I wince at the pressure of his hands on my breasts, squeezing them like he's trying to rip them right from my chest. 

I lift myself up and down, my pussy slurping , soaked and aching.

I let out a tiny moan and his hands slide back to my hips my tits hurting from how hard he grabbed them and I catch his eyes when I look at him. He smirks. 

"You're surprisingly tight for being a whore" he says. 

"He must not fuck you enough....being that he doesnt have the time....being that he has a wife..." he says. 

"You know who CAN keep you properly fucked?" he groans

"Who can stretch your pretty little cunt out , and use you right?" he says and grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me to him, his mouth to mine, his lips moving over mine as he speaks. 

"Damaged little sluts like you need to be fucked daily....don't you?" he groans. 

I don't answer. 

"I'm warning you to answer me when I fucking ask you a question...I wont warn you again Layla" he says my name and bites my lip and I wince, feeling like he may have broken skin. 

"Yes" I answer with a whimper as he lets go of my lip and grins. 

"But he doesnt fuck you everyday, does he?" he says. 

I shake my head. 

"no he doesnt.....because he's too busy screwing your sister....the one he married.....not...you" he says and I ride him harder, faster, feeling his cock fill me over and over as I come down on him. His words dig into me, filling me with jealousy, with anger, and I know he's manipulating me, just how his son does sometimes, but it's working, even though i'm aware of it. 

"He doesnt deserve you" he says. "He doesnt fucking love you...he's lying to you...." he groans as I grab his suit jacket, holding the lapels and riding his dick.

"Shut up" I pant and he grins. 

"you're just his whore Layla...nothing more.....and you believe he loves you?...if he loved you....he wouldnt sacrifice your cunt to his own father" he growls and I wince at the truth of it. 

"stop talking" I say , glaring at him as I grit my teeth.

"Nobody loves a whore darling" he groans and then grabs me, throwing me off him and onto the couch as he stands, stepping out of his pants and briefs, flinging off his jacket , looking down at me as I look up at him.  Grinning wickedly as he unbuttons his shirt quickly and takes it off. 

He starts to spread my legs , but instead , reaches over, grabbing my arm and lifting me up and pulling me from the couch. 

"Bedroom" he snarls, dragging me beside him. 

Once in the bedroom he bends me right over, pushing my head down to the bed and the head of his cock pushes back inside of me. 

I gasp and he groans. 

"ungh, fuck...I can see why he doesnt want to give you up though.....you have a premium fucking cunt darling" he says as he slides out and back in, thrusting again, in and out, deeper, deeper, harder. I let out a moan and grip the covers. 

"that's it...i knew you loved it...having me inside you....fucking you like the whore you are...little fucking slut" he says and grabs my hair and I groan and push myself up on my hands as he pounds me from behind. 

It's hard, and it's rough and it's dirty and for a moment I forget who I'm fucking and why. I remember seconds later though, but....I'm so angry. With him. With Devin.  If he loved you, he wouldn't sacrifice your cunt to his own father. The words on repeat in my head. 

I push back, meeting his thrusts with my own as I throw myself back on his cock. Feeling the pain of his cock deeper inside of me, my eyes rolling as his hand pulls my hair harder. 

"are you a whore Layla?" he growls.

"yes" I answer. His groan is deep as I dont hesitate to answer. 

"Do you like me using your cunt?" he asks. 

"Yess" I hiss as he yanks my hair back harder and I moan. 

"where's that smart little mouth of yours?" he growls, and I feel him lean over me, letting go of my hair, placing his hands on either side of me as he works his cock in and out, making me gasp and moan. 

"I quite liked you being a defiant little cunt" he whispers in my ear. 

"Go on, tell me what a fucking asshole I am now....tell me what a prick i am you dumb whore" he snarls. 

"shut the fuck up" I pant and he chuckles darkly in my ear. 

"what was that?" he asks, even though I know he heard me.

"Shut the...ung..fuck up" I moan between my words as he fucks me, both of our bodies sweating now. 

"i hate you" I whimper. 

"mmmm, tell me more darling...tell me all a-fucking-bout it." he says leaning back up straight, sliding out and flipping me over, spreading my legs and leaning down and surprisingly his head goes directly between my thighs and starts to lick me up and down. 

He groans into my pussy. 

I arch my back and reach down, grabbing his head and gasping as he sucks my clit, then tongues it. 

"talk to me , you delicious whore" he growls into my cunt, savagely licking, sucking and making me writhe and tremble. 

"fuck" I cry out. "don't stop" 

He chuckles into my pussy, his mouth savoring all over me, eating me out like I've paid him to do it. 

"oh my god....fuck.." I cry out and gasp, panting faster and faster, my chest heaving. 

"oh my god" i repeat myself. "you fucking prick" I whine. 

"make me cum" I demand and he groans , spreading my legs even fucking wider, and driving two fingers into my pussy. I lose it, and moan loudly.

"eat my pussy" I grip his hair, bucking my hips as I command him. 

"you fucking piece of shit" I cry and he groans into my pussy loudly and I feel his teeth on my clit and I cry out, and his tongue goes back to licking my clit, his fingers soaking themselves inside, me, curling inside of me as he urges me to cum , using his fingers against my g spot. 

"fuck..you" i pant and my legs clasp his head between them as I cum. 

I scream as I cum, and he only groans as I unravel, his tongue satisfying me through my entire orgasm, licking continuously, not changing his pattern, not letting up until I say so. I cry out as my legs continue to shake, as my cunt tightens around his fingers.

"you bastard" I say clenching his hair, pulling his face from my pussy and his wet mouth rises to meet mine, and I pull him onto me, and we move further up onto the bed as I wrap my legs around him , reaching down, guiding his cock into me. He sinks in and I let out a sigh or pleasure and relief. 

"you like being filled up dont you?" he groans and I moan as I arch my back. 

"yes" I hiss a breath , and look up at him, he grins. 

"Enjoying yourself?" he cocks a brow, his hips thrusting , his cock sliding in and out of me as he hovers, arms braced on either side of me.

"No" I narrow my eyes. he chuckles and leans down.

"me either" he lies right back. 

"you fuck like an amateur" he says as I glare at him.

"You fuck like an old man" I say, he chuckles and puts his hand on my neck and squeezes. 

"I can't wait to use you up....to screw your little cunt so fucking much, until you become fucking useless...till your perfect little hole no longer suits my needs..." he groans. 

I gasp when he slaps my face, hard. 

He grabs it and spits on my face. 

"Bitch" he growls. 

I blink and look at him, and spit back. I see the snarl, and the grin at the same time. 

"You fucking cunt" he says, grabbing my face and fucking me.But he doesn't hit me again, doesn't choke me, or spit again, instead he crashes his mouth down onto mine, and both of us groan into each others mouths. 

"little...fucking....bitch" he grunts as he fucks me, panting into my mouth.

" old...fucking...bastard" I groan and he kisses me again.

"Your sons cock is bigger...and he fucks me better" I say against his mouth and he grunts and thrusts harder, making my jaw drop and his tongue shoves into my mouth. 

"you think your cock is so big...."I moan. 

"you should be embarrassed to fuck me with your cock" I groan.

"no wonder you have to steal your sons women....your cock is useless....nobody wants to fuck your old fucking dick" I say and he groans. Both of us knowing his cock isn't at all small, and he doesnt have to steal me from Devin, and that he fucks just as well as Devin, if not better. At least for my needs , and what I enjoy. 

"watch your mouth , you little cunt" he groans and I push at his chest.

"or what?" I glare at him. "you gonna tell my sister on me?" I narrow my eyes at him. 

He smirks. 

"Maybe i will" he says. "Maybe ill fuck you till im through with you and tell her anyways." 

"tell her what a little whore her sister is......screwing her husband.." he snarls. 

"I cant help it if hes a bastard just like his father and likes to fuck young girls" I glare at him and he grins. 

"Does he have you on the pill?" he groans.

"Yes" I answer.

"At least he did one thing right keeping a whore."  he says and he groans and jerks his hips. 

My jaw drops, not in shock, but because I can't believe how turned on I am, as I watch him, watch him fuck me and cum inside of me. 

"Fill me you fucking prick" I growl and drag my nails down his back as he leans down, laying on me, groaning, his hips pushing into me and he groans, releasing into me the last of his cum. 

My heels dig into his ass and he groans and I whisper in his ear. 

"you're as much a whore as me, fucker"