I was a slut. I was a skank. I was shameless. I was fingering my fully shaved girly bits in front of a middle aged guy, to get a college musical theat...e role.“Oh yeah, nice, very nice” said the satisfied prick, but added, “turn around, spread and finger.”I was too far into this to pause and rewind. The terminal point, my arse was coming fast, I thought.There I was with only my black school shoes and short white socks on and a spotlight on my arsehole and my spread pussy lips with two fingers. There was the sound of an electric mower somewhere, though she could not see it. But the refreshment of her senses would not last. She found her heart falling into the much of self-pity as hard as she tried to prevent it. Angry, with deep revulsion, she imagined how Natalie had plotted the downfall of Tom Rouelle. His son Kevin was not enough for a whore like Natalie. Oh, no, she had to fuck the whole damn family! Seething with fury, Liz did not notice how the word 'fuck' fit naturally into her. She looked down to see that Jeff had pulled him roughly away, and he now knelt between her widespread thighs, his hand grasping his huge, lust-inflated cock. She watched mesmerized as he drew the foreskin back to reveal the knob of its head, satiny smooth and fiery red, ready for action. She could see the clear viscous tear of moisture wetting its tip."You ready to be fucked?"Charity hesitated for a moment, not answering. She was not going to beg in humiliation as she had with Gabe. The memory. “Not anymore, now you’re my little whore. Aren’t you?”“Uh huh”, she nodded.“Say it”, I ordered and began to slowly fuck her. It felt kind of awkward to treat her like this, it’s not normally my style but she seemed to be into it.“Ugh”, she grunted as I bottomed out once again, “I’m your whore.”Gradually, as her pussy stretched to accommodate my cock, I fucked her harder and harder until the sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the small apartment. I used my thumb to rub on her clit as.