He turns me around, the cold cement under my knees; my lips are clamped together tightly and he laughs menacingly.“Like that is going to stop me,”...he murmurs.I hear a zipper followed by the sound of fabric hitting the ground. He presses his member to my lips rubbing the head over my lips, his pre-cum smearing my lipstick. “Open your mouth,” he hisses.I shake my head and he grabs my face with one hand pressing into my cheeks forcing my lips to part slightly, his other hand pries my mouth open. He seemed a little surprised at that and so I gave him the normal excuse of having too much to do. He seemed to understand that and went on to tell me that he had only just got over a short separation from his wife. Apparently she had an affair with someone, blaming it all on him being always busy with work. I expressed sympathy and understanding and started wondering if I was just going to be a shoulder to cry on. He carried on talking and told me that what had really made him bitter and. This first orgasm is only the beginning of the half dozen or more times you'll make me cum in the next fifteen minutes or so. Do this, and I'll be ready to attack your cock when you're done. There's nothing I won't do to feel you inside me, no opening that won't be available to you to take as you wish. I'll be a slave to your hard prick, consumed with the desire to have you inside my body, to hear and feel you reach your own orgasm, draining your sperm in me or on me, wherever you may be. ’ ‘Then he isn’t your true father?’ ‘No. Don’t know who was. Mother once said I was a mistake that stopped her earning proper.’ ‘How old were you?’ ‘Well, the twins are three, four years older than me, and mother said they was about five when we came. So I reckon I was about one or one-and-half.’ ‘So what happened to your mother?’ ‘Why, ’bout three years back she took sick. Wanted to go into town and see a doctor but Father wouldn’t let her until it was too late. So she died.’ Her head dropped.