7 comments/ 48378 views/ 24 favorites A Woman's Job is Never Done By: TheVirginVeronica "There's our birthday girl!" my mom exclaimed as I entered the kitchen, "Are you ready for breakfast?" Mom was standing at the stove flipping pancakes. My daddy was sitting at the table in his bathrobe—the newspaper sprawled out in front of him—drinking his coffee. He looked up when I entered the room. My name is Veronica and I'm a senior in high school. Today's my 18th birthday: the day I become a woman. I've been looking forward to this day for a while—excited and nervous about all my new responsibilities. Like any kid, all I ever wanted to do was grow up and be an adult. Well, here I am! I'm 5'4" tall and slender but athletically built. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I'm very proud of my breasts, which are a little bigger than a handful. They are soft and round and my pink nipples love to poke through my shirt. My mom always jokes that I left my headlights on. "How does it feel to be 18?" Daddy asked, sipping from his mug. "Pretty good!" I said, walking toward the coffee pot and pouring a cup of the hot brew. Steam swirled up from the ceramic mug and I reached for the sugar. "Do you know what would feel even better?" Daddy asked, "That pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around your Daddy's cock." "Daddy!" I exclaimed, feeling the heat rising to my face. I knew that when I turned 18 I'd have to take on more womanly responsibilities, but I wasn't expecting my daddy to be so vulgar. My mother turned off the stove, set aside the spatula and crossed the kitchen to stand in front of me. She grabbed both of my hands in hers and looked me straight in the eye. "Darling, you're a woman now, and as you know, it's time you've become accountable as such. Women support and satisfy men. That's your only job from now on. If a man asks you for anything, it's your duty as a woman to comply. Sometimes men will outright ask you for something—be it a sandwich or whatever—but it's important that you learn to anticipate the needs of men before they need to ask. It doesn't matter by who or where or what they need from you. The quicker you learn your place, the better. This world wouldn't work without powerful men running the show. At the very least, you can do what they ask." My mom pulled me by my hands toward the kitchen table. That's when I noticed that Daddy's bathrobe was open a bit. It was also the only thing he was wearing. His turned in his chair, spreading apart his knees, so his robe opened up and fell on either side of his legs. His chest was fit, I knew that, but what I didn't realize was how big his dick was. Now, I have not spent a lot of time with boys and their dicks, but I'd say this one was pretty spectacular. It wasn't even completely hard and already it was as thick as my wrist. I just stared, open mouthed, at that pulsing anaconda in front of me. "Well, go on dear," my mom urged, "Your father is waiting." With that, she gave me a little shove toward Daddy. I was wearing the tank top and shorts that I had slept in. Daddy reached out and pulled down my top, exposing my left breast. He squeezed for a few seconds. My nipple hardened under his touch. I gasped when he pinched it. "That's a good girl," Daddy cooed as he licked my nipple, hearing a moan escape my lips. This was all happening too fast. I have never been with a guy in "that" way before. And now I'm suddenly being thrust into a job I'm not prepared for. My mom stood behind me and grabbed my top, lifting it over my head. Both of my breasts bounced free, "Yeah, let Daddy see those tits, baby." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer—my panty-clad pussy rubbing against his chest. He held my ass tightly with his right hand so I couldn't squirm away. His mouth latched onto my nipple while his other hand continued to squeeze and massage my breasts. "Daddy," I moaned, feeling a warm tickle shoot through me straight to my pussy, "I'm not ready." "You've had 18 years to get ready," my mom said from behind me, "no sense in putting it off any longer." My mom held onto my hips from behind, keeping me close to Daddy. "That's it, make him happy." He continued pulling and twisting my nipples. His mouth was warm and wet, which I realized, is exactly the direction my pussy was heading. Daddy gently nudged me to my knees. I complied and dropped down in front of my daddy. He reached down and stroked his dick. It was completely hard now and it was beautiful! I actually think I started to salivate when I saw it—long and thick. It was almost frightening. I had never sucked a dick before, but I had heard a few girls at school talking about it. I watched a few porn videos online, too, so I knew what he wanted me to do. "Well, go on, it won't hurt you. Yet." Daddy said with a wink. I slowly wrapped my delicate fingers around it. I couldn't even reach all the way around! How was that supposed to ever go inside of me? "Lick it, baby," my dad encouraged. I felt my mom push my head forward so that the tip of his dick was against my lips. I ran my tongue across the slit. Daddy moaned and thrust forward. I stroked his dick and licked up from the base, tasting him all the way back up to the tip. "Open up," my mom instructed, "suck him like a lollipop. Swirl him with your tongue, that's right." I did as my mother said, licking and sucking every bit of him. I paid special attention to the tip, sucking and twirling my tongue around him. I slid my tongue along the top and sides, all the while stroking him with my hands. "Oh, yeah," Daddy moaned, "Show me what a good girl you are." Feeling more confident, I relaxed a little and took more of him in my mouth. I couldn't fit much, but I loved the way Daddy's cock felt inside my mouth. He just seemed so strong. "Mmm," I moaned around Daddy's dick. He pulled out and I twisted and slid both of my hands around his shaft, "It's nice," I said quietly. "Now his balls," my mom said, nudging me. I grabbed his balls and gently squeezed and massaged them like he did my breasts. I sucked one gently into my mouth. His moans got deeper—more guttural and intense. It was all too much for me and my pussy burned with desire. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn't dare take my hands off of daddy! A man's needs always come first. "All the way in, baby," Daddy said. I opened up my lips to accept daddy's huge cock. I practically had to unhinge my jaw to fit his hot dick inside in my mouth. I tried my best to swallow him up, but he was too big. I kept twisting my hand up and down his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking on the head of his dick. "Just like that, sweetheart," my mom encouraged. I must have been doing it right, because Daddy started thrusting deeper into my mouth. I tried to pull away, but my mom held my head tight. All I could do was open wide and hold my breath. My jaw stretched. His dick pounded the back of my throat. I gagged, drooling around Daddy's cock. I needed to breathe! I coughed and gagged and he eased up for a bit, allowing me to catch my breath. Daddy stood up and pulled me along with him. He instructed me to lie on my back on the kitchen table. I did as he asked, my pussy still begging to be touched. With my head hanging upside down off of the table, my throat opened up. I held on as Daddy thrust into my mouth and completely down my throat. I gagged, but he just held still, allowing me to adjust to his assault. When I settled a bit, he pulled out and thrust again. I was able to get into a rhythm and learned to breathe just as he started to pull out. He got deeper and deeper with each thrust and before I knew it, he was all the way inside my throat. My nose pressed against his balls at the base of his dick—he smelled so musky; so delicious—my pussy begged for attention. The kitchen was filled with sucking sounds, moans, groans, and the slapping sound Daddy's balls made against my face. God, it was so hot! "Look at our daughter's pussy soaking through her panties, Honey. Our baby girl is all wet!" Daddy said, "Touch yourself for Daddy. Show me how much you love to suck Daddy's cock." He didn't have to tell me twice. I reached my fingers into my panties and was not at all surprised at how slick and hot my little cunt had become. I quickly found my clit and rubbed ferociously while Daddy pounded my throat. It didn't take long before I felt my body cease with orgasm. I choked and gagged, trying to spit out Daddy's cock, but he just kept thrusting. My body shook with pleasure. Daddy grabbed my breasts hard, pinching my nipples. Ripples pulsed through my body to the tips of my toes. "Mm! Mmhmm! Mmh! Mm!" I tried to scream around Daddy's dick. "That's it, baby. Cum for Daddy." I was in heaven. I never dreamed that my 18th birthday would begin like this. Do you know what Daddy really likes?" He asked, slowing his rhythm. He grabbed my breasts and massaged them again. My nipples burned with desire and I felt my pussy twitch again. "Hm?" I murmured, still a little out of it from the amazing orgasm I had just experienced. "He likes cumming on those pretty little tits of yours. That's what Daddy really wants. Can Daddy do that?" He asked, pulling out of my mouth with a loud pop. "You want to cum on my titties, Daddy?" I purred. "Yes, I do, baby girl. Can I do that?" He asked again, walking around to the side of the table. I looked up at him and licked my lips. "Yes, Daddy. I want you to cum all over my little titties." Daddy slowly jerked his cock. My heart skipped a beat and my body burned for him. "Get ready. Here you go, sweetheart. Ohhh, Here comes Daddy." He said. I rubbed my breasts, pushing them together and rubbing my puffy nipples. "Oh! Ahhh!" Daddy cried, shooting a big white stream of cum on my tender titties. It was so hot against my skin! "Mm, yes, Daddy. Come on my little titties. Show me what I good girl I was," I said, rubbing Daddy's cum all over my milky white breasts, "Give it all to me!" Daddy's whole body jerked a few times and he let out a guttural moan. When he was spent, he slapped my nipple with his softening dick. He rubbed the head of his cock around the cum he had just deposited onto my chest. Then he dipped his dick back into my mouth. His cum was thick and salty on my tongue. "Do you taste Daddy's cum, baby? You did that for Daddy. You should be proud." He said, panting a bit. "Mm, Thank you, Daddy," I said, cleaning off his dick, "You taste so good, Daddy." "Happy Birthday, sweetheart," Daddy said, "Now eat your breakfast and go get ready for school." A Woman's Job is Never Done Ch. 02 My name is Veronica and I'm a senior in high school. I turned 18 today, which means that I'm finally a woman. I'm not that tall (just a little over 5 feet), with long brown hair and brown eyes. I'm slim but slightly athletic. My boobs are bigger than some of the other girls my age—milky white with puffy pink nipples. As it turns out, I have long, slender fingers and plump lips that like to wrap around hard cocks. Well, at least one cock so far... I started my first morning as a woman by sucking Daddy's big dick. My throat was still a little tender and my voice was a bit husky from the abuse it took taking Daddy's cock deep in my throat. Oh, but it was worth it! Daddy's dick was beautiful! I loved the way it felt when he pounded the head against the back of my throat—and how my cheeks sucked in and puffed out as he thrust his baby-maker in my mouth. My nipples hardened just thinking about it. My virgin pussy quivered. Oh, boy. I can't wait to take on more womanly responsibility! I couldn't wait for the school day to be over so I could see if my daddy needed anything else. My mom always said it was a woman's responsibility to fulfill a man's needs. Keep their bellies full and their balls empty. That's how to keep a man happy, she used to explain. And if they ask you for anything—ANYTHING—it is your responsibility to obey. So, I learned how to cook and bake from an early age. Now, I'm old enough for part 2. My pussy ached thinking about Daddy. I just couldn't focus in math class. It was the last class of the day, so I was just counting the minutes until I could go home. Mr. Martin, my math teacher, was a tall, heavy man. His frumpy brown slacks, big in the waist, sagged loosely around his legs. His blue dress shirt was only partially tucked in and showed the remnants of his lunch. His large-framed glasses kept sliding down his face and he repeatedly pushed them up with his pudgy fingers. While his somewhat shaggy brown hair was kept neat, it was obvious that he wasn't particularly well groomed. I imagined that there were no women fulfilling his needs. I felt sorry for him. I thought about how full his balls must be. I thought about how his fat sausage fingers longed to grope young, supple breasts and how his dick would grow wrapped with warm, obedient fingers. I thought about how his hard cock would stretch a small, wet mouth and how his hot his cum would feel against soft, milky skin. I bit my lip and squirmed in my seat. I thought about how much poor neglected Mr. Martin needed a real woman to make him happy—if even for just the afternoon. He was rambling on about variables and axis, but all I heard was, "Blow me, Veronica. My fat dick needs you. Milk it good. I'm a man and you're a woman. Do your job, dammit! My ball sack is waiting for your soft mouth. I want to shoot my load all over those puffy pink nipples." The bell rang and everyone filed out of the classroom. The only thing I had accomplished the whole time I was in math class was drawing a dick in my notebook and getting very, very horny. Mr. Martin was standing at the blackboard erasing the example equations. I walked up beside him. "Mr. Martin, I'm having trouble with these equations. I just can't seem to grasp what you're teaching," I said. Mr. Martin cleared his throat and shifted his weight from foot to foot. I knew by the way Mr. Martin licked his lips and stared at my breasts that I had been right: he was definitely in need. And as a woman, it was my job to comply. I took a step closer. I knew the teacher-student relationship was frowned upon, but I was an adult and Mr. Martin's needs must come first. "Mr. Martin. I might not be able to grasp what we're learning in class," I said, hooking a finger into the waist of my teacher's slacks, "But I think there's something else you need me to grasp. Am I right, Mr. Martin?" I looked up, coyly, into Mr. Martin's dark eyes. He looked nervous and wild. "Wh-what are you doing, Veronica? This is, uh, inappropriate." Mr. Martin's rolled his tongue in his mouth. "Mr. Martin, I'm 18 now. It's okay. I'm a woman and it's my job to make sure you're taken care of. Now, relax," I said, as I rubbed the bulge in his pants. He moaned and closed his eyes, loosing himself for a second while my fingers ran up and down his package. "No, Veronica, I could lose my job!" He cried. "Not if we don't get caught, Mr. Martin, now keep quiet!" I whispered. He tried to push me away, but I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled out my teacher's cock. It was shorter than Daddy's, but it was even thicker. It only took a few strokes to get hard. I gently squeezed his balls. He squealed and jerked. I giggled and shushed him. He really was in need! "Really, Veronica, oh God, Mmhm, shit. This is wrong. You can't just...ohhh, yeah..." He trailed off. "Stop being so difficult and let me do my job!" I playfully scolded my math teacher. I lifted my shirt and pulled my boobs up out of my bra. My nipples were saluting Mr. Martin, waiting for some action. He groaned and his dick twitched in my hands. "Touch me," I begged. Mr. Martin reached up and caressed my breast so softly I thought he was afraid he'd break it. Then, without any warning, he grabbed both breasts in his big, rough hands and clinched them in his fists. He pulled and squeezed, pinching and twisting my nipples until they hurt. He pawed at my breasts—rough and primal—leaning down quite a bit to rub his face into them. I had to reach now to stroke his dick, but I did my best while Mr. Martin sucked and bit my chest. His mouth was hot and his tongue was strong. He had quite a mouthful and he devoured my breasts like they were giving him life. He pulled and pinched my nipples with his teeth. A moan escaped him and thrust his dick in my hand. It was exhilarating giving him what he so desperately needed! I felt my pussy heating up with every passing second. He pulled me close, pressing his mouth against mine. His breath was terrible and he forced his way between my lips. I sucked on his tongue as he increased his invasion—meeting his ferocity with my own desire to serve. I wrapped my arms around his chubby waist and pulled tightly against him. If there ever was a case for me to prove myself as a woman, it was with Mr. Martin. His need was palpable. He growled, panting, clumsily slipping his plump hand into my panties. I whimpered as his stout finger pushed open my folds. I was slick from longing and Mr. Martin knew it. "Do you like that, Veronica? Do you like it when your dirty, old teacher touches your tight, young pussy?" He rubbed fiercely, making me tremble, "Do you want me to make you cum?" "Oh, yes! Mr. Martin," I cried out, "Oh, God! You're too good to me!" I reached back down and stroked his cock with one hand and rubbed my breast with the other. My tongue met Mr. Martin's stroke for stroke. He pinched my clit, making me even wetter. "I love when you touch my clit. It's so fucking hot!" I cried. His short, fat finger poked my hole, teasing me. I was a virgin, but I had been touching myself for a long time. "Mm, yes, touch deep inside me like no man ever has! My hot virgin pussy is so hungry!" I cried, rubbing my pussy hard against his chubby hand. I had needed this all day and I thought I'd have to wait to see Daddy before I could cum again. I never imagined that this clumsy, fat man would make me feel so good. But I could feel my orgasm building each time Mr. Martin plunged his thick finger into my tight, dripping pussy. "Oh, God, you're going to make me cum, Mr. Martin! Fuck me, Mr. Martin! Fuck me with your fat fingers! Ah!" I cried out. He rubbed harder, pounding as deep as his short fingers could go. I moaned my approval. I had been on edge for the better part of the day, so it didn't take much before ripples of pleasure traveled through my body. I shook and collapsed against his belly. Mr. Martin grunted and slipped his fingers into his mouth. "Just like honey," Mr. Martin said, sucking my pussy juice from each finger. God, it was so sexy! When I recovered from my orgasm, I looked him in the eyes and dropped down to my knees. I bit my lip and stroked his dick. "Thank you, Mr. Martin. You're the best teacher a student could have."Mr. Martin looked down at me, ravenously licking his lips. I couldn't reach my fingers all the way around his dick, but I twisted my hands around it. His need pulsed through his cock. "I've been thinking about this dick all day. Mm," I murmured, "You have a really nice cock." I spit on it, stroking the length of him. The room smelled like sex and his moans gave me all the encouragement I needed. I slipped my lips around the tip of his cock, stroking the shaft with both hands. I licked down the side, rubbing the head across my cheek. "I love the way it feels on my face, Mr. Martin, the skin is so soft. Mmmm. Hm." I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, twisting my tongue around inside my mouth, sucking just enough to so my cheeks sunk in when I pulled away. "Mm. I could suck this cock all day," I groaned. Mr. Martin was panting. He pulled away and sat down at his desk. I crawled over to him, my breasts jiggling, and I perched between his legs. Mr. Martin's hot, thick cock poked out from under his fat belly. "Your cock is so big! Licking it makes my pussy so wet, Mr. Martin."I cooed. I sat up straighter and grabbed my breasts, shaking them for Mr. Martin. "Do you like my little tits?" I asked, grabbing his dick and rubbing the tip against my nipples, "My tits love your cock. See how hard it made my nipples? Mm. Oh, yeah, it's so perfect. I love to feel it in my hand." I stroked him, dragging my finger tips up the length of him and back down. He shuddered at the sensation. "Look at that nice cock. I want to taste every inch of it," I sucked and swirled like I was eating a lollipop—just the way my mom taught me. I squeezed his balls gently and sucked him in even deeper when I heard him moan. I took him all the way into my mouth. He wasn't as long as Daddy, but he was wider and it was difficult to fit my small mouth around such a huge cock. I swallowed him—pressing the head of his dick against the back of my throat. I held him like that for as long as I could. I pulled him out with a pop and took a moment to catch my breath. I swallowed him up again, this time gagging a bit while I struggled not to breath. I did this several times and was rewarded with moans each time I took him all the way in. When I pulled him out, my spit hung in strands from the tip of his dick to my lips. I licked my lips eagerly, looking Mr. Martin in the eye, and panted. His cock pulsed. "I just can't resist sucking this perfect cock. You're huge!" I said hungrily. I held the base with one hand while I sucked him in and out of my mouth. Then I playfully kissed down both sides of his thick shaft. My tongue played with his slit. "You make me feel so tingly. My pussy is dripping for you, Mr. Martin. Your cock makes me so horny. Do you like that? Do you like making my pussy beg for you?" I reached down and slipped a finger inside my panties. My pussy was swollen and soaking through the delicate cloth. I wanted to cum again. I started rubbing myself, moaning around Mr. Martin's fat cock. "Mmm," I moaned, taking his dick all the way in my mouth. I held my face against his balls for a while before I pulled off, spitting and sputtering, trying to catch my breath. He grabbed my head and thrust inside me again. He wasn't gentle, and I made a gurgling sound as he pounded my soft mouth with his hard dick. I slipped my fingers inside my cunt, rubbing in circles as Mr. Martin fucked my face. He wasn't even looking at me anymore. His eyes were closed and his face was looking toward the ceiling. His mouth hung open and a little line of drool ran down his chin. My pussy sucked my fingers in as ferociously as Mr. Martin fucked my face. I pinched and flicked my clit with my right hand and groped my breasts with my left. Mr. Martin held my head firmly while he rammed his thick cock down my throat. My body was on fire. I squealed and moaned on Mr. Martin's cock as it plunged in and out. My pussy sloshed with its juices—screaming for release. It wasn't long before my orgasm hit. I cried out around Mr. Martin's dick. He seemed to speed up—if that was even at all possible. I shook with pleasure and Mr. Martin let out a howl. He jerked and I felt a thick, hot splash hit the back of my throat. Mr. Martin paused for a moment, thrust once more, and again, shot his spunk down my throat. He pulled out and shot one last thick load onto my breasts. He was breathing hard and slumped back in his chair. I swiped my finger through the sticky mess and licked it off. It was thicker than Daddy's and bitter and salty. Mr. Martin watched me, lust raging in his tired eyes. I wiped off the rest of his cum with my finger and sucked it all down. Mr. Martin growled once again. His dick was soft and hung there—a shell of the thick beast it had been moments ago. I stood up, bent down so my breasts hung just in front of Mr. Martin's face, and kissed him. He was gentler this time as he prodded my mouth with his tongue. I sucked him in, biting his lip just a bit as I pulled away. "I still need you to explain what you were talking about in class today," I said, tucking my breasts away and pulling my shirt back into place. I picked up a paper from his desk and wrote down my cell number. "Give me a call when you have some free time and maybe you could tutor me. And if you need ANYTHING," I gave his cock a light squeeze, "Just give me a call." I walked out of the classroom, leaving a winded and completely spent Mr. Martin behind. A Woman's Job is Never Done Ch. 03 The school day was over and the hallways were empty. I had just spent the last 20 minutes or so on my knees in front of my math teacher. Mr. Martin was a lonely man without a woman to take care of his needs. I could still taste his cum in my mouth as I skipped out of the classroom. I looked back over my shoulder and watched Mr. Martin rub his cock as if congratulating it for a job well done. Mommy and Daddy would be so proud! Today's my 18th birthday, so I'm officially a woman. And as a woman, it's my job to serve men any way they need. My pussy was still tingly from my orgasm and my mind wandered to how much I'd love to have a thick dick in my virgin pussy. But I was saving that honor for my daddy. I was so focused on thinking about my daddy's cock that I didn't notice the janitor standing in the hallway outside Mr. Martin's classroom. I ran straight into him. He was a small man, not much taller than me, and his body was tight. His face was attractive but ruddy and it looked like he missed a few days shaving. A few grey hairs poked through the black. His name badge said, "Joe." "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said, pushing off his chest, "I didn't see you!" "No, I don't think you did," He said, eyeing my ripe body and rubbing the bulge in his grey coveralls, "I don't think you saw me at all. But I saw you." He reached out and grabbed my breast, pulling a gasp from my open lips. Who does this guy think he is? My nipples poked through my shirt and I flinched when he slapped them. "I saw you being a very bad girl. I saw you get on those dirty little knees and suck on Mr. Martin's prick. How do you think the school board is going to react when they find out what a dirty girl you've been? What do you think they'll do to Mr. Martin when find out he touched your succulent little cunt? Huh, little girl? What do you think then?" He reached down and cupped my crotch, rubbing the fabric hard against my sensitive mound. He repulsed me, but I knew he wouldn't let up too quickly. His eyes flashed with desire. Joe looked like a man who often got his way when he put his mind to it. "I'm not a little girl!" I cried in protest, terrified at what Joe was going to do, "I'm a woman now, so it was my responsibility to serve Mr. Martin. I'm an adult, so they can't do anything!" I lied. The janitor stepped closer and grabbed me by the hair, yanking me close and pulling my head back so I looked up at him. "Mr. Martin will be fired, you bitch. And you! You think you're a woman?! I'll teach you to be a woman!" the janitor spat angrily. He grabbed my face, pulling my mouth against his. He was ravenous, biting and slurping my red lips. His sucked my tongue into his mouth, nibbling it as he did. He pulled my jaw open as wide as he could and shoved his fingers in my mouth. I gagged, my arms flailing, trying to push him away. "Do you like having your mouth ripped open?" He growled, "Do you like being stretched?" He plunged his strong tongue deep into my mouth. He filled me so full that I nearly gagged. I gasped for air when he pulled away. Saliva dripped down his chin. "I bet you love being stretched, don't you, bitch? I bet you like have all of your little holes stuffed full. Do you like that? Do you like it when men fill you up?" Disgusted and aroused, he tossed me aside. I stumbled and fell face first and spread eagle on the linoleum tile. I tried to push myself up, but Joe held me down. He spanked my ass and rubbed my pussy through my pants. "Come on, bitch! It's about time you learned something useful in this worthless place!" He pulled me up by my hair and dragged me down hallway. He threw me into a stairwell that led to the basement. There was nothing in the basement but a few abandoned classrooms, storage closets and the boiler room. What was he going to do with me? Was he going to take my virginity? I thought about this man's cock forcing its way into my pussy—my soaking wet pussy had been screaming a moment ago for a hard cock. I whimpered at the thought of him ripping me open like that. Oh, God! What if he wanted to fuck my ass? I've never even played around with that so I know I couldn't take him! It was one thing to submit to a man's needs but this was wrong. Wasn't it? My needy pussy wasn't so sure. "What are you doing?!" I cried, "You can't do this. I need to get home! My parents will call the school looking for me and they'll find me! They'll find me with you!" I yelled. The janitor threw me against the wall and pressed his hard body against mine—his stiff cock pressed against my stomach. His breath was hot against my skin and he wrapped his hand around my throat. "No one is here, little girl. It's Friday, you stupid little slut. Everyone runs home as fast as they can on Friday." He hissed against my ear. He ripped up my shirt and yanked my breasts free, slapping them. Hard. I cried out. "Please don't do this! Please!" I whimpered. He laughed and threw me into an old classroom that had been converted into a storage space. I fell on my knees just inside the doorway. The corner by the door stored tools and items that the groundskeeper might use. The other front corner was reserved for the custodians. The rest of the room was cluttered: desks, chairs and tables were scattered around and boxes were stacked along the far wall. There were shelves of old text books and classroom equipment. "If you do exactly as I say, I'll be easy on you. If you do everything I ask, I won't tell anyone about what I saw you doing with Mr. Martin." The janitor said. He unbuttoned his coveralls, pulled out his erection and started to rub the long shaft. His chest was hard and rippling with muscles—more from a life of hard labor than a life spent at the gym. For some reason, that turned me on. He had a long, skinny dick. So, that was a relief. At least when he raped me, it wouldn't hurt as much as Daddy's fat dick would. He stepped behind me, rubbing his cock against my round ass. He stroked my ass a few times with his strong hands, tracing my crack through my blue jeans. He reached around and did the same to my pussy, pressing my backside firmly against his erection. His other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me still. He bent me forward a bit and slapped his pelvis hard against my ass mimicking a hard fuck. His assault echoed in the empty basement. He ran his hands all over my body, exploring my ample curves and digging his fingertips into my soft skin. He spanked me. I whimpered: nervous about what the janitor had intended for me and excited by his need and hunger. "Take of your clothes," he barked. I whimpered but did as he asked. I tossed my book bag aside and pulled my top the rest of the way over my head and set it on an overturned desk. I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants. I shimmied out of them and set them aside with my shirt. My panties were still soaking wet. I could smell my starved pussy and I knew the janitor could, too. "All of it!" he yelled. He stroked his cock with a slow, steady rhythm. His cock was long, which made it look thinner than it actually was. I stared at it, trying to reconcile the idea that his man meat was going to split me in two. He leered at me, breathing through his open mouth. I unfastened my bra, allowing my tits to bounce with freely and I stepped out of my panties. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of me standing naked in the storage room. I started to protest, but he shushed me, laughing. "I'm documenting our time together. You should be thankful. That way you know I won't tell on you and Mr. Martin because I'll be just as much to blame as he was. Now, give them to me," he said, indicating my panties. I tossed them over to him. He balled them up and pressed them to his face, inhaling deeply. "Mmmm..." He snarled, "What a juicy cunt you have. A genuine honey pot. Turn around." I did as he instructed. "Bend over and show me that ass. Spread your legs." I bent over and used both hands to spread open my ass for him. It was degrading being treated like a snack for a hungry wolf. I thought about how terrifying it would be if he mounted me right there—pumping his long rod inside of me and filling me with his seed. I imagined what it would look like when his cum dripped out of my tiny hole. These thoughts were thrilling and I felt my stomach flutter. The air was cold against my glistening pussy. I jumped with a squealed when he spanked me. "Look at that little, dripping cunt!" He marveled, spanking my pussy. I squealed again. "Hold it open...that's it. I want to see both holes." I spread my cheeks as far as I could. He took a few close-up photos of my virgin holes. He knelt down behind me and buried his face in my puckered ass. My breath hastened as he flicked his tongue against my hole and sucked my taint. He pushed me all the way over so my hands were on the floor and my ass was high in the air. His arms locked around me at the small of my back, pinning me so I couldn't stand up. This position left my pussy and ass wide open. The janitor dove in. He sucked and licked from my clit to my ass. I gushed when he strummed my cum button with his strong tongue, making my body hum. He slurped my juices, moaning as he did, which delighted me despite my disgust. I rubbed against him, silently begging him to continue his invasion. My breasts hung down toward the floor and I longed to caress them, but I knew if I lifted a hand, I would topple over. As if he read my mind, he loosened his grip on me and allowed me to stand upright against him. He reached around to fondle my breasts. He pinched and turned my rigid nipples in his rough fingertips. He pulled them taut, making my breasts spring back when he finally let go. He pushed my breasts together and sucked on my nipples, biting and pulling them with his teeth. I winced and sobbed at his aggression. My body ached for this despicable man. "Big girls don't cry," He sneered, "Or aren't you the woman you claim to be?" he mocked. He pinched my nipple, making me cry out. Then he let his hand snake down to my pussy. "So wet already. What a dirty little girl you've been. Do you like it when strange men touch you? Do you like making them hard for you?" He pulled my arms backward and held my wrists, which forced my chest forward and my ass back. He thrust his cock against me, sliding it along my slick crack. He sped up. I bounced against him with a thud, my breasts jumping with east thrust. I cried out at the assault and he slowed. "Don't cry, little girl. Uncle Joe is going to make it all better," He growled against my ear. His hand coasted down my stomach and graced my pussy lips. His touch was so delicate I almost cried out for more. He tenderly dipped a finger into my burning cunt, exploring my pussy. My whimpers filled the room. I hated him but I wanted him. I rolled my hips while he fingered me, pressing back against his erection. He found my hole and playfully teased it with his fingertips. My hips jerked from the sensation. I heard him laugh quietly at my reaction. Then he cupped my entire pussy with his hand and plunged two fingers inside of me. His thumb hung around my clit and he rubbed it while he thrust into me, curving them up so they hit on the other side of my clit. Joe fingered me fiercely. It was incredible! My legs wobbled and I almost lost my balance, but Joe held me tight and continued battering my pussy. My whimpers became moans that shook with the pounding his hand gave me. Suddenly, I felt an enormous pressure build in my abdomen. It was almost like I had to pee really badly, but it came on too fast. I knew I was close to cumming. "Fuck! Ahhh!" I cried, "Mmm. Yeahhh. God, I'm going to cum! Fuck me!" My body shook and I screamed incoherently as an orgasm pulsed through me. Then, it was like a dam broke and I came. I couldn't move, so I just stood against Joe, panting and convulsing. I was soaking wet. He spun me sideways and slapped my breasts. "So, the naughty little girl can squirt, huh? I've never seen anything like that—you came everywhere!" He exclaimed, a little too proud of himself. He shoved the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. "Suck on them!" Joe commanded, "Taste your cum! Do you taste good? Huh? Fuck, yeah, you taste good!" I did as he asked and sucked his fingers into my mouth. I tasted sweet and musky. I lapped at his fingers and he shoved his hand deep in my mouth, making me gag. I sputtered and spit, drooling around his fingers. He pulled my mouth open wide and spit into it. Then he spun me again and bent me over. Joe rubbed from my pussy to my ass, bringing my ample pussy juice all around my puckered hole. I sobbed, but I couldn't help rubbing against his hand. He chuckled. "You can whimper and tell me, 'No,' all you want, but with the way you just came, I know exactly what you want!" He said. He was right! What was wrong with me? He poked a finger into my ass, making me jump and scream. He laughed, poking his finger deeper, twisting it around and pushing my pussy juice into my virgin ass. He was getting me lubed up! It hurt, but not in the way I expected. It filled me like something I've never known before. He sensed my tension and focused on my pussy, pulling moans out of me. I almost cried out when he took his hand away. But he quickly inserted his finger back into my tight ass. I must have been slick enough because he stuck a second finger inside me without a problem. "How many dicks have you had in this sweet ass?" He asked. "None." I whispered. "Hot, damn! What a juicy cherry waiting to be tasted," He growled into my ear. He reached around with his other arm and grabbed my breasts. He pulled and twisted them while he loosened my ass hole with his fingers. I started moaning again, and he picked up the pace. My pussy was begging for attention. Without thinking, I reached down and touched myself. "Fucking bitch wants to cum again? You like touching yourself while I finger your ass...naughty girl. You want to cum while I'm inside you?" He fingered me faster. My moans became cries of desire. I wanted all of him. I flicked my clit harder and dipped my fingers into my soaking wet cunt. "Fuuuck..." I moaned, "Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum! Don't stop! Please!" Joe really got into it—he threw his whole body into finger fucking my ass. I rubbed my hot clit thinking about how good it felt having this dirty man fingering me. It was so wrong, but it felt amazing! I thought about his long dick and how it would feel beating my asshole. I thought about his balls emptying into my virgin ass and dripping down my pussy while I was bent over. I wanted him to use me...make me his dirty little cum bucket. I rubbed furiously, edging toward orgasm. He let go of me and took a step back. I protested, reaching my ass back toward him. He grabbed my hands so I couldn't masturbate. "You want to cum for me? You miss my fingers in there?" He asked, "You want to cum for me, then say the words. Tell me that's it's my ass and you miss me inside of you." "Please," I whispered, "Please let me cum." "I didn't hear that, what?" he mocked. "Please, it's your ass and I need you inside of me! I need you to make me cum! I need you to fuck my ass!" I begged. "Your ass will be mine, but not right now," He hissed. Joe held me tight and slipped his fingers back in my ass. He was really giving me a pounding. Then he did something that drove me absolutely wild: he invaded both holes at the same time. He had two fingers in my pussy and his thumb up my ass. He stroked with such vigor that I nearly passed out. The sensation sent me over the edge and my orgasm flooded over me. I shook with lust and desire. My face and chest flushed and my nipples were so hard they could have cut glass. I squirted a little, but not nearly as much as before. My legs were like jelly. I cried out and collapsed against the janitor. I couldn't move. My orgasm left me completely useless. The janitor held me against him and slipped his hard cock in the gap in my thighs beneath my pussy. He never actually entered me, but the top of his shaft slid back and forth against my slit. My cum dripped down my thighs, so he had no problem fucking me like that. My pussy quivered as his shaft stroked me. My clit was over-stimulated from my orgasm. I jerked uncontrollably. He looped his arms up under mine and held my back closely against his chest. He pounded me—my ass slapping against him—while he fucked my thigh gap. I was delirious with pleasure. His breathing increased and his jerking got more erratic. He spun me around again, depositing me on my back onto an abandoned desk. He spread my legs open. My red pussy twitched. He jerked his cock for a few minutes. I started to get my senses back and lazily began to finger my juicy cunt. I looked the janitor in the eye and licked my lips. He grunted and shot a few streams of spunk onto my glistening pussy. "Fuck, yes...give it to me..." I moaned, enjoying the heat of his load on my swollen cunt. He stood, rubbing his cock, which hadn't started to soften yet. I rubbed my fingers through my cum-covered pussy. I swiped up a white gob and sucked it into my mouth. The hunger in Joe's eyes tore right through me. He took out his phone again and took a few pictures. One of my pussy covered in his cum and a few more of me sucking his cum off of my fingers. I rubbed my breasts for him, pinching my nipples and touching my pussy. He took a few more pictures. Joe walked over to the stack of boxes and started rummaging around. He came back with a glass test tube. I grabbed it and rubbed the rounded end of the cold glass against my cunt. I moaned, sticking just the tip into my pussy and twisting. Joe took another photo. "I'm imagining this is your cock, teasing me, getting ready to fill me up. I want to see you bury your dick right inside of me," I purred. I used the test tube to push the rest of his cum into my sweet cunt. "Yeah, push that cum right in your little hole where it belongs," he growled. I think he stopped taking pictures and started filming. For some reason, that turned me on even more. I pulled and tweaked my nipples with my left hand while I masturbated with the glass tube. It felt very nice inside my plump pussy. It glided over my slick folds, rubbing against my clit and sending little pulses through my body. "Oh, yeah, mhmmm..." I sighed, rolling my hips while I stroked my pussy. I stuck it deep inside of me—until it wouldn't go any further—and I gave it a spin. My wet cunt slurped and sucked at the glass. I never knew a pussy could be so loud! I slipped it out and showed it to Joe. "Look at the way it shines," I said, licking the glass tube with the tip of my tongue, "This should be you fucking my pussy." I sucked it in my mouth, drinking up all of my pussy juice. It still tasted a little like his cum. "Oh, yeah. That's it. Now, put it back in your hole. Just play a little bit more for me," Joe instructed, "Spread your pussy for me. I want to see it go inside. Oh, fuck, yeah." "Oh, God. It's nice and tight. Oooo..." I trailed off. The sound of my hungry wet pussy filled the room. Both of my hands were working my abused cunt. I stuck the test tube all the way in again. With the rounded base against my cervix, the open end of the glass tube allowed a unique view of my secret depths. Joe found a flashlight and lit it up for the camera. "That's so fucking sexy! Now, suck on your fingers. Tell me how good you taste," Joe commanded. I licked my fingers one at a time, savoring my flavor. I looked into the phone's camera lens while I salivated over my own cum. I watched the janitor stroke his cock while he filmed. "Mm. My pussy tastes so sweet." I murmured. "Do you like doing dirty things with strangers? Do you like fucking yourself in front of a dirty old man?" He asked. "I like it when you watch me. I like watching you jerk your hard cock over my pink pussy. You're making me all wet. Oh, God, it feels so good!" I pulled my long nipples, making my breasts bounce when I let go. "Do you like watching me play with my little titties? I want you to cum all over my chest. Would you like that? Make a nice, big, wet, sticky mess all over my tits...Mmhmm..." A Woman's Job is Never Done Ch. 03 He stepped closer and rubbed his cock on my breasts. He slapped it against my nipples, rubbed again and then slapped one more time. He held his phone close to my breasts while he smacked my tender tips. I abandoned my pussy and held my breasts together. "Mm...fuck. That's so hot. Oh, yeah. I want to feel your rock hard cock fuck my tits." Joe left to look through the boxes again. When he came back, he had a little bottle of something. He squirted it all over my breasts. It was some kind of oil or lube and it was cold, which made my nipples perk up even more. He lingered on my nipples, tugging on them. He dug his fingertips into my tits and giggled them. I moaned my approval. He pulled me to my knees. He slapped my lubed up titties a few times with his hard cock. "Push them together for me," he said, "Yeah just like that." I pressed my breasts tightly while he slipped his rod in between. He was still recording. He pushed his dick up toward my face. My entire body rebounded with each thrust. His momentum increased. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," He whispered as he hammered my tits. He grabbed me by the throat, "Tell me how much you like it, bitch!" "Yes," I moaned, "It feels so good. I love it when you fuck my titties. " I held down my head and stuck out my tongue. I licked the swollen head of his dick each time he thrust upward. His long cock looked so fucking sexy pumping my cleavage. "Yes! Put your tongue there, put your tongue there. Oh, God!" He cried. I spit on his dick. "Yeahhhh...Give it to me!" There was precum oozing out of Joe's cock and he rubbed it all over my breasts. The heat of his powerful dick against my soft breasts was incredible. His lust was delicious. I bit my lip and moaned. "Look at me, I want to see those eyes," he said. I looked up at him, meeting his fierce stare with my own intensity. My pussy was hungry again. Each thrust between my sensitive breasts sent waves through me. I threw my head back in ecstasy. Joe leaned down and kissed my open mouth. I moaned behind his lips. He kept fucking my tits, but it became more sensual. His tongue lingered in my mouth, begging for me to surrender to him. I pulled his lip into my mouth and gently sucked on his flesh. A breathy moan left him. That moan went straight to my pussy, which quivered and dripped. Suddenly, Joe stopped. "Get up," He said, slapping my breast in encouragement. He walked over and grabbed a ladder that was leaning against the wall. He brought it toward me and unfolded it. It was about 8 feet tall and locked into an "A" shape. It had been silver, but it was splattered with paint. "Climb up to the top and bend over," He instructed. Curious, and really, really horny, I did exactly as he told me—no questions asked. I climbed up until I could rest my stomach on the top step and bent over. I grabbed the support wrung on the other side. My head hung upside down and facing the ladder. I could see between my legs, but my view was limited. I heard Joe walk away and return. "Spread your legs as wide as you can," he said, "I want you stretched open." I did as he asked and I realized that he had a broom in his hand. It had an old wooden handle that had been worn smooth over the years. I watched as he poked the handle against my pussy. He was going to fuck me with that? I flinched when the unrelenting wood slid into my silky pink hole. "Relax," He said, soothing my nerves. "It'll be alright." I took a few deep breaths and felt myself relax. The janitor must have sensed this as well, because he stroked the handle against my lit, getting it all wet, and then gently slid it into my pussy. He pushed it all the way against my cervix. It hurt when it hit, but in a deep and interesting way. He gave the broom a spin. Oh, boy...my head spun from the sensation. It was incredible! He removed the broom from my pussy. I begged him to put it back. The broom lost its sensuality the second time in. Joe thrust it inside me—hammering my cervix with the wood. I screamed and almost flew off the ladder. But I held on and Joe continued fucking me with the broom. Fast. Deep. Unrelenting. I was delirious. Joe changed the angle of the broom handle. I was done for. My pussy clenched and my body seized and shuddered. I felt pressure releasing as I came, squirting around the broom handle. "Yes, baby girl, cum for me. Splash your delicious nectar all over the place." Joe encouraged. I couldn't move. Joe gave me a few minutes to catch my breath. As I lay there atop the ladder, completely worn out, I feel the broom handle caress my slit again. This time, it was aimed at my ass. I couldn't protest. I tried, but there was no sound. I was helpless as the polished wood pushed into my virgin ass. I felt my ass resist, but Joe was persistent and since I squirted everywhere, there was plenty of lube available. He stroked my slick slit once more and pushed the broom into my ass. I screamed at the invasion. Joe stopped and let me get accustomed to the feeling of having my ass filled. Maybe it was because I was basically numb from orgasm, or maybe it really did feel good, but whatever the reason, I started cooing and murmuring as Joe slowly began to fuck my ass with the broom handle. Inch by inch, he filled me. I had never felt anything like it! My eyes closed in bliss and I relaxed. I even started to thrust backward just enough to encourage the janitor's assault. I don't know how far he went inside me—it felt like miles. I moaned and sobbed, begging him to never stop. I was his fuck toy—his pleasure palace—and I wanted to be filled every way imaginable. Joe helped me down off the ladder. He did most of the work because I was basically jelly. I couldn't stand and I was all shaky. My body tingled and I knew I wanted to b used over and over again. Joe laid me on my back on the floor and stroked my tits, tracing his fingers along my stomach and to my pussy. His hands felt cold against my burning mound. "Did you enjoy yourself, sweetie?" The janitor asked as he fingered my worn pussy. I could only moan and smile. He knelt beside me and started jerking his cock over my chest. I wanted to feel his cum again. I wanted to bathe in his cum. I wanted it to fill me up and made me feel warm forever. He grabbed the test tube and stroked his rock hard cock. When he came, he pressed the tip of his dick against the test tube, filling it with his cum. I opened my mouth, expecting him to pour it down my throat. But he got up and rummaged through the boxes again. He came back with a little clear rubber tube about a half-inch in diameter. He rubbed my pussy with the end of the tube and stuck it deep down inside of me. Then he stretched out the tube and poured his cum in the other end. We both watched in silence as his seed slowly dripped down the tube and into my pussy. When most of it was inside me, he removed the tube and slapped my pussy. "Just a little something to remember me by," He said, and left. I was all alone—used, filled, and completely satisfied. He never entered any of my holes with his cock. But, he still made me cum buckets and now I held his seed in my virgin pussy. I wonder if Daddy will mind taking my cherry with another man's cum in my womb. Only time will tell.