Chapter One: The Scent of Secret Hunger
My name is Angela, and I just turned eighteen. I’m Russian, born here but still carrying that thick accent my mom never let me lose. I’m short—barely five-foot-three—and petite, with a small waist and curves that feel almost too much for my frame. People say I look like a doll. My mom, Anita, is the opposite: tall, long-legged, with the kind of body that turns heads even when she’s just wearing jeans and a sweater. She’s stunning, like a model who never stopped working the runway. Same Russian blood, but on her it looks dangerous.
Jason has been coming around our house for years. He’s my parents’ family friend—tall, fit in that lean, skinny-athletic way, with sharp cheekbones and calm eyes that always seem to notice everything. When my dad is out of town for work, Jason appears. Sometimes he stays late. Sometimes his car is still in the driveway the next morning. I told myself it was nothing. I was wrong.
Tonight Dad was gone again, somewhere in another state for meetings. Mom was downstairs in the kitchen, humming while she made coffee like everything was perfectly normal. Jason had come over “just to check in,” and I couldn’t stay away.
I waited until the conversation downstairs slowed, then walked into the living room wearing my tight little tank top and soft cotton shorts. My heart was already racing.
“Jason,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my voice came out breathy, “I’ve been thinking about doing some modeling. Influencer stuff, you know? I need someone who knows how to take good photos, someone who can guide me and manage everything. You’re good at that kind of thing… right?”
He looked up from the couch, his eyes sliding slowly over me—my bare legs, the way the tank hugged my chest—before he smiled that quiet, dangerous smile.
“Sure, Angela. I’d love to help. You want to become an influencer?”
I nodded quickly. Mom called from the kitchen, her voice warm and amused, “She’s really determined, Jason. You should see how hard she’s been working on this.”
That was all I needed.
I swallowed hard. “Come upstairs? I’ll show you some of the clothes I’ve already received.”
Jason stood up—tall, towering over me the way he always did—and followed me up the narrow staircase. Every step made my thighs press together. I left my bedroom door half-open, pretending it was normal, but the moment we stepped inside, the air felt thicker. My room smelled like vanilla body spray and the faint sweetness of my skin. The fairy lights were on low. My bed was still unmade from this morning.
I knelt by the box under my desk and started pulling out the pieces one by one—tiny tops, high-cut bottoms, sheer little covers in soft colors. I laid them across my bed like offerings. Jason stood close behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body. He reached past me and picked up a white set, running his long fingers over the thin fabric.
“These are nice,” he murmured, voice low.
My hands were shaking when I reached into the laundry hamper beside my bed. I pulled out the red two-piece I had worn last week—still carrying the scent of my sweat, sunscreen, and the way I’d gotten excited thinking about him while I was wearing it. The fabric was slightly stiff in places. I held it out to him without a word.
“This one’s my favorite,” I whispered. “I wore it a lot.”
Jason took it from my fingers. For a second he just looked at it. Then he lifted the red fabric slowly to his nose and inhaled—deep, unhurried, right where the crotch had pressed against me.
My breath caught in my throat. Heat flooded between my legs so fast I felt dizzy. I was getting wet, right there in front of him.
“I don’t think this is new,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “This is used… It smells nice though.”
I felt my face burn crimson. My nipples tightened against my tank top. I managed a tiny, shy smile and breathed, “Yeah… I wore it last weekend at the pool.”
He kept the red piece in his hand a moment longer, then folded it neatly and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans like it belonged to him now.
“Hey Siri,” he said softly, using the old nickname he’d given me when I was little, “let me take these home and think about it tonight. I’ll let you know tomorrow.” His gaze dropped to my chest again, then slowly rose back to my flushed face. “Especially this one. It smells nice.”
He left my room carrying my used panties—my scent—in his pocket.
I stood there trembling after the door clicked shut behind him. My mom’s laugh floated up from downstairs. I locked my bedroom door with shaking fingers, pushed my hand down inside my shorts, and found myself dripping. I rubbed fast, desperate, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan too loud. I came hard within seconds, imagining Jason alone tonight with my red fabric pressed to his face… and then imagining him pressing his face somewhere much warmer.
Tomorrow he’ll text me.
I already know I’m going to say yes to whatever he wants.
End of Chapter One.
Chapter Two: Midnight Mistakes
I barely slept after Jason left.
The house was quiet. Mom had gone to bed, and I could hear the faint sound of her shower running earlier—probably washing him off her, I thought bitterly. I lay on my back in the dark, staring at the fairy lights on my ceiling, my body still buzzing.
This is Dad’s fault.
If he wasn’t always gone, Jason wouldn’t be coming around so much. If Dad paid more attention, maybe Mom wouldn’t need him. And maybe I wouldn’t be lying here soaked and aching because of the same man. I hated how angry that made me… and how much it turned me on at the same time.
I kept replaying the moment in my room. The way Jason had towered over my petite frame, how small I felt next to his tall, lean body. The quiet way he’d lifted my used red bottoms to his nose and breathed me in. That little smile he gave me right before he left—half amused, half hungry. He smiled like he knew exactly how wet I was. Like he knew this was important. Like he knew I was offering him more than just clothes.
My hand slid down under the blanket before I could stop myself.
I closed my eyes and imagined him on his knees between my short legs, pushing them apart with those long fingers. I pictured his face pressing right there, nose buried against my bare pussy, inhaling me the same way he’d smelled the bikini. Deep. Slow. Greedy. I rubbed my clit in tight little circles, biting my lip hard, remembering how his voice had dropped when he said, “It smells nice though…”
I came once. Then again, faster, hips lifting off the bed as I whispered his name into my pillow.
My phone lit up on the nightstand.
Jason: Are you awake?
My heart slammed against my ribs. It was almost 1 a.m.
I typed back instantly, fingers trembling.
Angela: Yes
Jason: Good. Can you send me any videos or photos from your previous shoots? Some examples so I can see what you’ve already done and what style we’re working with.
I didn’t even think. I answered right away.
Angela: yes, here you go
I sat up, heart racing, pussy still throbbing from my earlier orgasm. I stripped completely naked—my small breasts tight with excitement, nipples hard, my smooth Russian skin flushed pink. I stood in front of the mirror, angled my phone, and took a full-body selfie. Legs slightly apart, one hand resting just below my belly, showing everything. Then I took another lying on my bed, knees up, completely exposed.
I added three more bikini photos from last week—the ones where the fabric was pulled tight and you could see the outline of my body. And then… I attached the naked one too. On purpose. I made sure it was mixed in so it would look like an accident, like I’d sent too many files and one slipped through.
I hit send before I could chicken out.
The message delivered. Two blue ticks.
I waited, breathing fast, thighs pressed together. The “typing…” bubble appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Jason: Angela…
Jason: I think you sent something extra there.
Another message came through right after.
Jason: Fuck. You look incredible.
I bit my lip so hard it hurt. My face was burning, but I was smiling in the dark. I could picture him right now—probably in his apartment, my used red bikini still in his pocket, staring at my naked body on his phone.
I typed back, pretending to be shy and embarrassed.
Angela: oh my god im so sorry!! that was a mistake i was trying to send only the bikini ones 😭
Jason: Don’t apologize.
Jason: Send me more tomorrow when we meet. I want to see everything.
I squeezed my thighs together again, fresh wetness dripping down. He wanted more. He was already thinking about seeing me again.
I whispered into the empty room, “I’ll show you everything, Jason…”
Down the hall, I heard Mom’s bedroom door open for a second, then close. I wondered if she had any idea what her daughter had just done.
I didn’t care.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
Chapter Three: Mistakes I Wanted to Make
It was almost midnight. The house had gone completely silent. Mom’s bedroom door had been shut for over an hour, and I was still lying in my bed under the soft glow of my fairy lights, my body humming like electricity was running through my veins. I had already come twice thinking about Jason’s tall frame, his calm voice, and the way he had smelled my used red bottoms earlier. My little pink panties were soaked through, and I had kicked the blanket off because even the lightest touch on my skin felt too much.
Then my phone lit up on the pillow beside me.
Jason: I can’t stop thinking about you, Angela. Don’t wanna sleep… Send me more photos so I can work on them tonight and start planning everything properly.
My heart jumped. Before I could even reply, another message appeared.
Jason: And make more mistakes when you’re sending them 😉
I read those words three times, my breath getting shorter. Make more mistakes. He wasn’t being subtle. He wanted me to “accidentally” send him nudes. He was practically begging for them while pretending it was still about modeling and planning. The little winky face made my stomach flip and my pussy clench at the same time.
“Oh my god…” I whispered into the dark room. “He really wants to see me naked again.”
I sat up, my short legs dangling off the edge of the bed. At only five-foot-three I always felt tiny, especially when I pictured Jason’s tall, lean body next to mine. I imagined him right now in his apartment, maybe shirtless on his couch, my earlier photos already saved on his phone. The thought made me throb.
I opened my hidden album and started choosing carefully, taking my time so I could stay in this delicious, nervous state longer.
First, the teasing ones. I picked three photos where I wore tight white micro-shorts from last month. In one of them I was sitting on the floor with my knees apart, and the thin fabric pressed so tightly against me that the clear outline of my cameltoe was visible — the soft swell of my pussy lips showing through. In another I was bending forward slightly, the shorts riding up. I knew he would zoom in on those.
Then I went to the folder Malvina had sent me. My little sister had taken some innocent beach photos two weeks ago, but a few of them were perfect. Close-ups from behind: me on all fours on the towel reaching for sunscreen, my round, firm ass barely covered by tiny bikini bottoms that had slipped between my cheeks. The curve where my thighs met my butt was so smooth and plump. You could see the shadow between my legs. I added four of those.
And then I stopped pretending to be shy.
I pulled out the real nudes I had taken for myself a few nights earlier when I was feeling especially horny and lonely. One was a full-body mirror shot — completely naked, standing on my tiptoes, one hand cupping my small perky breast, the other resting just above my smooth, bare pussy. Another was me lying on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers parting my pink lips so you could see how wet I was inside. The third was taken from above — me on my knees, ass up, back arched, looking back at the camera with my hair messy.
I mixed all of them in with the milder photos so it would still look like clumsy “accidents.” My hands were shaking as I attached everything and hit send.
The messages went through with a soft whoosh.
I waited.
While the blue ticks appeared, my mind spun wildly.
What is he doing right now?
Is he lying completely naked in his bed, that tall, fit, skinny-muscular body stretched out, phone in one hand, his other hand slowly stroking himself while he looks at my tiny Russian body? Is his cock already hard because of me? How big is it? I kept imagining it — long and thick, veins standing out, the head swollen and leaking because he wants to push it inside a petite girl like me. God, I hoped he was huge. Big enough that it would be a tight fit. Big enough that I would feel it for days.
Or maybe he was in the shower right now — hot water running down his chest and abs, one hand braced against the tiles while he stared at my photos with the other hand pumping his cock. Maybe he had my used red bikini right there with him, pressing it to his face while he looked at my nudes.
What if… what if all these months he had been coming over not just for Mom, but because of me? Because he had been waiting for me to turn eighteen. Because he wanted this little doll body more than my tall, sexy model mom. The thought made me feel powerful and dirty at the same time.
I looked down between my short spread legs.
My smooth, puffy little pussy was glistening, literally dripping. A thin string of my wetness had run down onto the sheet. My clit was swollen and peeking out, begging for attention. I stared at it, mesmerized by how needy I looked.
I touched two fingers to my folds, spreading them gently, and whispered softly, “I know, girl… I know you want him too. You’re so fucking wet for him already. You’re dripping just thinking about his face between our legs.”
I rubbed slow circles on my clit, biting my lip to stay quiet. My petite body trembled. I imagined Jason’s calm eyes looking up at me from between my thighs, inhaling me deeply like he did with the bikini.
My phone buzzed.
Jason: Angela… fuck.
Jason: These are very dangerous mistakes you’re making tonight.
Jason: That cameltoe… your perfect little ass in those photos your sister took… and those other ones. Jesus.
Jason: You’re going to kill me, little one.
I smiled in the dark, my fingers moving faster now.
Angela: sorryyy 😔 i keep messing up tonight… i was rushing
Jason: Don’t you dare be sorry.
Jason: I want you to keep making mistakes like this. Tomorrow when we meet, I want even more.
Jason: Now get some sleep. We have a lot of “planning” to do.
I didn’t sleep much after that.
I came twice more — once slow and deep while imagining him smelling me for real, his nose pressed against my bare pussy, and once fast and desperate while picturing his big cock sliding into me, stretching my tiny body open. Every time I finished I looked down at my soaked thighs and whispered the same thing to my dripping pussy.
“I know… I know you want him too.”
Down the hall, Mom’s room stayed quiet. I wondered if she had fallen asleep thinking about Jason, or if she had any idea that her own daughter had just sent the same man a dozen naked photos and was now lying here fantasizing about stealing him.
I didn’t feel guilty anymore.
I felt hungry.
Tomorrow was going to change everything.
End of Chapter Three.
Chapter Four: Late-Night Fantasies
After Jason’s last message, I couldn’t settle. My body was buzzing, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. I lay on my back in the dark, the fairy lights casting soft patterns across my ceiling, but all I could see was him. Jason. Tall, lean, thirty-eight years old, and completely off-limits… yet somehow becoming mine in ways Mom would never know.
I opened my phone again and went straight to the secret folder where I had saved his pictures. There were quite a few from last summer at the lake — him without his shirt, laughing, water dripping down his chest. I zoomed in slowly, studying every detail like I was trying to memorize him.
His chest wasn’t overly muscular, but it was nicely defined, with a light trail of dark hair running down the center and spreading across his pecs. I imagined what that hair would feel like under my small palms — slightly coarse, warm. I kept zooming, tracing the V-line disappearing into his swim trunks. God, those trunks… they looked full. I stared at the bulge, trying to picture exactly what was hiding underneath.
What does he look like completely naked? I thought.
I closed my eyes and let the image form. I pictured myself standing in front of him, so short and petite next to his tall frame. My hands reaching up, fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts, slowly pulling them down. His cock springing free — heavy, thick, maybe slightly curved. I wondered how big he really was. Would it look huge compared to my small hands? Would the head be flushed dark pink? Would there be a bead of precum already waiting for me?
I bit my lip and whispered to the empty room, “Can I ask you something… like, AI style?”
Even though no one could hear me, I kept going in my head, asking the questions that were burning inside me.
He’s thirty-eight and I’m eighteen. What are the chances he’s actually interested in me?
Do men like younger girls more than women their own age?
Is it normal for a man his age to get hard over a girl like me?
If he has my used panties and said they smell nice, does that mean he wants to fuck me?
Would he risk everything with my mom just to have me?
What if he’s been thinking about me for years while pretending to be just a family friend?
The fantasy answers flooded in, making me even wetter.
Then I focused on the most dangerous thought: He still had my red bikini bottoms in his pocket. He had smelled them right in front of me and told me they smelled nice.
What is he doing with them right now?
I imagined the AI voice answering me calmly: “Most likely he is lying in bed right now, completely naked, your red panties wrapped around his neck or pressed against his face. He’s slowly stroking himself while scrolling through all the photos and nudes you sent him. He’s imagining you there with him — your tiny body on his bed, legs spread, offering yourself completely.”
That image hit me like fire.
I closed my eyes tight and let myself sink into it.
I pictured walking into his apartment bedroom. Dim lights. Jason sitting on the edge of his bed, tall and naked, his lean body glowing. My red bikini dangling from his fingers. He looks up at me with that calm, hungry stare and says softly, “Come here, little Angela. I’ve been waiting for you.”
In my fantasy I walk over on shaky legs. He pulls me between his knees, his hands so big on my small waist. “You’re so fucking tiny,” he whispers. “So perfect.” He leans in and kisses my stomach, then lower, breathing me in for real this time. I feel his short beard brushing against my smooth skin — slightly scratchy, warm, masculine. It makes me shiver.
I slide down to my knees in front of him.
I had watched a few blowjob videos earlier that week, trying to learn. In my mind I replayed them now. I imagined wrapping my small hand around his thick cock, looking up at him with big innocent eyes. I lean forward, part my lips, and take him into my mouth — slow, wet, trying to please him. I swirl my tongue around the head, suck gently, then take him deeper. He groans, his hand gently resting on my hair.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs in my fantasy. “Such a good girl for me.”
But then doubt crept in. What if I’m bad at it? What if I gag too much or use too much teeth? Would he get disappointed? Would he stop me?
I pushed the worry away and kept going.
After a while he lifts me onto the bed, lays me on my back, and spreads my short legs wide. “Now it’s my turn,” he says. His face moves between my thighs. I feel his warm breath first, then his tongue. Then the short stubble of his beard dragging across my sensitive pussy lips and clit — rough but so good it makes my toes curl. The contrast between his soft tongue and the prickly beard drives me crazy. He eats me slowly, hungrily, like he’s been starving for my taste. I grab his hair and moan his name.
That final image pushed me over the edge.
My real hand was moving fast between my legs now, two fingers rubbing my swollen clit in tight circles while I kept my eyes shut, lost in the fantasy. My petite body arched off the bed. I imagined his beard scratching me just right, his tongue pushing inside me, his deep voice telling me how sweet I taste.
The orgasm hit me hard but sweet — long, rolling waves that made my thighs shake and my breath catch in little gasps. I kept rubbing through it, drawing it out, whispering “Jason… Jason…” into my pillow until the pleasure finally faded into warm, glowing aftershocks.
I lay there afterward, panting, my fingers slick and shiny. My little pussy was still twitching, dripping onto the sheets.
I smiled in the dark.
Tomorrow I would see him in person. No more just texting and fantasies.
I was going to make every single one of those daydreams real.
End of Chapter Four.
Chapter Five: Game Plan
The next morning my phone woke me up with a soft buzz. Sunlight was pouring through my curtains, and for a second I forgot everything — until I saw his name.
Jason: Hey little one. Let’s do a proper photoshoot next week. I’ve cleared some time. We can start slow and build from there.
I squealed into my pillow like a little girl. My heart was exploding. I typed back so fast my fingers kept hitting the wrong letters.
Angela: omg really?? 😍 Yes!! I’m so happy!! I’m gonna get some more lingerie and outfits this week so I’m ready. I might go to the mall tomorrow to buy some new sets.
I waited, biting my lip. Three dots appeared.
Jason: Maybe I come with you 😉
I stared at the screen, grinning so wide my cheeks hurt. He wants to come shopping with me. That wasn’t just helping with modeling. That was him wanting to watch me pick out tiny, slutty lingerie and imagine me wearing it for him. He was definitely interested. Not in Mom right now — in me.
I felt powerful. Tiny, petite, eighteen-year-old me was pulling a thirty-eight-year-old man away from my tall, sexy model mom.
I jumped out of bed and walked straight to my mirror, already pulling off my sleep tank top and panties. I stood there completely naked, studying my reflection. Short, doll-like body. Small perky tits with puffy pink nipples. Tiny waist. Smooth, hairless pussy. Round little ass that looked even bigger because of how petite I am. My Russian features stared back at me — big eyes, soft lips, messy dark hair falling over my shoulders.
“Yes, you got this,” I whispered to myself, turning side to side. “You can do it, Angela. He wants you. He smelled your dirty panties and called them nice. He asked for more mistakes. He’s coming shopping with you. You’re going to make him crazy.”
I cupped my small breasts, squeezing them gently, imagining his big hands doing it instead. “He’s gonna hold these tits soon… squeeze them… suck on them… eat them.” My nipples hardened instantly under my fingers.
But then reality hit.
I’m still a virgin.
What if he wants to fuck me right away? Would he agree to just play around and not put it inside me? What if I tell him I’m not ready for penetration and he says no? What if he gets annoyed or loses interest?
I turned around in the mirror, looking over my shoulder at my ass. I bent forward a little, spreading my cheeks with both hands. My tiny pink asshole winked back at me. I blushed hard.
Anal…?
The thought made my stomach flip with nerves and excitement at the same time. Maybe that could be my way. Maybe I could offer him my ass instead of my pussy. At least at first. I quickly grabbed my phone and started typing questions in my mind like I was asking an AI:
- Do men really like anal sex a lot?
- Would a guy choose anal over normal sex with a virgin?
- Is it easier for a girl to take it in the ass if she’s really turned on?
- How do I prepare so it doesn’t hurt too much?
- Do older men especially like fucking a tight 18-year-old ass?
Every answer I imagined was yes. Men love anal. A lot of them crave it. Some prefer it. The thought made me so wet I could feel it starting to drip down my inner thigh.
A dirty little game plan started forming in my head.
If he wants sex, I’ll act shy about my pussy… but I’ll offer him my ass. I’ll tell him he can have that. I’ll let him be the first one inside me there. That way I stay a virgin longer and still give him something special. Something Mom probably doesn’t give him.
I smiled at myself in the mirror, looking like a naughty little angel. “You’re going to be his dirty secret.”
I walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on hot. The moment the water hit my skin I moaned softly. I leaned back against the tiles, one leg lifted on the edge of the tub, and slid my hand straight between my legs. I was already soaked — way wetter than just the shower water.
Two fingers circled my swollen clit while I closed my eyes and pictured Jason in the changing room with me at the mall. Him watching me try on tiny lace bras and thongs. Him pulling the curtain shut and touching me. Then later, in his car or at his place, me on my knees offering my ass to him.
I pushed one finger inside my tight pussy, then another, fucking myself slowly while the hot water ran down my body. My other hand reached behind and touched my asshole, rubbing it in little circles. The fantasy got dirtier.
I imagined Jason’s tall body behind me, his lean hips pressing against my small ass, his thick cock sliding between my cheeks. “You’re so tiny back here,” he’d groan. “Gonna stretch this little virgin ass…”
I rubbed my clit faster, fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while I kept teasing my tight hole. My legs started shaking. I whispered his name under the running water, over and over.
“Jason… fuck my ass… take it… I’m yours…”
The orgasm crashed into me hard. I had to bite my arm to stay quiet so Mom wouldn’t hear. My whole petite body convulsed, pussy squeezing around my fingers, asshole pulsing under my other hand. I came so intensely that my knees almost gave out.
When it finally faded, I stood there panting, water cascading over my flushed skin, a big satisfied smile on my face.
My game plan was set.
Next week during the photoshoot, I wasn’t just going to model for him.
I was going to seduce him completely — and offer him the one thing I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Chapter Six: First Taste of Pain and Pleasure
I couldn’t wait until next week. The need inside me was too strong.
After my shower I went straight back to my room, locked the door, and lay on my bed completely naked. My small body was still warm and flushed from the hot water. I reached for the big wooden hairbrush on my nightstand — the one with the long, thick, smooth handle. I had never done anything like this before, but after all the fantasies about offering Jason my ass, I needed to feel something inside me back there.
I got on all fours, face down on the pillow, ass up. My heart was racing. I licked the handle, made it wet with spit, and reached behind me. The rounded tip pressed against my tiny, untouched asshole.
“Jason…” I whispered as I started pushing.
It hurt at first — a sharp, burning stretch. I gasped and froze, breathing fast. But I kept thinking about him: his tall, lean body, his calm voice, the way he smelled my dirty bikini. I rubbed my clit slowly with my other hand and pushed the handle a little deeper. The pain mixed with a strange, full, dirty pleasure that made my pussy drip onto the sheets.
At that exact moment I grabbed my phone with my free hand and texted him.
Angela: hey… are you single?
His reply came faster than I expected.
Jason: Hi lol why are you asking?
I smiled through the discomfort and typed back while slowly moving the brush handle in and out, just an inch at a time.
Angela: asking for a friend 😌
He sent a laughing emoji.
Jason: haha okay
I pushed the handle deeper. The stretch was intense now — it burned, but every time I moved it the pain turned into something hotter, heavier. My asshole clenched around the thick wood. I moaned quietly into the pillow.
Then his next messages came.
Jason: Yes, I’m single.
Jason: Is your friend cute? Is she young? Because I like young and petite girls.
Jason: If your friend looks anything like you… then I’m very interested.
My whole body reacted. A rush of excitement hit me so hard that my hand slipped. The hairbrush handle suddenly pushed much deeper — almost halfway in. I cried out into the pillow as sharp pain exploded through me, but right behind it came a wave of filthy pleasure that made my eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck… Jason…” I whimpered.
Right then my phone started ringing. His name flashed on the screen. He was calling me.
I answered, trying to keep my voice steady even though the thick handle was buried deep in my ass.
“H-hey…” I breathed.
“Hey Angela,” his deep, calm voice filled my ear. “So tell me about this friend of yours.”
I started moving the brush slowly in and out again, fucking my own ass while I talked to him. Every thrust sent sparks through my body.
“She’s… she’s really cute,” I said, voice shaky. “Short, like five-three. Petite. Small waist, nice round butt. Long dark hair, big eyes… Russian, like me.”
Jason chuckled softly. “Mmm, sounds exactly like you. Does she have those same perky little tits you showed me in the photos?”
I moaned quietly and rubbed my clit faster. “Y-yes… small and sensitive. Her nipples get really hard when she’s turned on.”
“Are they as pink as yours?” he asked, his voice dropping lower.
“Exactly like mine…” I whispered. I pushed the handle deeper, feeling my asshole stretch around it. The pain was fading, replaced by a dirty, full pleasure I had never felt before.
Jason kept asking questions, and every answer I gave was really about me.
“Does your friend like older men?”
“Is she a virgin?”
“Has she ever had anything in that tight little ass before?”
I answered every question while I fucked myself with the hairbrush, rubbing my swollen clit in fast circles. I imagined him right now — completely naked in his bed, tall lean body stretched out, his cock rock hard in his hand while he talked to me. Stroking slowly, thinking about my tiny body, maybe even smelling my red bikini again.
His voice was so calm and deep it made me melt. “Tell your friend I’d be very gentle with her the first time… but I’d still make her take every inch.”
That pushed me over the edge.
I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my sounds as the orgasm hit me — my very first anal orgasm. It was completely different from anything I’d felt before. Deep, rolling, almost overwhelming. My asshole clenched hard around the thick handle, pulsing again and again. My pussy gushed, soaking my fingers and the sheets. My short legs shook uncontrollably. I whimpered and moaned his name into the pillow while he was still on the phone, completely unaware of what I was doing.
“You okay, Angela?” he asked, amused.
“Y-yeah… I’m good,” I gasped, still trembling, the hairbrush still buried deep inside me. “Just… got excited for my friend.”
He laughed softly. “Good. Tell her I can’t wait to meet her.”
We talked for a couple more minutes before he said goodnight. When I finally hung up, I gently pulled the hairbrush out of my sore, pulsing ass and collapsed onto the bed.
My body was glowing. My asshole felt used and open. My pussy was still dripping.
I smiled into the darkness, completely satisfied.
Jason wanted the “friend” who looked exactly like me.
And I was going to give him everything.
Chapter Seven: Two Holes
I was still trembling from the strongest orgasm of my life when I pulled the hairbrush handle out of my sore, pulsing ass. My tiny hole felt open and empty now, but the deep ache felt so good. I lay on my back, legs spread, breathing hard, my petite body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
I grabbed my phone.
Angela: hey… i gave your number to my friend. her name is Angel. she’s going to text you soon 😌
I didn’t wait for his reply. I quickly opened a new online texting app, created a fresh number, and saved it as “Angel.” My heart was hammering as I typed.
Angel: Hi Mr. Jason… This is Angel. Angela gave me your number. She said you’re super hot and sexy… and that you like young petite girls like me 😊
He replied almost immediately.
Jason: Well hello Angel. Angela wasn’t lying about you, was she? You sound exactly like her.
Angel: Maybe because we look very similar 😉 She told me you’re tall, fit, and have a calm voice that makes girls weak. Is that true?
Jason: You’ll have to find out for yourself. So tell me, Angel… how old are you and how small are you really?
Angel: I just turned 18. I’m only 5’3, very petite. Small waist, small perky tits, round butt. Angela said you like that kind of body a lot…
Jason: Fuck yes I do. You sound perfect. Send me a picture so I know you’re real.
I smiled wickedly. I took a quick mirror selfie — completely naked, one hand squeezing my small breast, the other between my legs. I sent it.
Jason: God damn… you’re stunning. That tiny body is dangerous.
I still had the thick hairbrush handle lying next to me. I picked it up, licked it again, and slowly pushed it back into my freshly stretched ass while I kept texting. The fullness made me moan softly.
Angel: Thank you 😊 Can I see you too? I want to see how big you are… everywhere. Please? I’m so curious.
There was a short pause. Then a photo came through.
My eyes widened.
It was a close-up of his cock. Hard, thick, long — easily 8 inches, with a swollen, dark pink head and a thick shaft with visible veins. It looked heavy and powerful in his hand. Next to it was a ruler for scale. I stared at it, mouth open, while the hairbrush handle sat deep in my ass.
Angel: Oh my god… you’re really big 😳 That’s going to hurt so much… but in a good way. I can’t stop staring.
Jason: You like it? Think that big cock would fit in a tiny 18-year-old girl like you?
Angel: I don’t know… I’m still a virgin. I can’t have real sex until marriage. My parents are very strict about that.
Jason: No worries, honey. Good thing you have two holes.
I moaned loudly when I read that, pushing the brush handle deeper into my ass as fresh wetness flooded my pussy.
Angel: You mean… you would want to use my other hole? 😈
Jason: Absolutely. A girl with a body like yours? I’d be very gentle with your pussy if you ever decide to give it to me… but that tight little virgin ass? I’d train it slowly until you can take every inch.
Angel: I’ve never had anything there before… but after seeing your cock I keep thinking about it. Would you be patient with me?
Jason: Very patient. I’d lick you first, get you dripping wet. Then I’d use lots of lube and stretch you open with my fingers… then my cock. I’d make you feel so full you’d forget your own name.
Angel: Fuck… I’m touching myself right now while we text. My ass is already a little sore because I was practicing with something thick…
Jason: Dirty girl. Send me a picture of that tight little hole right now.
I took a photo from behind — legs spread, the thick wooden handle still halfway buried in my ass. I sent it.
Jason: Jesus Christ, Angela… I mean Angel. That’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. You’re going to drive me crazy.
Angel: I want you to be the first one to fuck my ass, Jason. Not my pussy yet… just my ass. Would you like that?
Jason: I would fucking love that. Next week during our “photoshoot” we can start training that little hole if you want.
Angel: Yes please… I’m going to be thinking about your big cock all week.
Jason: Good. Keep that brush inside you a little longer tonight. Imagine it’s me.
I moaned and pushed the handle even deeper, fucking myself slowly while staring at his huge dick pic. My second orgasm of the night was already building.
Angel: I will… Goodnight, Mr. Jason. Dream about my tight virgin ass.
Jason: Sweet dreams, little Angel. You’re mine now.
I dropped the phone on the bed, grabbed the brush with both hands, and fucked my ass harder while staring at his cock. The mix of pain and pleasure sent me over the edge again within minutes.
I came hard, whimpering his name, my tiny body shaking as my asshole clenched around the thick handle and my pussy dripped everywhere.
Jason had no idea “Angel” and Angela were the same girl.
And I was going to let him fuck my ass before he ever found out.
Chapter Eight: Fitting Room Secrets
The next day arrived faster than I expected. Jason picked me up in the afternoon, telling Mom he was “helping me with some modeling errands.” She smiled and waved us off without a second thought. My heart was racing the entire drive to the big mall on the other side of town.
We walked into the expensive lingerie boutique together. The store was quiet, with soft lighting and classical music playing. Rows of delicate lace, sheer babydolls, tiny thongs, and push-up bras in every color. Jason looked completely at ease, towering over me in his casual shirt and jeans, while I felt tiny and nervous in my short sundress.
“Pick whatever you want,” he said quietly, his hand brushing the small of my back. “I’ll help you decide what looks best on that little body of yours.”
I blushed hard but started choosing. I picked a baby-pink lace set, a black sheer babydoll that was almost see-through, a tiny red thong with matching bra, and a white micro-bikini style set that barely covered anything. Jason’s eyes darkened every time I added something new to the pile.
We walked to the fitting rooms at the back. The attendant gave us a knowing smile but didn’t say anything when Jason followed me inside the large private room instead of waiting outside.
Once the heavy curtain was closed, I turned to him, biting my lip.
“You don’t have to leave every time I change,” I said softly. “It’ll take forever. Just… sit there on that bench and close your eyes until I tell you to look. Okay?”
Jason smiled that calm, dangerous smile and sat down, leaning back against the wall. “Whatever you want, little Angel.”
I turned my back to him, heart pounding. I slipped the straps of my sundress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I was completely naked underneath — no bra, no panties. I could feel his eyes even though they were supposedly closed. I bent over slowly to pick up the first set — the baby-pink lace bra and thong — giving him a full view of my round little ass and the way my smooth pussy peeked between my short thighs.
I stepped into the tiny thong first. As I pulled it up, the thin lace strip nestled between my cheeks and pressed right against my already wet pussy. I was dripping. The fabric instantly darkened as my juices soaked through it.
“You can open your eyes now,” I whispered.
Jason opened them. His gaze dropped straight to my tiny body in the pink set. The bra barely held my small perky tits, and the thong was clearly wet.
“Fuck, Angela,” he breathed. “Look how wet you’re getting already.”
I blushed but smiled shyly. “It’s because you’re watching…”
I turned around again, pretending to adjust the bra, and bent over slowly to “fix” the thong, pushing my ass toward him. I could hear his breathing change.
We repeated the process with every set. Each time I changed I asked him to close his eyes, but I made sure to take my time — bending deep, spreading my legs a little, turning so he could see everything when I told him to look. By the third set (the sheer black babydoll), my thighs were glistening. Every new pair of panties I tried on came away soaked.
When I took off the red thong, it was completely drenched. I held the tiny wet fabric in my hands, embarrassed but incredibly turned on.
Jason didn’t wait for permission this time. He stood up, stepped close behind me, and gently took the soaked red thong from my fingers.
“These are ruined, little one,” he murmured, his tall body right against my back. He brought the wet crotch of the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, the same way he had with my bikini. “Mmm… you smell even better when you’re this excited.”
I whimpered. My nipples were rock hard. My bare pussy was throbbing.
He folded the wet thong neatly and slipped it into his pocket, just like he had done with the bikini. Then he picked up the next pair — the tiny white one — and held it open for me.
“Step in,” he said softly.
I obeyed. I put my small hands on his shoulders for balance while I lifted one leg, then the other. As he slowly pulled the white thong up my thighs, his fingers brushed my soaked pussy lips. I gasped. He didn’t stop. He deliberately ran two fingers along my slit, coating them in my wetness, before settling the thin fabric into place.
“You’re dripping down your thighs, Angela,” he whispered against my ear. “You really want this, don’t you?”
I nodded, trembling. “Yes… I want you to see all of me.”
He made me try on every single piece. By the end, four pairs of panties were in his pocket — all of them soaked with my juices. The fitting room smelled like sex. My legs were shaky, my cheeks flushed, and my petite body was covered in goosebumps.
When we finally left the store (Jason paid for everything, of course), he carried the big pink bag in one hand and kept the other on my lower back, possessive and calm.
In the car, before he started the engine, he looked at me with dark eyes.
“Next week during the photoshoot,” he said quietly, “we’re not just taking pictures. You’re going to show me how wet you can really get. And we’re going to start training that tight little virgin ass you keep teasing me with.”
I squeezed my thighs together, still feeling the ghost of his fingers on my pussy.
“Yes, Jason,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. “I want that.”
He smiled, reached over, and gently squeezed my small thigh.
“Good girl.”
Chapter Eight: Private Fitting Room
The fitting room at the back of the lingerie boutique was bigger than I expected — softly lit, with a plush bench against the wall, a full-length mirror, and a heavy velvet curtain that Jason pulled closed behind us. The moment it shut, the outside world disappeared. It was just me, him, and the pile of tiny, expensive lingerie I had chosen.
My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my throat.
I looked up at Jason. He looked so tall in the small space, calm and hungry at the same time.
“You don’t have to keep going outside every time I change,” I said softly, my voice a little shaky. “That would take forever… You can just sit there on the bench and close your eyes until I tell you it’s okay to look. Is that alright?”
Jason’s lips curved into a slow smile. He sat down on the bench, leaning back against the wall, his long legs stretched out. “Whatever you want, little one. I’ll keep my eyes closed… until you say.”
I turned my back to him, facing the mirror. My hands trembled as I slipped the straps of my sundress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I was completely naked underneath. In the mirror I could see my petite Russian body — small perky breasts with puffy pink nipples, tiny waist, smooth shaved pussy, and my round ass. I knew Jason could see everything even with his eyes supposedly closed.
I bent over slowly to pick up the first set — the baby-pink lace bra and matching thong. My ass pushed out toward him as I stepped into the tiny thong. The thin strip of lace slid up between my cheeks and pressed right against my already dripping pussy. I could feel how wet I was the second the fabric touched me.
“Okay… you can look now,” I whispered.
Jason opened his eyes. His gaze moved slowly over my reflection. The pink lace looked innocent on my small body, but the crotch of the thong was already darkening with my juices.
“Jesus, Angela,” he breathed. “You’re soaking through it already.”
I blushed deeply but didn’t cover myself. Instead, I turned my back to him again, bent over, and slowly adjusted the thong, pulling it higher so the lace disappeared deeper between my cheeks. I could hear his breathing change.
We continued like that with every piece.
Next was the sheer black babydoll. I asked him to close his eyes again. I took off the pink set, leaving the soaked thong on the bench beside him. When I bent over to step into the new tiny black panties, my bare, glistening pussy was fully visible from behind. I took my time sliding the new panties up my short legs.
“You can open your eyes.”
The black sheer fabric clung to my wet folds like a second skin. My hard nipples were clearly visible through the babydoll. Jason’s eyes were locked on me.
I kept repeating the ritual. Every time I changed, I turned my back, bent over deeply, and made sure he got long, teasing views when I told him to look. With every new pair of panties I tried on, I got wetter.
When I peeled off the red micro-thong, it was completely drenched. Strings of my wetness stretched between the fabric and my pussy as I pulled it down. I held the soaked red lace in my hands, embarrassed and incredibly turned on.
Jason stood up. He stepped right behind me, his tall body almost touching my naked back, and gently took the wet thong from my fingers.
“Look at this,” he murmured, voice low and rough. He held the tiny soaked panties up, examining the dark wet spot right where my pussy had been. “These are ruined, baby. You’re dripping so much.”
He brought the wet crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply, the same way he had with my bikini. His eyes closed for a second in pleasure.
“Mmm… fuck, you smell sweet when you’re this excited.”
I whimpered. My pussy clenched visibly.
He folded the red thong and slipped it into his pocket. Then he picked up the next pair — the tiny white lace one — and crouched down in front of me, holding it open like an offering.
“Step in,” he said softly.
I placed my small hands on his broad shoulders for balance and lifted one foot, then the other. As he slowly pulled the white thong up my thighs, his fingers deliberately brushed along my soaked pussy lips. He ran two fingers up my slit, collecting my wetness, before settling the lace into place. The fabric instantly became see-through where I was dripping.
“You’re making a mess of every pair, Angela,” he whispered, still on his knees in front of me, looking up at my tiny body. “Your little pussy is so wet it’s running down your thighs.”
I was breathing fast, trembling. “It’s because you’re watching me… and touching me…”
Jason stayed close. For the final set — a tiny emerald green thong and bra — I didn’t even bother asking him to close his eyes anymore. I just turned my back, bent over deeply with my legs slightly apart, and let him watch everything as I changed right in front of him. When I pulled the green thong up, he reached out and helped again, his long fingers sliding along my dripping folds, teasing my entrance but never pushing inside.
By the time we had tried on everything, four pairs of panties were folded neatly in his pocket — all of them soaked with my juices. The fitting room smelled strongly of my arousal. My legs were shaky, my cheeks flushed red, and my small nipples were rock hard.
Jason stood behind me, both of us facing the mirror. His tall frame towered over my petite body. He rested his hands lightly on my waist, thumbs stroking my skin.
“You’re dangerous, little one,” he murmured against my ear. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to wait until next week.”
I leaned back against his chest, feeling his hardness press against my lower back through his jeans.
“I don’t want to wait either,” I whispered.
He smiled, squeezed my waist, and pressed a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
“Then we won’t wait much longer.”
Chapter Nine: No Going Back
We were almost finished. I had tried on the last emerald green set, and Jason was sitting on the bench again, legs spread a little, clearly trying to hide the big bulge in his jeans. He kept adjusting himself, breathing slower than usual, eyes dark with lust every time I bent over.
That was the moment I decided.
I wanted to taste him. Right now.
I turned to him with my sweetest, shyest smile while still wearing only the tiny green thong. “One more store and we’re done, okay? Victoria’s Secret is right across the hall. I need a few more things…”
Jason raised an eyebrow but nodded, his voice a little rough. “Lead the way, little one.”
My heart was hammering as we walked into Victoria’s Secret. I was so nervous my hands were shaking while I quickly grabbed whatever lingerie looked good — black lace teddy, red crotchless panties, a tiny white babydoll. The sales lady gave us a big fitting room at the very back because “it’s more private.” Perfect.
The second the curtain closed, the tiny room felt even smaller than the last one. Just me, Jason, and the pile of lingerie on the hook. I could see how hard he still was. The outline of his cock was obvious against his jeans.
I didn’t give myself time to overthink.
Should I do it? No… yes… no… fuck it, yes I should.
I stepped right up to him, looked up at his tall frame, and boldly pressed my small hand against the thick bulge in his pants.
Jason’s eyes widened. “Angela… what are you doing?”
I didn’t answer with words. I dropped to my knees right in front of him on the soft carpet, my petite body between his legs. I leaned forward and gently bit the hard outline of his cock through his jeans, breathing hot air onto it.
“Fuck…” he hissed quietly.
My fingers trembled as I pulled his zipper down. I struggled a little, too excited and nervous. Jason looked down at me, breathing harder now, then reached down, opened the button of his jeans, and pulled his cock out for me.
Oh. My. God.
It was huge. Thick, long, heavy, with a swollen dark head already leaking a clear drop of precum. Much bigger than the photo he had sent. It looked almost scary next to my small face and tiny hands.
No going back now, Angela. You got this, girl. Go for it.
I wrapped both small hands around the thick shaft — they barely met — and brought the head to my lips. I kissed it first, then opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him inside.
It felt crazy. Too big. My lips stretched tight around the head, and I could only get the first three inches in. I started sucking slowly, awkwardly, trying to remember the videos I had watched. My tongue swirled around the head, tasting his salty skin and the precum.
Jason groaned softly, one hand gently resting on my dark hair. “That’s it… good girl…”
I was super horny. My pussy was dripping down my thighs onto the floor of the fitting room. I bobbed my head faster, sucking harder, making wet little sounds. Saliva was already running down his shaft onto my fingers.
About two minutes in, I heard the sales lady’s voice right outside the curtain.
“Is everything okay in there?”
I pulled my mouth off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting my lips to his throbbing head, and answered in the sweetest voice I could manage.
“Y-yes! Thank you… everything’s perfect.”
The second the words left my mouth I dove back down, taking him as deep as I could again. Jason’s breathing was getting faster, his hips twitching. His hand tightened gently in my hair.
Suddenly he groaned low and deep.
“Angela… I’m gonna cum…”
I didn’t pull away. I kept sucking, looking up at him with big watery eyes as his cock swelled even bigger in my mouth.
His cum exploded across my tongue — thick, warm, salty-bitter. Shot after shot filled my small mouth. It was my first time ever tasting cum and the weird, strong flavor made my eyes water a little, but I didn’t spit. I swallowed as much as I could, some of it leaking from the corners of my lips and dripping down my chin onto my small bare breasts.
When he finally finished, I slowly pulled off, gasping for air, my lips swollen and shiny. I looked up at him, still on my knees, cum on my tongue and chin, waiting to see what he would say.
Jason was breathing hard, staring down at me like he couldn’t believe what just happened. His big cock was still half-hard, glistening with my saliva. He gently wiped the cum from my chin with his thumb and brought it to my lips so I could lick it off.
“Fuck, Angela…” he whispered, voice rough with lust. “You’re such a dirty little girl.”
I smiled shyly, my pussy still throbbing, and whispered back, “Did I do good?”
He pulled me up onto his lap, kissed me deep even though I still had his taste in my mouth, and held my tiny body against his chest.
“You were perfect,” he murmured against my ear. “Next time I’m going to return the favor… and start stretching that tight little ass like we talked about.”
I shivered in his arms, already excited for what was coming.
We still had a whole pile of lingerie left to “try on.”
Chapter Ten: Mountain Road
We stayed in that Victoria’s Secret fitting room for almost forty more minutes. I tried on every single piece I had picked — the black lace teddy that barely covered my nipples, the red crotchless panties that left my smooth pussy completely exposed, the tiny white babydoll that made me look like a naughty doll. Each time I changed, I bent over slowly, showed him everything, and let him touch. Jason’s hands were all over me — squeezing my small tits, running his fingers along my dripping slit, even sliding one finger just barely inside my tight asshole while I moaned against the mirror.
By the time we finally left the store, my legs were weak and my green thong was completely ruined again. Jason paid for everything with a calm smile, carrying three big pink bags in one hand and keeping the other on my lower back like I already belonged to him.
As we walked through the mall toward the parking lot, I felt super happy. Like I was floating. I had just sucked my first cock, swallowed my first load, and now this tall, sexy man was buying me expensive lingerie and touching me like I was his secret girlfriend. I kept glancing up at him with a big, shy smile, my hand brushing against his.
We reached the car. I thought we were going straight home.
But Jason suddenly stopped, looked at me for a second, then made a sharp U-turn out of the parking lot instead of heading toward the exit.
“Where are we going?” I asked, biting my lip.
He smiled and rested his hand on my bare thigh, sliding it high under my sundress. “Somewhere quiet. I can’t wait until next week.”
He drove us out of the city and up toward the mountain area where people usually go hiking. The roads got narrower and quieter, tall trees on both sides. After twenty minutes he reached down, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. It was already rock hard again, thick and heavy, pointing straight up.
“Would you like to suck it again, Angela?” he asked, voice low and calm while he kept driving.
I stared at it, my mouth already watering. “Now? While you’re driving? Is it safe?”
“Oh yes, baby. Just be a good girl and lean over.”
I didn’t hesitate. I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned across the console, and took his big cock back into my mouth. The position was awkward, but I didn’t care. I sucked him sloppily while he drove, my head bobbing, tongue swirling around the thick head. The taste of his earlier cum was still on my tongue, mixing with the fresh precum leaking out. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently on the back of my head, guiding me.
I sucked him eagerly for almost ten minutes until the car finally slowed down and stopped. I lifted my head, lips shiny and swollen, and looked around. We were parked in a beautiful, quiet spot off the main road — surrounded by trees, with a view of the valley below. No other cars. Completely private.
Jason pushed his seat all the way back and relaxed.
“Now let me watch you properly,” he said. “Show me how you suck it.”
I felt suddenly shy under his stare, but I climbed over the console and knelt between his legs in the front seat. I held his thick cock with both small hands and started sucking again, looking up at him with big eyes. I tried to take more of him, gagging a little when the head hit the back of my throat. Jason groaned and stroked my hair.
“Let’s go to the back seat,” he said after a few minutes. “It’s more comfortable.”
We climbed into the back. I immediately got on my knees between his spread legs again. Now I could focus completely. I sucked him deeper, faster, using my hands on the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth. My jaw was starting to ache, but I was so wet and horny I didn’t stop. Jason’s breathing got heavier. His hips started pushing up gently.
“Fuck, Angela… you’re getting better already,” he groaned.
I moaned around his cock, sucking harder, looking up at his face the whole time. A few minutes later his body tensed.
“I’m going to cum again, baby…”
I didn’t pull away. I kept him in my mouth as his cock swelled and started pulsing. The second load of the day flooded my mouth — thick, warm, and even bigger than the first. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still leaked from the corners of my lips and dripped down onto my small tits. The strange, salty-bitter taste filled my mouth completely.
When he finally finished, I slowly pulled off, gasping, and looked up at him with watery eyes and cum on my lips.
Jason pulled me up into his lap, kissed me deeply, and held my tiny trembling body against his chest.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “My perfect little secret.”
I smiled against his neck, still tasting his cum, my pussy aching and my heart full.
This was only the beginning.
Chapter Eleven: In the Woods
We stayed in the back seat for a while, kissing slowly. Jason’s hands roamed over my tiny body, squeezing my small breasts. He pulled my sundress down and took one of my puffy pink nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking while I moaned and held his head. His other hand slid between my legs, two fingers rubbing my soaked pussy.
Then his fingers moved back.
He circled my tiny asshole, still a little sore from the hairbrush and the earlier teasing. Slowly he pushed one finger inside. The feeling was intense — strange, full, and so good. I gasped and pushed back against his hand.
“Oh… Jason… that feels really good…”
He sucked harder on my tit while fingering my ass deeper. But when he pulled his finger out, I froze in horror. There was a small smear of brown on it.
I felt my face burn with shame. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry…” I wanted to die.
Jason looked at me calmly. “Hey, no no… don’t be embarrassed, baby. This is completely normal. Hold on.”
He tried to open the door to find water in the trunk, but there was none. I was still dying inside.
“I… I need to pee,” I whispered, mortified. “I’ll be right back.”
Jason smiled. “Let’s go together.”
We walked a little deeper into the quiet woods, behind some thick trees where no one could see us. The ground was soft with leaves and moss.
“Can you pee standing up?” he asked gently. “I can wash my finger with it.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I nodded shyly, lifted my sundress, spread my short legs, and squatted slightly. Jason held his hand right under my pussy. I was so nervous it took a few seconds, but then my warm piss started flowing. It splashed over his fingers as he rubbed them clean under the stream. I had never imagined I would be pissing on a man… especially not Jason.
When I finished, he shook his hand and smiled. “Good girl. All clean.”
He looked at me with dark eyes. “Let’s sit down here for a bit… just in case it gets dirty again. Maybe we should wash you properly too.”
I got on all fours on the soft ground, ass up, looking back at him nervously. He knelt behind me and pushed two fingers into my ass again, slowly working them in and out. I moaned, still embarrassed but getting wetter.
After a minute he pulled his fingers out and I heard him unzip. He pressed the thick head of his cock against my tiny butthole.
I tensed up. “Jason… I’m super nervous…”
“Just the tip, baby. I won’t push more than you can take.”
He pressed forward. There was a sharp, burning pain as the fat head popped inside me. I cried out and gripped the leaves on the ground. It hurt so much more than the hairbrush.
“Fuck… your ass is amazing,” he groaned, holding still. “So tiny… so tight… God, I love it.”
I looked back at him, breathing hard. “Don’t men like big asses?”
He smiled and gently rubbed my back. “We love big asses… but we love small, tight, virgin asses even more. Yours is perfect.”
Then I felt something strange — warm liquid filling my stomach. He was pissing inside me. I could feel the pressure building. After about thirty seconds he slowly pulled out. Warm piss mixed with other things dripped down my thighs and onto my feet.
“Oh…” I whimpered, completely humiliated but weirdly turned on.
Jason stroked my back. “Don’t worry. Let’s clean you properly. Push it out like you’re pooping, baby. I want you nice and clean so we can have real fun.”
I was so embarrassed I wanted to cry, but I did it. I pushed. Everything came out in front of him. When I was done, he used a big soft leaf to wipe me gently.
“Bend over again,” he said.
I stayed on all fours. Jason stood behind me and aimed his cock at my ass. This time he pissed directly on my tiny hole, washing me thoroughly with his warm stream. The feeling was so dirty and intimate I started shaking.
When he finished, he pulled a small bottle of lotion from his pocket. He squeezed some onto his fingers and rubbed it gently around and inside my butthole, fingering me slowly until I was moaning again.
“You look ready,” he whispered.
He pressed the thick head of his cock against my slippery hole. “I want you to push back slowly, as much as you want. Relax for me.”
“I’ve never had anal before…” I admitted, voice shaking.
“Oh wow… what an honor I have right now,” he said softly, sounding genuinely moved.
He grabbed my small hips. I started pushing back. The pain was much worse than the hairbrush — a deep, stretching burn as his thick cock forced my tiny asshole open. I cried out, tears in my eyes, but I kept pushing. Inch by inch he sank into me.
For the next half hour he only fucked me with the tip and the first few inches, slow and careful. Every thrust hurt… but every few minutes the pain would mix with something else and I would cum hard. I had three powerful orgasms like that — shaking, moaning his name, my pussy dripping onto the leaves while only his cockhead was inside my ass.
Jason kept praising me the whole time.
“That’s my good girl… taking my cock so well… your little ass is squeezing me so tight…”
I was a trembling, sweaty, dirty mess — but I had never felt more wanted in my life.
Chapter Eleven: In the Woods – The Deepest Surrender
We stayed tangled in the back seat for a long while, the windows fogged up from our heavy breathing. Jason pulled the top of my sundress down completely, exposing my small, perky breasts. He leaned in and took one puffy pink nipple into his warm mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking his tongue across it until I was whimpering and arching my back. The sensation sent electric sparks straight down to my pussy.
His hand slid between my thighs, two fingers rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit before moving back further. He teased my tiny asshole with the tip of his finger, circling the sensitive ring, then slowly pushed one long finger inside me.
“Ohhh… Jason…” I gasped. The fullness felt strangely incredible — deep, intimate, slightly dirty. Every time he curled his finger I felt a new rush of pleasure mixed with pressure. My pussy was dripping so much it was running down my inner thighs.
But when he slowly pulled his finger out, I froze in pure horror.
There was a small, unmistakable smear of brown on his finger.
My face burned with shame. I wanted the ground to swallow me. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry… I’m so embarrassed…” My voice cracked. I couldn’t even look at him.
Jason stayed completely calm. He looked at me with soft, reassuring eyes. “Hey, baby… no, no. Don’t be embarrassed at all. This is completely natural. Bodies are messy sometimes. It doesn’t change how much I want you.”
He tried to open the car door to look for water or wipes in the trunk, but there was nothing. I felt so dirty and ashamed I could barely speak.
“I… I really need to pee,” I whispered, my voice tiny.
Jason smiled gently. “Come on. Let’s go together.”
We walked hand-in-hand deeper into the quiet woods, the sunlight filtering through the tall trees. The ground was soft with moss and fallen leaves. When we were far enough from the car, he stopped.
“Can you pee standing up for me?” he asked softly. “I can wash my finger with it.”
My heart was pounding with humiliation and strange excitement. I had never done anything like this. I lifted my sundress, spread my short legs, and squatted slightly. Jason held his hand right under my smooth, puffy pussy. It took me almost ten seconds of pure nervousness before my warm piss finally started flowing. The golden stream splashed directly onto his fingers as he rubbed them clean under the flow. The intimate, dirty act made my cheeks burn even hotter… but it also made my pussy throb with forbidden arousal.
When I finished, he shook his hand and kissed my forehead. “Good girl. All clean now.”
He looked at me with those hungry yet caring eyes. “Let’s stay here for a bit… just in case. I want to wash you properly too, so we can keep playing without worry.”
I got down on all fours on the soft forest floor, arching my back and pushing my small round ass toward him. I looked back over my shoulder, trembling. Jason knelt behind me and gently pushed two fingers back into my ass, working them slowly in and out, stretching me. I moaned loudly, the mix of embarrassment and pleasure making my head spin.
After a minute he pulled his fingers out and I heard his zipper. The thick, heavy head of his cock pressed against my tiny pink butthole.
“Jason… I’m really nervous…” I whispered, voice shaking.
“Just the tip for now, baby. I promise I won’t push more than you can handle.”
He pressed forward. The fat head popped inside me with a sharp, burning stretch that made me cry out. The pain was intense — much stronger than the hairbrush. It felt like I was being split open. Tears pricked my eyes and I gripped the leaves tightly.
“Fuuuuck… your ass is absolutely amazing,” he groaned deeply, holding perfectly still inside me. “So tiny… so incredibly tight… God, I love it. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
I looked back at him, breathing raggedly. “Don’t men usually like big asses?”
He smiled and gently stroked my back. “We love big, juicy asses… but small, tight, virgin asses like yours? They drive us fucking crazy. Yours is perfect, Angela. So small and beautiful.”
Then I felt a new, strange warmth blooming deep inside my belly. He was pissing inside me. The warm liquid filled me, creating pressure that felt both weird and strangely erotic. After about thirty seconds he slowly pulled out. A rush of warm piss and everything else dripped down my thighs and onto my feet.
“Oh my god…” I whimpered, completely overwhelmed.
Jason rubbed my back soothingly. “It’s okay, baby. Push it all out for me. Like you’re pooping. Let’s get you nice and clean so we can have real fun.”
Mortified but obedient, I pushed. Everything came out right there in front of him. When I was done, he used a big, soft leaf to gently wipe me.
“Bend over again,” he said softly.
I stayed on all fours. Jason stood behind me and aimed his cock at my ass once more. This time he pissed directly onto my tiny hole, the warm stream thoroughly washing me. The feeling of his piss running over my most private place was so dirty and intimate that I started shaking with arousal.
When he finished, he pulled out a small bottle of lotion from his pocket. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and rubbed it lovingly around and inside my butthole, fingering me gently until I was moaning and pushing back against his hand.
“You look so ready for me now,” he whispered.
He pressed the thick head of his cock against my slippery, lotioned hole again. “I want you to push back slowly whenever you feel ready. Take as much as you want. Stay relaxed for me, baby.”
“I’ve… I’ve never had real anal before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh wow…” His voice sounded genuinely touched. “What an honor I have right now. I’m going to be your first.”
He grabbed my small hips gently. I started pushing back. The stretch was brutal — way worse than the hairbrush. His thick cock forced my tiny asshole open inch by inch. I cried out in pain, tears running down my cheeks, but I kept going. The burning was intense, almost too much… but every time the pain peaked, it suddenly flipped into a deep, dark pleasure that made my pussy gush.
For the next half hour, he only worked the head and the first few inches in and out of me, slow and careful, never forcing. The pain never fully went away, but the orgasms started coming anyway. I came the first time so hard my arms gave out and I face-planted into the leaves, moaning his name. I came a second time when he reached around and rubbed my clit. And a third time when he whispered how proud he was of his “brave little girl.”
My petite body was trembling, sweaty, covered in dirt and leaves, my ass stretched around his thick cock… and I had never felt more alive, more wanted, or more his.
Chapter Twelve: Broken Open
Without any warning, Jason suddenly gripped my hips tighter and thrust forward hard.
“AH—!!” I screamed.
A brutal, tearing pain exploded through my body as his thick cock forced its way much deeper inside my tiny asshole. It felt like the whole massive thing had gone all the way in. My eyes widened in shock. I tried to lurch forward, to escape the burning stretch, but his strong hands locked onto my small hips like steel. I couldn’t move even an inch.
“Relax… relax, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Just keep it inside you. Breathe. I only pushed a little more than halfway… you’re doing so good.”
Tears streamed down my face. My petite body was shaking violently. The pain was overwhelming — a deep, fiery stretch that made my stomach feel full and my asshole feel like it was being ripped apart. I was gasping, whimpering, drooling onto the leaves beneath me.
After a few long, agonizing minutes of him staying completely still inside me, letting my ass adjust, he spoke again, voice low and commanding.
“I want you to start moving now… push back and forth slowly on my cock.”
I tried. I really did. But my movements were clumsy and weak from the pain. Jason quickly lost patience.
He took full control.
He pulled back until only the fat head was stretching my ring, then slammed back in deeper than before. The sharp pain made me cry out again. He started fucking me harder — long, steady strokes that made my small body rock forward with every thrust. His hand came down hard on my right ass cheek.
SMACK!
The loud slap echoed through the trees. The sting bloomed across my skin and somehow made my asshole clench even tighter around him.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He spanked me repeatedly while thrusting. Every slap made my ass burn, but it also made my hole loosen up slightly, letting him slide in even deeper. He was getting more aggressive, breathing heavier, his hips slapping against my small round ass.
“Jason… it’s enough… my ass hurts so bad…” I sobbed, my voice breaking.
He leaned over my back, still buried deep, and kissed my shoulder. “I know, baby. Almost there. Just a little more. Fuck, I love your tight tiny ass… so fucking perfect.”
His pace became faster, more desperate. I remembered the porn videos I had watched — how the girls begged and cried, and how much it turned the men on. So I started doing the same.
“Please… hurry up… my ass hurts so much!” I cried out. “Your dick is way too big for my little ass… you’re destroying me, Jason! It’s my first time and you’re ripping my asshole apart… please… please cum…”
My begging worked instantly.
Jason growled like an animal. His thrusts became brutal and deep. He was pounding my tiny ass with everything he had, his balls slapping against my dripping pussy.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum in your tiny virgin ass,” he snarled. “Take it all, baby!”
With a loud, guttural moan, he slammed all the way in and exploded. I felt his cock pulsing violently inside me as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into my bowels. He kept cumming for what felt like forever, filling me up until I could feel the pressure in my stomach.
I waited, trembling, thinking he would finally pull out.
But he didn’t.
He stayed buried to the hilt, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside my ruined asshole.
“Let it stay inside, baby,” he whispered, stroking my back. “I just want to enjoy this moment… look at you. So beautiful with my cock deep in your ass.”
I thought he was just savoring it.
Then I felt it again — that warm, heavy pressure building deep inside.
He was pissing.
While his cock was still buried balls-deep in my ass, he started filling me with his warm piss. At the same time, he bent over me, turned my head, and kissed my lips passionately. His tongue invaded my mouth as he pushed even deeper with his hips. The kiss was sloppy, hungry, and filthy while his piss flooded my already cum-filled ass.
His hand reached around and started rubbing my swollen clit fast — furiously.
The combination was too much.
Being so painfully full, his piss mixing with his cum inside me, his fingers abusing my clit, and his tongue in my mouth — I shattered. I came harder than I ever had in my life. My whole body convulsed, my asshole spasming wildly around his cock, squirting all over his hand and the forest floor while he continued pissing inside me.
When he finally finished, he held me there for another long minute, kissing my neck and shoulders, whispering how proud he was of me.
Then, very slowly, he began pulling out.
The moment his thick cock finally slipped free of my destroyed asshole, I let out a long, shaky moan of pure relief. It felt like a huge, heavy log had been removed from my stomach. A thick mixture of cum and piss immediately gushed out of my gaping hole and ran down my thighs.
I collapsed onto the leaves, panting, crying, shaking, my ass throbbing and pulsing.
Jason gently turned me over and pulled my tiny, exhausted body into his arms. He kissed my tear-streaked face softly.
“You were perfect,” he murmured. “My brave, dirty little girl.”
I couldn’t speak. I just buried my face in his chest, sore, used, filthy… and strangely, deeply satisfied.
Chapter Twelve: Broken Open
Without any warning, Jason’s grip on my small hips suddenly tightened like iron. In one powerful, savage thrust, he rammed almost his entire thick cock deep into my tiny virgin asshole.
“AAAAAHHH—!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
A white-hot, tearing pain exploded through my entire lower body. It felt like my asshole was being ripped apart. His massive cock stretched me impossibly wide, pushing so deep I could feel it in my stomach. My eyes flew open in pure shock. My mouth hung open in a silent scream as tears instantly poured down my flushed cheeks.
I panicked and tried to lurch forward, desperate to escape the burning invasion, but Jason’s strong hands locked onto my petite hips with bruising force. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t move even an inch. I was completely impaled on his huge cock.
“Shhh… relax, baby… relax for me,” he groaned deeply, his voice thick with raw lust. “Breathe. Just keep it inside you. I only pushed a little more than halfway… you’re doing so fucking good, my tight little angel.”
My petite body was shaking violently. The pain was overwhelming — a deep, fiery, stretching burn that made my asshole throb and clench desperately around his thick shaft. I could feel every single inch of him pulsing inside me, so hot and so big it felt like he was rearranging my insides. My pussy was dripping uncontrollably onto the forest floor even through the agony.
I sobbed into the leaves, drooling, my small hands clawing at the dirt. “It hurts… Jason, it hurts so much…”
After what felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, he started speaking again, his voice low and commanding.
“Now I want you to move, baby. Push back and forth on my cock slowly. Fuck yourself on it.”
I tried. God, I tried so hard. I rocked my hips weakly, but the pain made my movements clumsy and shaky. Jason quickly lost patience with my timid attempts.
He took complete control.
He pulled back slowly until only his fat, swollen head was stretching my ruined ring… then slammed back inside me with a wet, filthy smack. The brutal thrust made my whole body jolt forward. He started fucking me harder — long, deep, powerful strokes that made my small tits swing and my ass cheeks ripple.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His large hand came down hard on my ass again and again, spanking me mercilessly. Each loud slap sent stinging fire across my pale skin and made my tiny asshole clench and flutter around his cock, somehow letting him slide even deeper.
“Fuck yes… look at that,” he growled. “Your little ass is opening up for me.”
He was getting more aggressive, breathing like a beast. His hips slapped loudly against my small round butt with every thrust. The pain was intense, but mixed with it was a dark, twisted pleasure that made my pussy gush.
“Jason… please… it’s enough… my ass hurts so bad…” I cried, tears streaming down my face.
He leaned over my back, still buried balls-deep, and kissed my neck. “I know it hurts, baby. But you’re taking me so well. Almost there. Just a little more. God, I fucking love your tight tiny ass… so small, so perfect… squeezing my cock like it was made for me.”
His pace became feral. He was pounding me now, using my petite body like a toy. I remembered the porn videos — how the girls’ desperate begging made the men lose control. So I started begging exactly like them.
“Please, Jason… hurry up and cum!” I sobbed loudly. “Your dick is way too big for my little ass… you’re destroying me! It’s my first time and you’re ripping my asshole apart… please… please cum inside me… I can’t take it anymore!”
My desperate, broken begging drove him wild.
Jason let out a deep, animalistic groan. His thrusts became savage — hard, fast, and merciless. He was destroying my tiny asshole completely, his heavy balls slapping against my soaked pussy with every brutal stroke.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum deep in your tiny virgin ass,” he snarled. “Take every drop, you dirty little girl!”
With a loud, guttural roar, he slammed all the way inside me and exploded.
I felt his thick cock swell and pulse violently deep in my guts as powerful ropes of hot cum flooded my insides. He kept cumming and cumming, filling me so full I could feel my belly getting warm and bloated. Load after thick load pumped into my ruined asshole.
I thought he would finally pull out.
But he didn’t.
He stayed buried to the hilt, his cock still twitching inside me, breathing heavily against my neck.
“Let it stay inside, baby,” he whispered lovingly, stroking my sweaty back. “I just want to enjoy this moment… look at how beautiful you are with my cock buried so deep in your ass.”
I whimpered, completely stuffed and trembling.
Then I felt it again — that unmistakable warm, heavy pressure building deep inside my cum-filled bowels.
He was pissing.
While his thick cock was still locked deep inside my asshole, Jason started flooding me with his warm piss. At the same time, he grabbed my hair gently, turned my head, and kissed me passionately. His tongue pushed into my mouth as he thrust a little deeper, kissing me sloppily while filling my ass with his piss.
His hand reached around and started rubbing my swollen clit furiously — fast, perfect circles.
The feeling was overwhelming. My ass was stuffed with his cock, cum, and now his piss. The pressure, the filth, the deep kiss, and his fingers on my clit pushed me over the edge.
I screamed into his mouth as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me. My whole body convulsed violently. My asshole spasmed and milked his cock as I squirted hard all over his hand and the leaves, shaking uncontrollably while he continued pissing deep inside me.
When he finally finished, he held me there for a long, intimate moment, kissing my neck and shoulders, whispering how perfect I was.
Then, very slowly, he began pulling his massive cock out of my destroyed asshole.
The moment the thick head finally popped free, a huge gush of cum and piss poured out of my gaping hole and ran down my thighs. I let out a long, shaky moan of pure relief. It felt like a heavy log had been removed from deep inside my stomach.
I collapsed onto the forest floor, panting, crying, shaking, my tiny body completely used, filthy, and glowing with twisted pleasure.
Jason gently pulled me into his arms, cradling my petite, trembling body against his chest, kissing my tear-stained face.
“You were absolutely perfect, my dirty little angel,” he murmured softly.
Chapter Thirteen: The Long Drive Home
The drive back felt endless.
Every small bump in the road sent a sharp, throbbing pain through my ruined asshole and deep into my belly. It felt like Jason’s thick cock was still inside me — stretching, burning, claiming me. My stomach ached too, heavy and full from everything he had pumped deep inside. I sat carefully on one side, shifting constantly in the passenger seat, trying not to wince too obviously.
Jason kept one hand on my thigh, gently stroking it. “You okay, little one?” he asked softly, glancing over at me.
I nodded, biting my lip. “It hurts… a lot. But I wanted it.”
He smiled, that calm, possessive smile. “You were so fucking perfect today. I can’t stop thinking about how tight you were.”
I stayed quiet the rest of the way, lost in my thoughts.
What the hell did I just do?
I let a man almost the same age as my dad fuck my ass in the woods. Not just fuck it — he destroyed it. He came inside me, pissed inside me, spanked me, and used me like his personal little toy. And the worst part? I begged him for it. I pushed back. I told him to cum in my tiny virgin ass.
I should feel ashamed. Guilty. Disgusted with myself.
But every time I remembered his thick cock stretching me open, the way he growled my name, the way he kissed me while filling me with his piss… my sore pussy clenched with fresh wetness.
Jason dropped me off two blocks from home so Mom wouldn’t see his car. He leaned over, kissed me deeply, and whispered, “Text me later, baby. Rest that little ass tonight. We’re just getting started.”
I walked the rest of the way slowly, legs shaky, my ruined thong soaked with his cum and my own juices. Every step made my asshole throb painfully.
When I finally got home, I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed, still in my sundress. I lay on my stomach, face buried in the pillow, and let everything replay in my mind.
The fitting rooms.
Sucking his huge cock twice.
Begging in the woods.
The brutal pain when he forced himself deep.
The spanking.
His cum flooding me.
His warm piss filling my ass while he kissed me.
The way I came so hard I nearly blacked out.
My hand slowly slid under my dress and between my cheeks. I gently touched the edge of my sore, puffy butthole with my fingertips. It was still slightly open, tender, and slippery from his cum. I hissed in pain when I pressed a little, but I couldn’t stop touching it. A strange mix of shame and pride filled my chest.
I did that. I made a grown man — my mom’s secret lover — lose control and fuck my eighteen-year-old ass raw. I stole him, even if just for today.
I heard footsteps. Quickly, I pulled my hand away and rolled onto my side just as my mom opened the door.
“Hey sweetie,” Anita said, leaning against the frame. She looked beautiful as always — tall, elegant, that model-like figure. “How was your day? You were out for a long time.”
My heart raced. For a second I imagined her finding out. Finding out that the same man who fucked her was now destroying her daughter’s tiny asshole in the woods.
I forced a tired smile. “It was good. I did a lot of shopping. Got some really cute stuff for the modeling thing. I’m super tired though… gonna take a quick shower and sleep.”
Mom nodded, smiling warmly. “Alright, honey. Don’t stay up too late. Good night.”
“Good night, Mom.”
The second she closed the door, I let out a long breath.
If she ever finds out… she will kill me. She’ll never forgive me. This has to stay my secret forever.
I stood up slowly, wincing as fresh pain shot through my ass. I walked to the bathroom like an old woman — small, careful steps, thighs pressed together. In the mirror, I looked at myself: flushed cheeks, messy hair, swollen lips from sucking Jason’s cock, and a faint red handprint still visible on my ass when I lifted my dress.
I turned on the shower, stepped under the hot water, and let it run over my sore body. As the water washed away the dirt, leaves, and dried cum from my thighs, I gently touched my swollen asshole again.
It still hurt.
But deep down, I already knew… I wanted him to do it again.
Soon.
Chapter Fourteen: Addicted
Today Jason called me in the afternoon.
“Come over to my place, little one. Let’s do that photoshoot we talked about.”
I stood in my room holding the phone, my heart racing. My ass was still sore and tender from yesterday. Every time I sat down I could feel the deep ache. I’m going to tell him no, I promised myself. I’ll say my ass still hurts too much. No more. Not today. I need time to heal.
But thirty minutes later I was standing outside his apartment door in a tiny crop top and tight leggings, my heart hammering.
The second he opened the door, Jason pulled me inside, wrapped his strong arms around my petite body, and kissed me deeply on the lips. His tongue slid into my mouth like he already owned me.
“How’s my sexy little princess doing?” he murmured against my lips, his big hand sliding down to squeeze my ass.
“I’m… good,” I whispered, already melting.
He smiled that dangerous smile. “How’s your tiny ass doing after yesterday? Turn around and bend over the bed. Let me check if everything is okay.”
My face burned, but I obeyed. I walked to his bed, bent over, and slowly pulled my leggings and panties down to my knees. My small round ass was completely exposed to him.
Jason knelt behind me and spread my cheeks with both hands. I felt his warm breath on my sore hole.
“Oh my god…” I moaned the second his tongue touched me.
He licked my swollen, sensitive butthole slowly at first, then pushed his tongue inside me. The wet, warm, filthy feeling made my knees buckle. He ate my ass like a starving man — licking, sucking, tongue-fucking my tiny hole with deep, hungry strokes.
“Fuck, Angela… I think I have to eat this ass properly,” he growled.
He grabbed my hips hard, pulled me back against his face, and buried his tongue even deeper. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. I was dripping down my thighs within seconds.
He pulled back for a second, breathing hard. “Somehow your ass is super addictive. I’ve been thinking about this tiny pink hole all day.”
He spun me around, lay on the bed, and pulled me on top of him in a 69 position. His huge, hard cock was right in front of my face, already leaking precum. Without thinking, I grabbed it with both small hands and shoved it into my mouth. I missed the taste. I sucked him greedily while he devoured my asshole again, his tongue pushing deep inside me.
After a few minutes of sloppy, wet sucking and rimming, I pulled off his cock with a gasp.
“Can you… try to be gentle this time?” I begged softly. “If yes… I want to try it in my ass again.”
Jason chuckled darkly. “Oh baby… of course you’re gonna get it. Why do you think I’ve been eating your ass so deep? I’m getting that tight little hole loose and ready for me. You’re more than ready now.”
He flipped me onto all fours, got behind me, and pressed the thick head of his cock against my slippery asshole.
“Are you ready, princess?”
I looked back at him — this tall, fit, almost-forty-year-old man towering over my tiny body. Before I could even answer, he pushed forward.
“Oh my god…” I moaned loudly.
This time it didn’t hurt like yesterday. There was pressure, a deep stretching feeling, but mostly intense pleasure. I felt every inch sliding into me. “I think… I’m falling in love with this thing,” I whispered, shocked at myself.
I remembered how this morning I had sworn I wouldn’t let him fuck my ass again. And yet here I was — bent over, willingly taking him.
“It doesn’t feel painful like last time…” I breathed. “I like it more.”
Jason groaned. “Next time you’re going to fucking love it.”
He started moving — slow, deep strokes, only halfway in at first. Then he pulled all the way out, looked at my gaping little hole, and pushed back in with a wet sound.
“I want to watch you do it,” he said. “Move back and forth. Show me how much you can take.”
His words turned me on so much. I started pushing back harder each time, taking more and more of his thick cock. Deeper. Deeper. Until my soft butt cheeks finally pressed against his body.
“There it is…” Jason growled. “Look at you taking every inch like a good girl.”
He let me fuck myself on him for a while, then grabbed my hips hard. “My turn now.”
He started pulling me back onto his cock with powerful strokes. I could see everything when I looked back — his huge dick sliding out, glistening, then disappearing completely inside my tiny ass. The sight made me lose control.
I came hard, screaming into the sheets, my asshole clenching around him.
Jason didn’t stop. “On your next orgasm I’m going to cum deep inside you. Let’s go.”
Ten minutes later I was shaking again.
“I’m about to cum again!” I cried.
“Me too, baby.”
He slammed into me brutally hard as we came together. The final thrust was the deepest yet. I screamed in pleasure and pain as he buried himself to the balls and exploded. Thick, hot jets of cum flooded my insides while my own orgasm made my whole body convulse.
I felt so tiny under him — this big man, almost my dad’s age, laying on top of me, pumping load after load into my eighteen-year-old ass. His hairy chest pressed against my back. His heavy breathing in my ear.
When he finally stopped moving, he didn’t pull out.
He stayed buried deep inside me, breathing hard, gently kissing my neck and shoulders.
“I just had the most joyful sex of my life with you,” he whispered.
I looked back at him, flushed and glowing. I loved the feeling of him still inside me — soft now, but still filling me, keeping his cum trapped deep where it belonged.
“I like it when you stay inside me after you cum,” I admitted shyly.
Jason smiled and kissed me again, slowly grinding his hips so I could feel him moving inside my cum-filled ass.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not done with you yet, princess.”
Chapter Fifteen: Uncle Jason
Jason was still buried deep inside my ass, slowly grinding, when he suddenly grabbed my tiny butt cheeks with both hands and spread them wide. He gave them a few firm spanks, watching them jiggle.
“So tell me, princess,” he said casually, still buried balls-deep, “do you have any boyfriends?”
I looked back at him, surprised. “No…”
“Oh? Why not?” He spanked me again. “You’re young, cute, and so fucking sexy. You should have boys lined up for you.”
I stayed quiet. A strange feeling twisted in my chest. I thought I was going to be your girlfriend…
Jason kept talking while slowly rocking his hips. “You should be nicer to the boys at school. Let them approach you. They probably think you’re too hot and get scared.”
I swallowed hard. “I thought… I was gonna be your girlfriend.”
He chuckled softly, almost amused. “Oh, honey… no. You’re way too young for that. You were fantasizing about fucking an older man, and here I am — giving you exactly the pleasure you want. But that doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend. You can come here anytime you want… or anytime I want. But yeah, you should get a real boyfriend.”
He paused, then added with a dirty smile, “Especially if he’s a little gayish. That would be even more fun. You could bring him here.”
My mind was spinning. His thick cock was still moving inside my ass while he talked about me dating other boys.
Then he pulled out, turned me around, and pushed me onto my back. His heavy cock rested on my face as he rubbed it across my lips and cheeks.
“Yeah… you should get a boyfriend with a smaller dick too,” he said, smearing precum on my skin. “So it won’t stretch your butthole as much as I do. Of course, after I’m done with you, his little dick is gonna feel too loose in this tiny ass… but that’s okay.”
I felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal.
“Actually… there is someone,” I said quietly. “His name is Alex. He’s cute.”
Jason’s eyes lit up. “Show me.”
I grabbed my phone and showed him Alex’s pictures. Jason smiled as he looked.
“Come here. Sit on my lap.”
I climbed on top of him. He guided his thick cock back to my asshole and slowly pushed the head inside while we kept scrolling through Alex’s photos.
“Now tell me,” Jason whispered, pushing a little deeper, “if Alex was the one fucking your ass right now… would that make you feel good?”
I moaned as he sank further in. “Yes…”
“Good. Maybe you should invite him over. I can cook dinner. We’ll just talk… see what happens.”
I felt weirdly happy. I could tell my friends I have a boyfriend… while secretly coming here to get fucked by Uncle Jason.
I turned my head, looked at him, and said shyly, “You know… I was thinking what I’m gonna tell my friends. Like… here’s my boyfriend.”
Jason grinned. “No, no. You can tell them I’m Uncle Jason.”
“Uncle Jason?” I whispered.
The second the words left my mouth, he grabbed my hips hard and slammed all the way inside me.
“Yes… Uncle Jason,” he growled, suddenly fucking me with deep, powerful strokes. “No more talking. Uncle Jason needs to enjoy this tight little ass.”
He started pounding me harder. I moaned loudly, completely lost in the feeling.
“We should fuck a few more times today,” I gasped between thrusts. “So my asshole gets loose and stays that way… so next time it won’t hurt. It’ll be just pure pleasure.”
Jason laughed darkly and fucked me even deeper. “That’s my dirty little girl.”
After a while he pulled out, breathing hard. “Turn around.”
I spun around on the bed. His cock — fresh from my ass — was right in front of my face.
“Suck it.”
I didn’t even hesitate. I opened my mouth and took him in, tasting my own ass on his thick shaft. He groaned in pleasure and pushed deeper, fucking my throat.
“Yes, good girl… taste your own ass. See how nice it is?”
He held my head and shoved it deep until I was choking and drooling. Then he pulled out, flipped me over again, and slammed back into my ass.
“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, “but I want to finish in your mouth.”
He fucked me hard for another minute, then pulled out suddenly.
“Turn around. Rub your pussy fast.”
I spun around, rubbing my clit like crazy. Jason shoved his cock straight into my mouth, pushing it deep into my throat. He held my head tight and thrust hard. I felt his cock bulging in my neck.
With a loud groan, he came.
Thick, hot cum shot straight down my throat. I didn’t even get to taste most of it — it went so deep I just swallowed automatically. He kept his cock buried until every drop was inside me.
When he finally pulled out, he stroked my hair.
“Good girl. I loved that. But listen to me…” His voice became serious. “When you get a boyfriend, don’t you dare bail on me. Don’t take this cute tiny ass away from me. Understand?”
I looked up at him, flushed and breathless, and whispered, “Of course not, Uncle Jason. You’re something else.”
He smiled, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me deeply, his cum still warm in my belly.
Chapter Fifteen: Uncle Jason
Jason was still buried deep inside my stretched asshole, slowly grinding in lazy circles, when he suddenly grabbed both of my tiny butt cheeks and spread them wide apart. He gave them several firm, loud spanks, watching the soft flesh ripple under his palm.
“So tell me, princess,” he asked casually, as if his thick cock wasn’t lodged halfway inside my guts, “do you have any boyfriends?”
I looked back at him over my shoulder, surprised by the sudden question. “No… I don’t.”
“Oh? Why not?” He spanked me again, harder this time. “You’re young, cute, and so fucking sexy. You should have so many boys lined up, dying to be with a girl like you.”
I stayed quiet, feeling a strange knot form in my chest. I thought I was going to be your girlfriend… I thought this was something special.
Jason kept talking while he slowly rocked his hips, pushing a little deeper with every lazy thrust.
“You should be nicer to the boys at school. Smile more. Let them approach you. They probably think you’re too hot and sexy, so they get scared and stay away.”
The words hurt more than I expected. While his big cock was stretching my ass, he was encouraging me to date other boys. I felt small, used… and somehow even more turned on.
“I thought… I was gonna be your girlfriend,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
Jason let out a low, amused chuckle. He pulled back slowly until only the fat head remained inside me, then pushed back in with a wet sound.
“Oh, honey… no,” he said gently but firmly. “You’re way too young for that. You were fantasizing about fucking an older man, and here I am — giving you exactly the dirty pleasure you crave. But that doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend. You can come here anytime you want… or anytime I want this tight little ass. We can keep having fun like this. But yeah… you should get a real boyfriend your own age.”
He paused, then added with a filthy smile in his voice, “Especially if he’s a little gayish. That would be even more fun. You could bring him here. I’d love to watch.”
My mind was spinning. His thick cock kept moving inside me the whole time, making it hard to think straight.
Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and moved up the bed. His heavy, glistening cock rested right on my face. He started rubbing it across my cheeks, over my lips, and against my nose, smearing the mix of my ass juices and his precum all over my skin.
“Yeah… you should find a boyfriend with a smaller dick too,” he continued, tapping his cockhead on my tongue. “So it won’t stretch your butthole the way I do. Of course, after I’m done training this tiny ass, his little dick is going to feel way too loose inside you… but that’s okay. That’s part of the fun.”
I felt humiliated, embarrassed… and incredibly wet.
“Actually… there is someone,” I admitted quietly. “His name is Alex. He’s cute.”
Jason’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Show me.”
I grabbed my phone with shaky hands and opened Alex’s Instagram. Jason looked through the pictures while slowly stroking his cock.
“Not bad,” he said. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”
I climbed on top of him. He guided his thick cock back to my asshole and slowly pushed the head inside me while we kept scrolling through Alex’s photos together.
“Now tell me,” Jason whispered hotly in my ear as he sank another inch into my ass, “if Alex was the one fucking your ass right now… would that turn you on?”
I moaned as he pushed deeper. “Yes…”
“Good boy,” he praised. “Maybe you should invite him over sometime. I can cook dinner. We’ll just talk… see how it goes.”
A strange, excited feeling bloomed in my chest. I could tell my friends I finally have a boyfriend… while secretly coming here to get destroyed by Uncle Jason.
I turned my head, looked into his eyes, and said shyly, “You know… I was thinking what I’m gonna tell my friends. Like… here’s my boyfriend.”
Jason grinned wickedly. “No, no. You can tell them I’m Uncle Jason.”
“Uncle Jason?” I whispered, testing the word.
The second I said it, he grabbed my hips hard and slammed all the way inside me in one powerful thrust.
“Yes… Uncle Jason,” he growled, suddenly fucking me with deep, possessive strokes. “No more talking. Uncle Jason needs to enjoy this tight little ass right now.”
He started pounding me harder. I moaned loudly, completely lost in the feeling of being so full.
“We should fuck a few more times today,” I gasped between thrusts. “So my asshole gets really loose and stays that way… so next time it won’t hurt at all. It’ll be just pure pleasure.”
Jason laughed darkly and fucked me even deeper. “That’s my dirty little niece. Such a good girl.”
After a long, intense session, he pulled out breathing heavily.
“Okay, get ready. Turn around.”
I turned. His cock — fresh from deep inside my ass — was rock hard and shiny right in front of my face.
“Suck it.”
I didn’t even hesitate. I opened my mouth wide and took him in, tasting the strong, dirty flavor of my own ass on his thick shaft. Jason groaned in pleasure and pushed deeper into my throat.
“Yes, good girl… Taste your own ass. See how fucking nice it is?”
He held my head with both hands and fucked my mouth roughly, shoving it deep until I was gagging and drooling everywhere. Then he pulled out, flipped me over again, and slammed back into my ass.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly, “but I want to finish in your mouth.”
He fucked my ass hard for another minute, then suddenly pulled out.
“Turn around. Rub your pussy fast and hard.”
I spun around, frantically rubbing my clit. Jason shoved his cock straight into my mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of my throat. He held my head tight and thrust hard, making my throat bulge.
With a loud, animalistic groan, he came.
Thick, powerful jets of cum shot straight down my throat. It went so deep I barely tasted anything — I just swallowed automatically, feeling it slide into my stomach. He kept his cock buried until every last drop was inside me.
When he finally pulled out, he stroked my messy hair tenderly.
“Good girl. I loved that.” His voice turned serious. “But listen to me carefully… When you get a boyfriend, don’t you dare bail on me. Don’t take this cute tiny ass away from Uncle Jason. Understand?”
I looked up at him, flushed, used, and glowing, and whispered breathlessly,
“Of course not, Uncle Jason… You’re something else.”
He smiled, pulled my tiny body into his arms, and kissed me deeply, his cum still warm inside my belly.
Chapter Sixteen: The Three of Us
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
That same afternoon I texted Alex: “Hey, want to come hang out at my uncle’s place? He’s super chill and wants to meet you.” Alex replied almost instantly, excited. An hour later he was knocking on Jason’s door.
Jason opened it with that calm, confident smile. He looked tall and handsome in a fitted black t-shirt and grey shorts. I introduced them nervously.
“Uncle Jason, this is my friend Alex. Alex, this is my uncle Jason.”
They shook hands. Alex was shorter than Jason but still taller than me, slim, with soft features, smooth skin, and a shy smile. We sat on the big couch in the living room at first, talking about random things — school, music, plans for summer. Jason was charming as always, asking Alex questions and making him laugh.
Then Jason patted his thigh. “Angel, baby, come over here.”
I blushed but stood up and let him pull me onto his lap. His big hand rested possessively on my thigh, right under the hem of my short skirt.
Jason looked at Alex with a warm smile. “So tell me, Alex… do you have a girlfriend yet?”
Alex smiled shyly and shook his head. “No, sir. I don’t.”
“Oh, nice. Perfect,” Jason said smoothly. “Angela is single too. You two should date.”
Alex laughed awkwardly, then looked down. After a few seconds of silence he said quietly, “Actually… I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m gay. I’ve known for a while. Angela is really beautiful, but… yeah.”
I blinked. “What? I had no idea!”
Jason didn’t look surprised at all. He just smiled. “Honestly, as soon as I saw you I kind of felt it. But I didn’t want to assume. Good for you for saying it, man. In this house, you can be whoever you want. No judgment.”
The energy in the room shifted. Jason’s hand slid higher on my thigh while he looked at Alex with obvious interest.
“Come here, Alex,” Jason said, patting his other thigh. “Sit with us.”
Alex hesitated for a second, then stood up and let Jason pull him onto his other leg. Now both of us were sitting on Jason’s lap — me on his right thigh, Alex on his left. Jason’s arms wrapped around both of us, one hand on my ass, the other resting on Alex’s lower back.
“Well… now we need to find you both boyfriends,” Jason laughed. “One for Angela, one for you.”
We all laughed, but the air was thick with tension. I leaned in and kissed Jason on the lips right in front of Alex. When I pulled back, I noticed Jason’s hand had moved down to Alex’s ass too, gently squeezing.
“Angel,” Jason said, voice low, “go bring those tiny skirts and lingerie you left here last time. The mini ones, fishnets, lace — all of it. Let’s see what fits Alex.”
My eyes widened. “Wait… really?”
“Come on,” Jason encouraged. “Don’t be shy. This is a safe space. I’ve seen dick before. Angela has too. Go get them.”
I went to the bedroom and came back with a handful of my sluttiest pieces — a pink fishnet bikini, a black lace thong set, a tiny white mesh skirt, and a sheer babydoll. Jason made Alex stand up.
“Strip. Put these on. Let’s see how you look.”
Alex’s face turned red, but he was clearly excited. He slowly took off his clothes until he was completely naked. His body was smooth, slim, with a cute little ass and a surprisingly small, pretty cock that was already half-hard. Jason and I watched as he tried on the lingerie. The fishnet bikini looked incredible on him — his wider hips filled it out nicely, even though his ass was smaller and flatter than mine.
“Angel, help him with makeup,” Jason ordered.
I grabbed my makeup kit and spent the next twenty minutes doing Alex’s eyes, lips, and cheeks. He looked surprisingly hot — feminine, soft, and slutty.
“Now both of you,” Jason said. “Put on your tiniest bikinis. I want a proper fashion show.”
We changed right there in front of him. I wore a tiny red micro-bikini that barely covered anything. Alex wore the pink fishnet set. We started walking back and forth across the living room like models, turning, posing, bending over. Alex’s ass looked so round and smooth in the lingerie. I kept glancing at Jason.
He was rock hard.
His shorts were tented obscenely, the thick outline of his big cock clearly visible from the side. Alex noticed it too.
“Look,” Alex whispered to me, giggling. “His dick is showing.”
I smiled. “Alex… why don’t you go sit on his lap and watch me do the rest of the show? I want you to enjoy it.”
Alex walked over. Jason spread his legs wide on the couch and pulled Alex down so he was sitting right between them, back against Jason’s chest. Jason’s big hands immediately started roaming over Alex’s body, rubbing his thighs, then sliding between his legs to gently stroke him through the fishnet.
I continued the fashion show, changing bikinis, bending over, showing off. A few minutes later I got tired and walked over.
Jason looked at me with dark eyes. “Angie, come here. Sit on his lap too.”
I climbed on, straddling Alex while he sat on Jason’s lap. Now all three of us were pressed together. Jason hugged Alex from behind, kissing and licking his neck. I leaned in from the front and kissed Alex on the lips for the first time. He tasted sweet. His small cock was rock hard against my stomach.
Things were about to go crazy.
Jason’s voice was low and hungry as he kissed Alex’s neck. “You two look so fucking good together.”
His hands were everywhere — squeezing my ass, rubbing Alex’s cock, pulling us closer. I could feel Jason’s massive erection pressing against Alex’s back.
I kissed Alex deeper, slipping my tongue into his mouth while Jason watched. Alex moaned softly into my mouth.
Jason growled, voice thick with lust, “Bedroom. Now.”
He stood up, lifting both of us like we weighed nothing, and carried us toward the bedroom, ready to fuck the shit out of both of us at the same time.
Chapter Seventeen: Welcome to the Team
The three of us tumbled onto Jason’s big king-sized bed, a mess of limbs, lace, and heavy breathing. Jason sat against the headboard, his massive cock standing thick and proud, glistening from everything we’d already done. He looked like a king on his throne — tall, dominant, and completely in control.
He stroked his huge shaft slowly, looking straight at Alexis.
“Alex… or should I say Alexis now?” Jason’s voice was deep and commanding. “Got a question for you. Do you wanna join our team or not? If yes, you and Angel are both gonna start sucking my cock together. Then I’m gonna fuck both of you so good you’ll be crawling back here tomorrow begging for more. If not, you can put your clothes on and leave right now. No hard feelings.”
Alexis stared at the huge cock, eyes wide with lust and nervousness. Then, without a word, he leaned forward, opened his mouth, and took the fat head between his lips.
Jason groaned in satisfaction. “That’s a yes.”
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down next to Alexis. “Go down, baby. Help your friend.”
I joined him immediately. Both of us started worshipping Jason’s cock — licking up and down the thick shaft, kissing the head, taking turns sucking him deep. Jason’s hand rested on both our heads, guiding us. He pushed his cock into Alexis’s mouth, then pulled it out and shoved it into mine, making us share every inch.
While we sucked him, Jason reached down with both hands. His left middle finger found my asshole and pushed inside. His right finger did the same to Alexis. He fingered both of us at the same time — slow, deep, stretching us open while we slobbered all over his cock.
Alexis was surprisingly skilled. He slid lower, sucking and licking Jason’s heavy balls while I focused on the head and shaft. I was learning fast, copying everything he did.
Jason moaned deeply. “Fuck… you two look so perfect together.”
He suddenly pulled us off his cock, flipped both of us onto all fours side by side, and started spanking our asses hard — loud, stinging slaps that made us moan and push back for more.
“Alexis,” Jason growled, “I want you to get behind Angel and slowly put your cock in her ass.”
Alexis looked nervous but excited. He moved behind me, lined up his smaller, pretty cock against my hole, and pushed in. Even though he was much smaller than Jason, the feeling of being fucked while Jason watched made me super horny. I moaned loudly, pushing back until his hips met my ass.
Jason smiled darkly. “Good boy. Now stay right there.”
He got behind Alexis, pressed his massive cock against Alexis’s smooth hole, and pushed in. Alexis gasped and cried out as Jason stretched him open. Now we were in a perfect train — Jason fucking Alexis, Alexis fucking me.
Jason started moving.
Every time he thrust forward into Alexis, Alexis was pushed deeper into my ass. When Jason pulled back, Alexis slid almost out of me. I was trapped in the middle, moaning helplessly as both of us got fucked at the same time.
“Fuck… this feels insane,” I whimpered.
Alexis was moaning loudly, clearly loving being in the middle. After ten minutes of this delicious rhythm, Jason ordered, “Angel, go forward, baby.”
I moved forward on the bed. Jason made Alexis pull out of me and eat my ass instead. His warm tongue pushed deep into my freshly fucked hole while Jason kept pounding Alexis from behind, making him moan and scream into my ass with every thrust.
Then Jason’s voice turned even darker.
“Angel, I want you to suck his cock while I fuck him.”
Alexis lay back against Jason’s chest, Jason’s huge cock still buried in his ass. I crawled between Alexis’s legs and took his smaller cock into my mouth. The moment I started sucking, Jason began fucking him hard. Every powerful thrust pushed Alexis’s cock deeper into my throat. I was gagging, drooling, loving how his smaller dick felt compared to Jason’s massive one.
Jason was destroying Alexis’s ass, slamming into him so hard that Alexis’s cock kept jumping in my mouth. I rubbed my clit furiously while sucking him.
Finally, Jason growled, “I’m getting close.”
He pulled out of Alexis, made both of us kneel in front of him on the bed, and started stroking his huge, throbbing cock right over our faces.
“Open your mouths. Tongues out.”
We obeyed instantly. Jason jerked himself faster, groaning loud. Alexis and I looked up at him with wide, hungry eyes.
With a deep, guttural roar, Jason exploded.
Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum shot across both our faces — landing on my tongue, my cheeks, my forehead, and all over Alexis’s pretty made-up face. He kept cumming and cumming, covering us both until our faces were glazed and dripping with his load.
When he finally finished, he looked down at us with pure satisfaction.
“Look at my two little sluts… covered in Uncle Jason’s cum.”
I turned to Alexis, cum dripping from both our faces, and kissed him deeply, sharing Jason’s load between us. Jason watched us, stroking his still-hard cock, clearly already planning the next round.
“Welcome to the team, Alexis,” he said with a wicked smile. “This is only the beginning.”
Chapter Eighteen: No Limits
Jason stood at the edge of the bed like a predator, stroking his massive, still-hard cock as he looked down at us — two cum-covered, lingerie-wearing 18-year-olds on our knees.
“You think that was intense?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “We’re just getting started. Tonight I’m pushing your limits until you break. Both of you. Phones out. We’re recording everything.”
My hands were shaking with excitement as I grabbed my phone. Jason took his own and set it up on a tripod, angled perfectly at the bed.
“First,” he said, pointing at Alexis, “you’re going to get fucked like the little slut you are while Angel records every second. Then we’ll switch. I want close-ups. I want to see your faces when you can’t take anymore.”
He grabbed Alexis roughly and threw him face-down on the bed. “Ass up, princess.”
Alexis obeyed, arching his back, his smooth, wider hips raised. Jason didn’t waste time. He spat on his cock, pressed the fat head against Alexis’s tiny hole, and rammed forward in one brutal thrust.
“FUUUUCK—!!” Alexis screamed, eyes flying wide open.
I was recording inches away, phone shaking in my hand. Jason was merciless. He grabbed Alexis’s slim waist and started pounding him with long, violent strokes — pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in balls-deep every time. The sound of skin slapping skin was deafening.
“Look at his face, Angel. Get a close-up,” Jason ordered.
I moved the camera right next to Alexis’s face. His eyes were huge, filled with shock and pain. Every brutal thrust made his whole body jolt forward. His mouth hung open, drooling, making broken little cries. For a moment he genuinely looked like he regretted everything — like he was questioning his entire sexuality as this huge older man destroyed his ass.
“Too big… Jason… please… it hurts…” Alexis whimpered.
Jason just laughed darkly and fucked him even harder, yanking his hips back every time he tried to crawl away.
“That’s it. Take it. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I kept recording, zooming in on Alexis’s tear-streaked, mascara-running face while Jason railed him mercilessly. After several minutes of absolute destruction, Jason pulled out, his cock shiny and filthy.
“Ass to mouth. Now.”
He shoved his cock straight from Alexis’s gaping ass into my mouth. I gagged hard but sucked obediently, tasting Alexis’s ass all over Jason’s thick shaft. Jason face-fucked me roughly for a minute, then switched back — slamming into Alexis again, then pulling out and feeding it to me.
We did this over and over. Full, nasty ass-to-mouth rotations while the cameras kept rolling.
Then Jason looked at me with pure lust.
“Your turn, Angel. On your back.”
He flipped me over and folded my short legs all the way to my chest, exposing my tiny asshole completely. He pushed in deep in one stroke. I screamed in pleasure as he started fucking me even harder than he fucked Alexis. My small body bounced on the bed with every thrust.
“Alexis, sit on her face. Let her eat your ass while I destroy hers.”
Alexis straddled my face, lowering his freshly-fucked hole onto my mouth. I licked and sucked him greedily while Jason pounded my ass without mercy. The taste of Jason’s cum mixed with Alexis’s ass was filthy and intoxicating.
Jason was like an animal now — grunting, sweating, slamming into me so hard the bed was creaking. He reached down and rubbed my clit furiously, forcing me to cum hard around his cock while I moaned into Alexis’s ass.
“Switch again.”
He made Alexis lie on his back. Then he put me on top of Alexis in reverse cowgirl, lowering my ass onto Alexis’s smaller cock. While I rode Alexis, Jason stood over us and shoved his huge cock into my mouth, fucking my throat.
Then he pulled out, pushed me forward, and slammed into Alexis’s ass again while I was still impaled on Alexis. The chain fucking resumed — Jason destroying Alexis, Alexis’s cock moving inside me with every thrust.
We were all sweating, moaning, covered in spit and cum.
Jason’s voice was hoarse. “I’m getting close. One last round.”
He bent both of us over the edge of the bed, side by side, asses up. He alternated — ten savage strokes in my ass, then ten in Alexis’s, back and forth, making us both scream. He spanked us red, called us his little whores, his personal fuck toys.
Finally, he pulled out, breathing like a beast.
“On your knees. Both of you. Tongues out.”
We dropped instantly, faces next to each other, mouths open. Jason stroked his enormous cock furiously right above us.
He roared as he came.
The first thick rope shot straight into my open mouth. The next splattered across Alexis’s tongue and cheek. He kept pumping, covering both our faces, hair, and chests in heavy, sticky cum.
While he was still shooting, Alexis suddenly moaned loudly and came without touching himself — shooting his load all over my stomach and pussy while Jason filled my mouth.
I swallowed as much of Jason’s cum as I could, the rest dripping down my chin.
Jason looked down at us — two destroyed, cum-drenched teenagers — and smiled with pure satisfaction.
“Best fucking decision you two ever made,” he panted. “This is your new life now.”
He grabbed both our phones, stopped the recordings, and tossed them aside.
“Send me those videos later. We’re going to watch them together… and then we’re doing it all over again tomorrow.”
I looked at Alexis, cum dripping from both our faces, and kissed him deeply, sharing everything.
We were completely ruined.
And we couldn’t wait for more.
Chapter Nineteen: Three Hours of Pure Pleasure
Jason looked down at our cum-covered faces with a hungry, almost evil smile.
“Clean yourselves up a little,” he said. “We’re not done. Tonight is all about you, Angel. For the next three hours, Alexis and I are going to fuck you senseless. We’re going to use every hole until you can’t even walk.”
My body was already trembling with anticipation.
They didn’t waste any time.
Jason laid me on my back in the middle of the bed and pushed my legs wide open. He slid his massive cock back into my sore, stretched asshole in one smooth thrust. I moaned loudly as he filled me completely. At the same time, Alexis climbed up and fed his smaller, pretty cock into my mouth.
For the first forty minutes, they used me like this — Jason pounding my ass with deep, powerful strokes while I sucked Alexis. Every time Jason thrust forward, it pushed me deeper onto Alexis’s cock. They switched positions constantly. Jason would pull out, Alexis would take his place in my ass, and Jason’s huge cock would stretch my throat instead.
They fucked me in every position imaginable.
Missionary with my legs on Jason’s shoulders while Alexis fucked my mouth.
Doggy style with Jason destroying my ass from behind while I deepthroated Alexis.
Cowgirl on Alexis’s cock while Jason stood in front of me and fucked my face.
They never stopped. Three full hours of nonstop double-teaming. My jaw ached, my asshole was swollen and gaping, my pussy was dripping nonstop. I came over and over again — sometimes from the double penetration, sometimes just from how filthy it felt.
At the two-hour mark, Jason pulled us into the bathroom.
“Shower time,” he growled.
He turned on the hot water. The three of us stepped inside. Steam filled the glass enclosure as Jason pushed me down onto my knees. Both of them stood in front of me — Jason’s massive cock on the left, Alexis’s smaller one on the right.
For the first time in my life, I sucked two cocks at the same time.
I alternated between them, licking, sucking, kissing, and stroking. I tried to take both heads into my mouth at once, stretching my lips wide. Jason held my hair and gently fucked my face while Alexis rubbed his cock across my tongue. Water cascaded over all three of us as I worshipped them like a good little slut.
Jason groaned. “Look at our greedy little Angel… sucking two cocks like she was born for it.”
After the shower, they carried my dripping body back to the bed.
“Now for the real thing,” Jason said.
He laid on his back and pulled me on top of him in reverse cowgirl. His enormous cock pushed back into my asshole. I moaned loudly as I sank all the way down. Then Alexis moved behind me, between Jason’s legs, and pushed his cock into my already full ass.
Double anal.
I screamed in overwhelming pleasure and pain as both cocks stretched my tiny hole at the same time. They didn’t move fast at first — they let me adjust, then started fucking me together. One pulling out while the other pushed in. The fullness was insane. I felt like I was going to explode.
They fucked me like that for a long time, switching who was in front and behind, always keeping at least one cock in my ass and one in my mouth.
At the very end, they put me on all fours again.
Jason was behind me, fucking my ass with brutal, deep strokes. Alexis was in front, fucking my mouth. I was rubbing my clit furiously, right on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” Alexis moaned.
“Me too,” Jason growled.
I rubbed my pussy faster.
All three of us came at the exact same time.
Alexis cried out and shot his load deep inside my asshole. Jason roared and exploded down my throat, flooding my mouth with thick, hot cum. At the same moment, my own orgasm hit me like a train — my pussy squirted all over the bed while both my holes were being filled with cum.
I swallowed as much of Jason’s load as I could. The rest spilled from my lips. Cum leaked out of my destroyed asshole and ran down my thighs.
We collapsed together in a sweaty, sticky pile.
Jason pulled both of us against his chest, kissing our foreheads.
“Next time, Alexis,” he said softly, stroking Alexis’s hair, “it’s going to be your turn to get destroyed. Tonight was all about pleasing our Angel. We poured our souls out for her.”
I smiled weakly, completely exhausted, my body aching in the most delicious way possible. Cum was still leaking from both my holes.
I had never felt so used…
and so perfectly loved at the same time.
Chapter Twenty: The Ultimate Degradation
The bedroom smelled like pure sex — sweat, cum, lube, and the faint musk of three bodies pushed to their absolute limits. For nearly three straight hours Jason and Alexis had taken turns destroying me in every way possible. My asshole was swollen, gaping, and still twitching. Thick rivers of cum leaked out of me every time I moved. My jaw ached from sucking cock nonstop, my throat felt raw, and my clit was so sensitive that even the slightest touch made me shiver.
I was lying on my back between them, completely spent, when Jason’s deep voice cut through the heavy breathing.
“Angel…” he said, stroking my sweaty hair. “Do you feel like you need to pee?”
I blinked up at him, my face still sticky with dried cum. The question made my stomach flip with a strange mix of shame and excitement. I nodded slowly.
“Yes… I really need to go,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming and gagging.
Jason’s eyes lit up with that dark, filthy hunger I was starting to crave. He looked over at Alexis, who was still panting, his pretty makeup completely ruined — mascara streaks running down his cheeks, lipstick smeared around his mouth.
“Perfect,” Jason said, his voice low and commanding. “Time to move to the next level, Alexis. Angel is going to pee straight into your mouth while you suck her pussy like a good little whore. And at the same time, I’m going to piss deep inside your ass. You ready to become our personal piss slut?”
Alexis’s cock twitched hard against his stomach. His eyes were glassy with lust. He nodded eagerly, voice trembling. “Yes, sir… I’m ready.”
Jason didn’t even let us rest. He grabbed both of us by the wrists and pulled us off the bed. My legs were so shaky I could barely walk. We followed him into the bright, luxurious bathroom. The marble tiles felt cold under my bare feet. The huge walk-in shower and giant mirror made everything feel even more exposed and dirty.
Alexis dropped to all fours on the floor right in front of the toilet, one hand braced on the cold tile, the other already stroking his own hard cock. His smooth, wider ass was pushed up, still red and gaping from the hours of fucking.
I stepped over him, facing Jason, and slowly lowered myself onto Alexis’s upturned face. I leaned forward, pressing my smooth, swollen pussy right against his warm mouth. His tongue immediately started licking me — long, hungry strokes that made me moan softly. I could feel his pretty, ruined makeup smearing even more against my thighs as he worshipped me.
Jason moved behind Alexis, spread his cheeks wide, and pushed his massive, still-hard cock back into his ass in one long, slow thrust. Alexis moaned loudly into my pussy, the vibration sending sparks through my clit.
Jason looked straight into my eyes, his voice rough with lust. “In a minute, baby. Get ready.”
He started slowly pumping his thick cock in and out of Alexis’s ass, holding my gaze the entire time. I grabbed Alexis’s head with both hands and started rubbing my pussy back and forth across his lips and tongue, grinding harder, using his face like a toy.
“Okay…” I breathed, my voice shaking. “I’m about to pee… Alexis… are you ready?”
He moaned “uh-huh” into my pussy and sucked my clit even harder, showing me he was more than ready.
Jason grinned like a devil. “Do it, Angel. Flood his mouth.”
I let go completely.
Warm, golden piss started flowing out of me in a strong stream, straight into Alexis’s open mouth. He drank it eagerly, swallowing loudly, greedily, while his tongue kept licking my clit between gulps. At the exact same moment, Jason pushed balls-deep into Alexis’s ass and started pissing inside him too. I could actually see Alexis’s slim stomach swelling slightly from the pressure of Jason’s hot piss filling his guts.
Jason leaned forward, wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me deeply on the lips while we both used Alexis as our personal toilet. Our tongues tangled as I kept grinding my pussy on Alexis’s face, feeding him every single drop. Jason was still slowly pumping his cock in and out of Alexis’s ass, pissing the whole time, making wet, filthy sounds.
When my stream finally slowed and stopped, Jason pulled his cock out of Alexis’s ass with a wet pop. A small gush of his piss leaked out of Alexis’s ruined hole. Jason moved right next to me, standing shoulder to shoulder.
“Now both of us,” he growled.
He shoved his huge, piss-wet cock into Alexis’s already full mouth. Jason and I stood side by side, pissing together into Alexis’s eager, open mouth. Alexis moaned like a total whore, swallowing as much as he could while the rest overflowed, dripping down his chin, his neck, and his chest. He looked completely broken, mascara running in black rivers, yet he had never looked happier.
I couldn’t stop staring. God… he’s so slutty. Jason has never pissed in my mouth before. Never even suggested it. How come? Why does Alexis get to taste it first?
As soon as I finished, Jason grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head down hard.
“Your turn, Angel. Open wide.”
He shoved his thick cock straight into my mouth. I tasted the strong, salty mix of his piss and Alexis’s ass. Jason started fucking my face without mercy, holding my head in place with both hands. Every few seconds he would push all the way to the back of my throat and hold it there, trying to piss directly into my stomach.
The first hot stream hit the back of my throat and I almost gagged, but the filthy, degrading feeling made my pussy throb so hard I started rubbing my clit like crazy. Salty, warm piss filled my mouth and spilled out the sides, dripping down onto Alexis’s upturned face below me as he continued eating my pussy like a starving man.
Jason kept pulling out just enough for me to breathe, then shoving it back in and pissing again. The piss ran down my chin, over my tits, and splashed onto Alexis’s face and hair. I was moaning around his cock, tears of pleasure running down my cheeks.
Alexis never stopped licking me.
The combination — Jason pissing down my throat, Alexis devouring my pussy, the warm piss dripping everywhere — pushed me over the edge.
I came violently.
My whole body convulsed as I squirted hard all over Alexis’s face. I screamed around Jason’s cock while he kept pissing into my mouth, the salty taste mixing with my own orgasm. Piss and squirt dripped everywhere — down my tits, onto Alexis’s ruined makeup, pooling on the bathroom floor.
When Jason finally pulled out, he looked down at both of us — completely drenched, degraded, and glowing with filthy satisfaction.
“God, she’s such a fucking slut,” he laughed softly, stroking my wet hair. “I never pissed in your mouth before, Angel… but look at you now. You loved every second of it.”
I was panting, cum, piss, and spit covering my face and chest. My voice was hoarse but full of wonder.
“I would never have imagined I could enjoy something like this,” I whispered. “I always thought I was going to be a normal, innocent girl… having normal, sweet sex with a boyfriend my own age. And now… every single day I’m waiting to experience something even nastier, something I never even dreamed of. Today I loved having you watch me while I pissed in someone’s mouth… and then you pissing in mine while my pussy got eaten. I feel like a completely different person.”
Jason smiled proudly and pulled both of us up into his arms, kissing us deeply, tasting everything on our lips.
“This is your new life now, my little angels,” he murmured. “And we’re only getting started.”
He looked at our ruined, happy, piss-soaked bodies in the mirror and added softly,
“Next time… we’re going to push even further.”
Chapter Twenty-One: Daddy’s Little Girls
The next weekend, Jason had a new idea.
“Tonight we’re doing a role play,” he told us while we were still naked and cuddling in his bed. “You two are going to be my sweet, innocent twin sisters. Angel and Alexis. You’ve been secretly messing around with each other… and Daddy catches you. Then Daddy has to punish his naughty little girls.”
The idea made both of us instantly wet and hard again.
We spent twenty minutes getting ready. I picked out the sluttiest matching lingerie sets I owned — tiny baby-pink lace babydolls that barely covered anything, with matching thong panties and thigh-high stockings. Jason made Alexis wear light makeup again: soft pink blush, glossy lips, and long fake lashes. We looked like two filthy little doll versions of the same girl.
Jason waited in the living room while we started the scene in the bedroom.
I was on my knees on the bed, kissing Alexis deeply. Our tongues danced slowly as we touched each other. My hands slid under her babydoll, squeezing her small tits, while she moaned softly into my mouth. Our pink thongs were already soaked.
We didn’t hear the bedroom door open.
“Well… well… well,” came Jason’s deep, authoritative voice. “What the fuck do I walk in on?”
We both jumped, pretending to be shocked.
“Daddy!” I gasped, pulling back from Alexis’s lips, my face flushed.
Alexis looked terrified but excited. “We… we were just playing, Daddy…”
Jason stepped into the room, towering over us in just grey sweatpants, his massive bulge already obvious. His expression was strict and dark.
“Playing?” he growled. “My two little twin girls kissing and touching each other like dirty sluts? You know the rules. No one touches my little princesses except Daddy.”
He grabbed Alexis by the hair and pulled her off the bed, then did the same to me. He made us stand side by side in front of him, looking up at his tall, muscular frame.
“You two need to be punished,” he said coldly. “Turn around. Bend over the bed. Now.”
We obeyed immediately, bending over next to each other, asses up, pink thongs pulled to the side. Jason stood behind us and started spanking us hard — loud, stinging slaps on both our asses until they were bright red.
“Bad girls,” he growled between spanks. “Daddy’s going to fuck the naughtiness out of both of you.”
He didn’t warm us up.
He shoved his thick, lubed cock straight into my ass first. I screamed into the mattress as he buried half his length in one thrust. He fucked me hard for a full minute, then pulled out and slammed into Alexis’s ass right next to me. He went back and forth like that — ten brutal strokes in my ass, then ten in Alexis’s — making both of us moan and cry out.
“Who does this ass belong to?” he demanded, spanking me hard while buried deep.
“Daddy’s!” I moaned.
He switched to Alexis. “And this one?”
“Daddy’s!” Alexis cried.
Jason fucked us like animals for the next hour, switching holes constantly. At one point he made us lie on our backs, legs pulled up to our chests, side by side. He took turns pounding us in that position, looking down at our faces while he destroyed our tiny assholes.
Then he made us kiss each other while he fucked us.
While he was balls-deep in my ass, he ordered Alexis to make out with me. Our tongues tangled messily as Jason railed me. Then he switched to Alexis and made me kiss her while she got destroyed.
Finally, he put us both on our knees, facing each other.
“Kiss while Daddy fills you up,” he ordered.
We pressed our lips together, moaning into each other’s mouths. Jason took turns fucking our asses from behind, hard and deep. Every time he switched, we could feel the other one trembling.
“I’m going to cum,” he growled. “Both of you — push your asses back and take it.”
He slammed into Alexis first and unloaded deep inside her. Then immediately pulled out and shoved into me, pumping the rest of his load into my guts. We kept kissing the whole time, moaning as we felt him filling us.
When he finally pulled out, cum poured from both our gaping holes onto the floor.
Jason stepped back, breathing hard, and looked at his two ruined “daughters.”
“Good girls,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now clean each other up with your tongues. Daddy wants to watch.”
We obeyed instantly — I buried my face between Alexis’s cheeks while she did the same to me, licking up every drop of Jason’s cum while he filmed us on his phone.
Jason smiled darkly.
“Next time, we’ll do the boyfriend-girlfriend version… and Daddy will catch you two fucking and punish you even harder.”
I looked up at him, cum dripping from my chin, and whispered:
“Yes, Daddy… we can’t wait.”
Chapter Twenty-Two: Caught in the Act
I decided to surprise Jason that evening.
I had bought a new tiny black lingerie set just for him — a sheer babydoll with matching crotchless panties — and I wanted to show it off. I used the spare key he gave me and quietly let myself into his apartment, already wet with excitement.
The moment I stepped inside, I heard it.
Loud, rhythmic slapping sounds. Deep grunts. Alexis’s high-pitched, desperate moans.
My heart started racing. I tiptoed down the hallway toward the bedroom, the door slightly ajar. I peeked inside… and froze.
Jason had Alexis completely pinned down.
Alexis was face-down, ass-up in the middle of the bed, his head buried in the pillow, back arched deeply. His legs were spread wide, pink thong pulled to the side. Jason was behind him — tall, powerful, completely naked — fucking him with brutal, punishing strokes. Every thrust made Alexis’s whole body jolt forward. The sound of Jason’s hips slamming against Alexis’s ass was loud and wet.
“Fuck, Daddy… too deep—!” Alexis cried out, voice breaking.
Jason grabbed a fistful of Alexis’s hair and yanked his head back, pounding him even harder.
“You can take it, you little slut,” Jason growled. “This is what you get when you text Daddy begging for cock behind Angel’s back.”
I stood there in the doorway, stunned. My pussy throbbed even as jealousy burned in my chest. Jason was destroying Alexis — long, savage strokes that made Alexis’s eyes roll back. His huge cock was sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching Alexis’s hole obscenely.
I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.
“Daddy…!” I stepped into the room, my voice loud and pouty.
Both of them froze. Jason looked over his shoulder at me, still buried balls-deep in Alexis’s ass. Alexis’s eyes widened in panic.
I crossed my arms under my chest, trying to look angry even though my thighs were squeezing together.
“I can’t believe this,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’re fucking Alexis without me? I come here to surprise you and I find you destroying him like this?”
Jason slowly pulled his thick, glistening cock out of Alexis’s gaping hole. Alexis whimpered at the emptiness.
“Angel…” Jason started, but I cut him off.
“No! I need it too!” I whined, stepping closer. “I want it just as bad as he does. Why does Alexis get fucked so hard when I’m not here? I thought I was your favorite…”
I climbed onto the bed on all fours right next to Alexis, pushing my ass up high, presenting myself.
“Look,” I said, reaching back and spreading my cheeks, showing him my tiny pink hole. “I’m wet. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. I need you to fuck me right now, Daddy. Please… I want it harder than you just fucked him.”
Jason’s cock twitched visibly. He looked between the two of us — both on all fours, asses up, competing for his attention.
“Is that right, princess?” he asked, voice dark. “You’re jealous?”
“Yes,” I admitted, pushing my ass back toward him. “I want you to fuck me harder than you fucked Alexis. I want you to ruin me.”
Jason smirked. He grabbed my hips roughly and yanked me closer.
“Both of you — side by side. Asses up. Now.”
We obeyed instantly. Jason positioned himself behind me first. Without any warning, he slammed his entire cock into my ass in one brutal thrust.
“AAHHH—!” I screamed, my eyes watering from the sudden stretch.
He didn’t go easy. He started pounding me just as hard as he had been pounding Alexis — deep, violent strokes that made my small body shake. Every thrust slammed against my deepest spots.
“You want it harder than him?” Jason growled, spanking my ass hard. “Then take it, you greedy little whore.”
He fucked me mercilessly for several minutes, then pulled out and slammed straight into Alexis again. Back and forth he went — destroying my ass, then Alexis’s, comparing us, spanking us, telling us which one felt tighter.
I was moaning like crazy, pushing back against him every time.
“Don’t stop, Daddy! Please don’t stop!” I begged. “I need your cock more than he does!”
Jason laughed darkly and started fucking me even harder, using my tiny body like a fleshlight while Alexis watched jealously beside me.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned. “Fighting for Daddy’s cock.”
He spent the next hour switching between us, making us compete — who could take him deeper, who could moan louder, who could beg better. By the end, both of us were trembling, drooling, and completely broken.
Jason finally pulled out, breathing hard, and looked at our wrecked bodies.
“Next time you want Daddy’s cock,” he said, slapping both our asses, “you come together. Understand?”
I nodded weakly, cum leaking from my ruined hole, a big satisfied smile on my face.
“Yes, Daddy… we understand.”
EChapter Twenty-Three: Uncle Jason’s Lesson
A few days later, I finally brought Alex home — well, to Uncle Jason’s apartment.
I told my friends Alex was my new boyfriend. He was cute, sweet, and slightly feminine, which made the story believable. But the real reason I brought him was because Uncle Jason wanted to “meet” him properly.
The moment we walked in, Jason greeted us with that calm, dangerous smile. He was wearing only black sweatpants, his muscular chest on full display.
“So this is the famous boyfriend,” Jason said, shaking Alex’s hand while looking him up and down. “Angel’s been telling me all about you.”
Alex was nervous but excited. We sat on the couch for a while, talking, until Jason suddenly stood up.
“Since you’re Angel’s boyfriend now,” he said, voice low, “you should learn how to fuck her properly. Especially that tight little ass she loves so much. I’ll teach you.”
Alex’s eyes widened. I bit my lip, already getting wet.
Jason led us to the bedroom. He made me strip completely and get on all fours in the center of the bed. Then he told Alex to undress too.
“Watch carefully,” Jason said, getting behind me.
He spread my ass cheeks wide, spat on my hole, and pushed his massive cock inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. Jason started fucking me with long, powerful strokes — showing Alex exactly how to do it.
“See how I go deep but slow at first?” Jason explained, thrusting steadily. “She needs to open up. Then you can go harder.”
He fucked me for several minutes like that, one hand rubbing my clit, making me whimper and push back against him. Then he pulled out, his cock shiny and throbbing.
“Your turn, boyfriend,” Jason said with a smirk.
Alex climbed behind me and pushed his smaller cock into my ass. It felt good, but nothing compared to Jason. He started fucking me, but his rhythm was clumsy.
Jason shook his head. “No, no. Like this.”
He got behind Alex, pressed his huge cock against Alex’s asshole, and pushed in. Alex gasped as Jason entered him.
“Now fuck her while I fuck you,” Jason ordered.
It became a perfect chain. Every time Jason thrust into Alex, Alex was forced deeper into my ass. I was moaning loudly, loving the feeling of being fucked while my “boyfriend” got fucked at the same time.
Jason was teaching and destroying us at once.
“Harder, Alex,” he commanded, spanking Alex’s ass. “Fuck your girlfriend like you mean it.”
Alex tried his best, but Jason was the one really in control — pounding Alex so hard that Alex’s cock slammed into me with every thrust. I came hard like that, screaming into the pillow.
Then Jason switched us.
He made Alex lie on his back and had me ride Alex’s cock in reverse cowgirl. While I bounced on Alex, Jason stood over us and shoved his massive cock into my mouth, fucking my throat.
After a while, he pulled me off Alex and put me next to him on all fours again.
“Time for the real lesson,” Jason growled.
He fucked me first — hard, deep, brutal strokes that made me scream. Then he moved to Alex and fucked him the exact same way, making sure I watched how a real man takes an ass. Back and forth he went, using both of us like toys, teaching me how he wanted me to get fucked and showing Alex how to take it.
Finally, he put us side by side again, asses up.
“I’m going to cum,” he announced. “Both of you push back and take it.”
He slammed into me first and unloaded deep in my ass with a loud groan. Then immediately pulled out and buried himself in Alex, pumping the rest of his load into him.
When he finally pulled out, cum was leaking from both our holes.
Jason stepped back, breathing heavily, and looked at us with satisfaction.
“That’s how you fuck a woman in the ass,” he said, slapping both our red cheeks. “And that’s how you take it like a good boy.”
He pulled us both against his chest, kissing us one after another.
“Next time, boyfriend,” he told Alex with a wicked smile, “I’m going to teach you how to eat cum out of your girlfriend’s ass while I fuck you.”
I looked at Alex, then at Jason, my body still shaking from multiple orgasms.
I whispered softly, “Thank you, Uncle Jason… for teaching us.”
Jason chuckled and squeezed both our asses.
“Lesson one is over. Get cleaned up… because lesson two starts in twenty minutes.”
Chapter Twenty-Four: Full Commitment
It was a quiet Saturday evening at Jason’s apartment. The three of us were sitting on the big couch — me in Jason’s lap, Alex (still in his cute feminine clothes) curled up beside us. Jason had his arms around both of us, gently stroking my thigh and Alex’s back.
Alex had been fidgeting for the last ten minutes. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
“Uncle Jason… Daddy,” he said softly, voice trembling. “I need to tell you something. I’m gay. Like… fully gay. I’ve known for a long time. I like boys. I like getting fucked by men. I like cock.”
The room went silent for a second.
Jason looked at him calmly, then smiled warmly. He reached over and gently cupped Alex’s face.
“Thank you for telling me, baby,” he said softly, his voice full of genuine warmth. “I already knew. But I’m really proud of you for saying it out loud. You don’t have to hide anything here. This is a safe place. If you’re gay, then you’re gay. And if you want Daddy’s cock… you can have as much as you need.”
Alex’s eyes filled with relief and tears of happiness. He leaned in and kissed Jason deeply.
Jason kissed him back, then looked at both of us.
“Since we’re being honest tonight,” Jason continued, his voice dropping into that low, dominant tone, “I’m going to give both of you a proper welcome. A full ten-hour anal session. I’m going to fuck your asses for ten straight hours. No breaks. No mercy. I want to make absolutely sure you both know exactly what you’re getting into with me.”
My pussy clenched. Alex’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and lust.
Jason stood up, towering over us.
“Bedroom. Now. Strip.”
For the next ten hours, Jason completely owned us.
He started slow and methodical. He put us both on all fours side by side and took turns fucking us deep and slow, making sure we felt every inch. Then he switched to hard, brutal pounding — slamming into one of us for twenty minutes straight before switching to the other.
He fucked us in every position possible:
- Missionary with our legs over his shoulders
- Deep piledriver
- Reverse cowgirl while the other sucked his balls
- Standing up against the wall
- In the shower
- Bent over the kitchen counter
He used plenty of lube but never gave us long breaks. Every time one of us got too sore, he’d switch to the other and keep going.
At the four-hour mark, he put us in a train again — him fucking Alex, Alex fucking me. Then he flipped it. Then he made us ride him together, one on his cock, the other sitting on his face.
He was relentless.
By hour seven, both of us were shaking, crying, moaning non-stop. Our assholes were swollen, red, and gaping. Cum was leaking out of us constantly. Jason still wasn’t tired.
He laid us on our backs, side by side, legs pulled up, and took turns breeding us deeply, looking into our eyes as he pumped load after load into our guts.
At the nine-and-a-half-hour mark, we were both completely broken — whimpering, drooling, bodies covered in sweat and cum. Jason was still rock hard.
He put us both on our knees in front of him, asses up, faces on the bed.
“This is what your life will be like if you stay with me,” he said, breathing heavily as he fucked us one final time — switching between our destroyed holes every few minutes.
“I just want to make sure you know exactly what you’re gonna get.”
With those words, he grabbed my hips and unloaded his final massive load deep in my ass. Then he immediately pulled out and pumped the rest into Alex.
We collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted, cum pouring out of both of us.
Jason lay between us, pulling our tiny, trembling bodies against his chest. He kissed both our foreheads gently.
“You both took it so well,” he whispered proudly. “Ten full hours. Most people couldn’t handle three.”
He stroked our hair softly.
“So… now that you’ve had a real taste,” he asked quietly, “do you both still want this? Do you want to belong to Daddy completely?”
I looked at Alex, then back at Jason, my voice weak but certain.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
Alex nodded, eyes glassy. “Yes, Daddy… I want it.”
Jason smiled and held us tighter.
“Good. Because this was only the introduction.”
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Private Retreat
Three days after the ten-hour anal marathon, Jason sent both of us a message at the same time:
Jason: Pack enough clothes for 4 days. We’re leaving Friday night. No questions. Bring all your sluttiest lingerie and heels. Daddy has a surprise for his favorite pets.
I was vibrating with excitement the entire week. Alexis kept texting me “What do you think he’s planning???” but I had no idea.
Friday evening, Jason picked us up in his black SUV. He didn’t tell us where we were going. After two hours of driving into the mountains, we arrived at a beautiful, completely isolated luxury cabin surrounded by tall pine trees. No neighbors for miles.
As soon as we stepped inside, our jaws dropped.
The main living area was elegant, but Jason led us downstairs to the basement — and that’s when we saw it.
A fully equipped private playroom. Dim red lighting, a large bondage bed with restraints, a St. Andrew’s cross on the wall, mirrors everywhere, shelves full of toys, plugs, paddles, ropes, and bottles of lube. In the corner was a fuck machine with multiple attachments.
Jason closed the heavy door behind us and locked it.
“Welcome to Daddy’s private training cabin,” he said, voice low and calm. “For the next four days, the two of you belong to me completely. Phones stay upstairs. Clothes are optional. You will call me Daddy or Sir at all times. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” we both whispered, already getting excited.
Day 1 – Total Surrender
Jason started slow but intense.
He made us strip and wear matching pink collars with little bells. Then he spent hours “training” us — making us crawl, present our asses, suck his cock together, and edge each other without cumming.
That night he tied us both face-down on the bondage bed, side by side, legs spread wide. He spent nearly two hours alternating between us with a thick dildo, a prostate massager for Alexis, and his own cock — never letting either of us cum until the very end.
When we finally begged loud enough, he fucked us to orgasm one after another while we held hands.
Day 2 – The Fuck Machine
Jason introduced us to the fuck machine.
He had me ride it first — strapped down on all fours while the thick silicone cock pounded my ass on medium speed. While the machine fucked me, Jason made Alexis suck his cock right in front of my face.
Then he switched us. Alexis got destroyed by the machine while I rode Jason’s cock. The sounds of both of us moaning and the mechanical thrusting filled the room for hours.
At night, Jason recorded us — making us look into the camera and describe in detail how it felt to be used for an entire weekend.
Day 3 – Creative Filth
This was the wildest day.
Jason had a new idea: “Pet Play + Breeding.”
He put us in matching puppy ears and tail plugs. We had to crawl everywhere, eat from bowls on the floor, and beg like animals. Then he “bred” us repeatedly — fucking us raw and making us keep his cum inside while we continued crawling around the cabin.
Later he tied me in a full suspension harness and fucked me while Alexis licked my clit and Jason’s cock at the same time. Then he suspended Alexis and did the same to him while I sucked his balls.
We came so many times we lost count.
Day 4 – Final Commitment
On the last night, Jason sat us both down on the bed, still naked and marked with hickeys and handprints.
“I’m going to ask you something serious,” he said. “After everything we’ve done… do you both want to make this permanent? No more hiding. No more pretending with normal boyfriends or normal life. You become mine — fully. My two little pets. I’ll take care of you, train you, use you, and protect you.”
I looked at Alexis. He looked at me.
We both answered at the same time:
“Yes, Daddy.”
Jason smiled with genuine pride and pulled us into his arms, kissing us deeply one after another.
“Then starting next month, you’re both moving in with me. We’ll make the basement your permanent play space. And every weekend we come back here… so I can break you all over again.”
He laid us down gently and spent the entire last night making slow, deep, passionate love to both of us — kissing every bruise, every mark he’d left on our bodies.
As the sun rose over the mountains, the three of us lay tangled together, exhausted but glowing.
I whispered sleepily, “I never want this to end…”
Jason kissed my forehead, then Alexis’s.
“It never will, my beautiful little pets. This is just the beginning of forever.”
Chapter Twenty-Six: Two Virgin Asses
A week after the mountain cabin retreat, Jason sent us a single message:
Jason: Tonight. 8 PM. Both of you. Wear something innocent. Tonight Daddy is going to take two virgin asses again.
I didn’t understand at first — we had already been fucked countless times. But when Alexis and I arrived at his apartment wearing matching white lace lingerie (looking like pure, innocent little angels), we quickly realized what he meant.
Jason wanted to role-play taking our virginities all over again.
The lights in the bedroom were dimmed. Soft music played. Jason was waiting for us, wearing only black pants, looking like a dangerous god. On the bed were two small gift boxes.
“Tonight,” he said slowly, “you are both completely new to me. Two untouched, nervous 18-year-old virgins who have never had anything in their asses. I’m going to deflower both of you… slowly… and thoroughly.”
He opened the boxes. Inside were two identical small plugs — pink, heart-shaped, with little jewels at the base.
“These are your training plugs. Put them in right now while I watch.”
We obeyed. Alexis and I bent over the bed side by side, slowly pushing the plugs into our tight holes while Jason watched with dark, hungry eyes.
“Good girls,” he whispered. “Now… let Daddy prepare his two virgin asses.”
He spent the next hour worshipping us.
He laid us on our backs, legs spread wide, and ate both our asses for a long time — licking, sucking, tongue-fucking our holes like they were brand new. He kept calling us his “sweet innocent virgins,” telling us how tight and perfect we were, how honored he felt to be our first.
Then the real training began.
Jason put us on all fours, side by side.
“Tonight I’m going to take you one after another, like it’s your very first time,” he said.
He started with me.
He lubed his massive cock generously, pressed the thick head against my tiny hole, and pushed in extremely slowly. Even though I had taken him many times, he made me feel like it was my first — whispering “Relax, baby… Daddy’s being gentle… just the tip first…” while I whimpered and moaned like a nervous virgin.
Once he was halfway in, he stayed still for a long time, letting me “adjust,” stroking my back and kissing my neck.
Then he moved to Alexis and did the exact same thing — slow, careful, loving, treating him like a delicate virgin too.
For the next three hours, he alternated between us with extreme patience and control. He would fuck me slowly for ten minutes, then pull out and fuck Alexis slowly for ten minutes, always reminding us:
“This is your first time… Daddy is claiming your virgin ass tonight…”
The psychological effect was insane. Even though our bodies knew his cock well, the way he spoke and moved made us feel brand new and overwhelmed.
Later, he put us in a special position — both of us lying on our backs, legs pulled up and hooked over his shoulders, side by side. He could fuck one while looking into the other’s eyes.
He went back and forth, switching every few minutes, going deeper each round until he was finally balls-deep in both of us.
“Two perfect virgin asses,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his chest. “Both belonging to Daddy now.”
At the very end, he made us kneel facing each other, holding hands, while he stood behind us. He fucked me first — hard and deep — then switched to Alexis, then back to me, building speed.
When he was ready to cum, he pulled us both close.
“I’m going to breed my two virgin girls now,” he growled.
He came deep inside me first, flooding my ass. Then immediately pulled out and emptied the rest of his load into Alexis.
We stayed like that — holding each other, kissing softly while cum leaked from both our freshly “deflowered” holes.
Jason pulled us into his arms, breathing heavily.
“From now on,” he whispered, kissing our foreheads, “every time we play… I want you to feel like it’s your very first time. Two perfect little virgin asses for Daddy.”
I looked at Alexis, then at Jason, completely blissed out.
“Yes, Daddy,” we both whispered.
Jason smiled and held us tighter.
“Good girls. Because Daddy is never going to get tired of claiming these two virgin asses… over and over again.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Golden Shower All Day
Jason woke us up early with a wicked smile.
“Today is a special day,” he announced, standing naked at the foot of the bed, his big cock already half-hard. “No normal fucking. No toys. Just piss. All day long. The two of you are going to be Daddy’s personal piss sluts from sunrise to midnight. You will drink, wear, and bathe in it. Understand?”
Alexis and I looked at each other, both nervous and strangely excited.
“Yes, Daddy,” we answered together.
Morning Ritual
Jason started simple but intense.
He made us kneel side by side in the bathroom, backs against the glass shower wall, mouths open and tongues out. He stood in front of us, stroking his cock slowly.
“First drink of the day,” he said.
His warm morning piss streamed out in a strong, steady flow. He aimed at my open mouth first. I swallowed as much as I could, the salty taste filling me completely. When I started choking, he moved to Alexis, filling his mouth too. Back and forth he went until both our chins, chests, and stomachs were soaked.
“Stay wet,” he ordered. “No towels today.”
We spent the next hour crawling around the apartment completely naked while Jason casually pissed on us whenever he felt like it — on our asses while we crawled, on our faces while we sucked his cock, even on our hair while we made breakfast.
Breakfast Service
Jason sat at the dining table like a king. He made Alexis and me lie on our backs on the table, heads hanging off the edge, legs spread wide.
He ate his eggs and toast slowly while using us as his personal urinal.
Every few minutes he would stand up, aim his cock down, and piss directly into one of our mouths. We had to keep swallowing while he continued eating. When we couldn’t swallow fast enough, the warm piss overflowed, running down our faces, hair, and bodies, pooling on the table beneath us.
By the end of breakfast, the entire table and both of us were dripping wet with his piss.
Midday Training
Jason took us to the balcony (completely private, surrounded by trees). He tied our hands above our heads to the railing so we were standing, legs spread.
Then he spent nearly two hours “watering” us.
He would piss on my tits, then on Alexis’s cock, then make us kiss while he pissed between our bodies. At one point he made us squat facing each other and piss on each other’s genitals while he watched and stroked himself.
Later he had us lie down on the balcony floor. He stood over us and gave us a long, powerful golden shower — moving the stream from our faces, down our bodies, and back up again, making sure every inch of us was covered.
We were absolutely drenched. The sun made the piss glisten on our skin.
Afternoon Shower
Back inside, Jason brought us into the big walk-in shower but refused to turn on the normal water.
Instead, he used only his piss.
He made us kneel and wash each other using his warm stream. I had to wash Alexis’s hair with Jason’s piss while Alexis washed my pussy with his tongue. Then Jason would piss directly on whatever we were cleaning.
At one point he made me lie on the shower floor while both he and Alexis pissed all over my body at the same time — a double golden shower that left me moaning and rubbing my clit shamelessly.
Evening Grand Finale
By 9 PM we were exhausted, dehydrated, and completely soaked in piss. The whole apartment smelled like it.
Jason brought us back to the bedroom and laid us on our backs on a big plastic sheet he had prepared.
“This is the final round,” he said. “Open your mouths and spread your legs.”
For the next hour, he used us mercilessly.
He would fuck one of our asses for a few minutes, then pull out and piss deep inside the other one. Then he’d switch. Sometimes he’d piss in our mouths while fucking the other. Sometimes he’d make us 69 each other while he pissed on both our holes at once.
Finally, he stood over both of us as we lay side by side, mouths open, legs spread.
“I’m going to give you both a proper goodbye shower,” he growled.
He unleashed a long, powerful stream — first filling my mouth until it overflowed, then Alexis’s, then back to mine. He moved the stream all over our bodies, soaking our tits, cocks, pussies, and hair.
While he was pissing on us, Alexis and I started desperately rubbing each other. We came hard at the same time — moaning, shaking, covered head to toe in Daddy’s warm piss.
Jason finally stepped back, breathing hard, and looked at his two completely destroyed, glistening pets.
“Look at you both…” he said with deep satisfaction. “My perfect golden shower sluts.”
He lay down between us, pulling our wet, sticky bodies against him and kissing us deeply, tasting his own piss on our tongues.
“Tomorrow we rest,” he whispered. “But the day after… we do it all over again.”
I looked at Alexis, then at Jason, my body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure.
“I never want to be clean again, Daddy,” I whispered.
Jason laughed softly and held us tighter.
“Good girls.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Seduced
Jason had been working from home all day, locked in his office on calls. He told us not to disturb him.
But Alexis and I were feeling bratty.
We spent an hour getting ready together — showering, doing each other’s makeup, and picking out the sluttiest outfits we could find. I wore a tiny white crop top with no bra and an extremely short pleated skirt with nothing underneath. Alexis wore a cropped hoodie and tight thigh-high socks with a tiny pair of pink panties that barely covered his cute ass.
We looked like two naughty little teases.
At 6 PM, we decided to seduce Daddy.
We started slow.
I knocked softly on Jason’s office door and poked my head in.
“Daddy… we’re bored,” I said in my sweetest, most innocent voice.
Jason looked up from his laptop, eyebrows raised. “I told you two I’m busy until seven.”
Alexis slipped in behind me, biting his lip. “We promise we’ll be quiet…”
They both knew exactly what we were doing.
Jason leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, trying to look strict. But we could already see the bulge growing in his pants.
I walked over slowly, swaying my hips, and sat on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs so my short skirt rode up and showed him I wasn’t wearing panties.
“We just want to keep you company,” I whispered, running my fingers along his tie.
Alexis moved behind Jason’s chair, leaned down, and started kissing his neck softly while rubbing his shoulders.
Jason let out a low breath. “You two are playing a dangerous game…”
I slid off the desk, dropped to my knees between his legs, and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes.
“Daddy… can we please play? We’ve been thinking about your cock all day.”
Alexis reached around and started unbuttoning Jason’s shirt from behind, kissing his ear. “We’ll be really good girls… we promise.”
Jason’s breathing was getting heavier. He tried to stay in control, but we could see him losing.
I unzipped his pants slowly, pulled out his thick, semi-hard cock, and started kissing it gently — soft little pecks all over the head and shaft, looking up at him the whole time.
Alexis moved to the side, knelt next to me, and started licking the other side of Jason’s cock.
We worshipped him together — two pretty mouths licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of his massive dick while he sat in his office chair, trying (and failing) to look unaffected.
“Fuck…” Jason groaned, finally giving in. He grabbed my hair with one hand and Alexis’s with the other.
“You two little sluts… you really know how to seduce Daddy, don’t you?”
I smiled around his cock and took him deeper into my throat. Alexis sucked his balls gently. We worked in perfect sync — passing his cock back and forth, making it sloppy, drooling all over it.
Jason finally stood up, lifted me onto his desk, and pushed my skirt up.
“You want Daddy’s cock so bad?” he growled.
“Yes, please…” I moaned.
He slammed into my ass in one hard thrust. I cried out in pleasure. While he fucked me deep and rough on the desk, Alexis climbed onto the desk too, straddling my face so I could eat his ass while Jason pounded me.
We spent the next two hours like that — switching positions constantly, seducing Jason harder every time he tried to regain control.
At one point I rode Jason reverse cowgirl on his office chair while Alexis sat on his face. Then Alexis rode him while I made out with Jason and played with his nipples.
By the end, Jason had us both bent over his desk side by side, fucking us hard and fast, spanking us red.
“You win,” he groaned, slamming into me. “You two seduced Daddy completely.”
He pulled out at the last second and came all over both our asses and backs, marking us as his.
We collapsed onto the floor together, breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum.
Jason looked down at us with a mixture of amusement and lust.
“You two are dangerous,” he said, breathing heavily. “Next time you try to seduce me… I won’t be so gentle.”
I smiled up at him, cum dripping down my back.
“Promise, Daddy?”
Jason laughed darkly and pulled us both into his arms.
“Promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Video
I was lying naked on the bed with Alexis, lazily stroking his cock while we scrolled through our secret folder of videos. We had been filming ourselves for weeks now — every nasty thing Jason made us do.
I looked up at Jason, who was sitting in the chair watching us, and asked sweetly:
“Daddy… how about you pick what video we should create today?”
Jason’s eyes darkened with excitement. He thought for a moment, then smirked.
“Alright. Here’s the scene: You two start fucking. Alexis is going to slide a thick cucumber into his own ass while he fucks Angel. Make it look real — moan, whimper, act like naughty teenagers who can’t wait. I’ll watch for a while… then I’ll walk in and ‘catch’ you. After that, I take over.”
We both nodded eagerly.
We set up three cameras — one on a tripod, one handheld, and one on the ceiling.
Alexis lubed up a thick, long cucumber and slowly pushed it into his own ass while moaning loudly. I got on all fours in front of him. He lined up his smaller cock and pushed into my pussy first, then slowly worked his way into my ass. The sight in the mirror was filthy — Alexis fucking me with a cucumber buried deep in his own ass.
We started fucking harder, moaning dramatically for the cameras.
“Fuck… it feels so full…” Alexis whimpered, pushing deeper into me.
I was moaning loudly, pushing back against him, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
Jason stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, looking stern.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” he growled.
We both froze.
“Daddy—!” I gasped.
Jason stepped inside and closed the door. His cock was already rock hard in his pants.
“You two little sluts can’t even wait for Daddy? Playing with vegetables like dirty whores?”
He stripped quickly, his massive cock springing free.
“Move,” he ordered Alexis.
Jason pulled the cucumber out of Alexis’s ass and replaced it with his own thick cock in one powerful thrust. Alexis cried out.
Now it was a perfect train: Jason fucking Alexis hard… Alexis fucking my ass.
Jason was ruthless. He pounded Alexis so violently that every thrust pushed Alexis deeper into me. I was moaning like crazy, getting fucked by both of them at once.
“Three holes,” Jason grunted. “That’s what you two are — three holes for Daddy.”
He fucked us like that for a long time, switching positions constantly. Sometimes he’d pull out of Alexis and slam into me, then go back. Sometimes he’d make us kiss while he used us.
After nearly an hour of brutal fucking, Jason pulled out, breathing hard.
“On your backs. Legs up. Side by side.”
We obeyed instantly.
Jason climbed on top of me first. He looked me in the eyes as he pushed his huge cock back into my ass and started fucking me deep and hard.
“This one’s for you, Angel,” he groaned.
A few minutes later he buried himself to the balls and came — pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside my ass.
He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed inside me, kissing me, then moved to Alexis.
He fucked Alexis just as hard, looking into his eyes too.
“And this one is for you, baby boy.”
Jason growled loudly as he unloaded his second load deep inside Alexis’s ass.
When he finally pulled out, cum was leaking from both of us. Jason looked down at our wrecked bodies with satisfaction and stopped the cameras.
He lay between us, pulling our cum-filled bodies against his chest.
“Good sluts,” he murmured, kissing us one by one. “That video is going to be fucking perfect.”
I smiled weakly, feeling his cum leaking out of me.
“Daddy… next time can we do a full all-day blowjob session?” I asked softly.
Jason chuckled and squeezed both our asses.
“Next chapter, my little cum dumps. Tomorrow you two are going to spend the entire day on your knees worshipping Daddy’s cock.”
He kissed us again, slow and deep.
“But for now… rest. You’re going to need your energy.”
Chapter Thirty: All-Day Piss Training
Jason woke us up with a single command:
“Today is Angel’s day. We’re filming an all-day piss drinking video. Angel’s mouth is going to be the main star. She’s going to drink every drop I give her, in every room of this house and outside. Alexis, you’ll help film and clean up. Angel… you’re not allowed to refuse or spit anything out. Understand?”
I nodded, already blushing. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jason smiled darkly. “Good girl. We start now.”
He set up multiple cameras and his phone for close-ups — especially focused on my face and mouth.
Morning – Bedroom
Jason pulled me onto the bed on my back, head hanging off the edge. He stood over me, stroking his thick cock.
“Open wide, my little Russian princess.”
I opened my mouth obediently. Jason aimed and released a long, strong morning stream straight into my mouth. The warm, salty piss filled me fast. I swallowed as much as I could, some spilling down my cheeks and neck. He filmed my face the entire time — zooming in on my throat moving as I drank him.
“Good girl… swallow Daddy’s piss like a proper 18-year-old slut.”
Kitchen – Breakfast
While I was making coffee, Jason came up behind me, bent me over the kitchen counter, and pulled my panties aside.
“Open your mouth and keep it open.”
He pissed directly into my open mouth while I stayed bent over. I swallowed gulp after gulp, some of it splashing onto my small tits and dripping down my body. Alexis filmed from the side, capturing every swallow.
Jason patted my head. “Breakfast of champions.”
Living Room – Couch
Jason sat on the couch like a king. He made me kneel between his legs, head tilted back.
For the next twenty minutes, he casually pissed in my mouth in short bursts while watching TV — filling my mouth, making me swallow, then repeating. Alexis held the camera close, filming my lips wrapped around the head of his cock as I drank.
Every time I swallowed, Jason praised me: “Such a beautiful Russian girl drinking piss like it’s water.”
Backyard
We went outside to the private backyard. Jason made me lie on the grass on my back. He stood over me and gave me a long, powerful golden shower — starting on my tits, moving up to my open mouth, then back down my body. The sun made the piss glisten on my skin.
He filmed my face as I kept my mouth open like a urinal, swallowing whenever he aimed there.
Pool
This was the most intense part.
Jason took us to the pool. He made me float on my back in the shallow end, head tilted back. He stood in the water above me and pissed directly into my open mouth while Alexis filmed from above.
Then he pulled me to the edge of the pool, sat me on the steps, and fucked my throat while pissing at the same time. I choked and swallowed, tears running down my face, but I never pulled away.
Toilet
Jason took me to the bathroom and made me kneel inside the shower.
He pissed a long, heavy stream straight down my throat. Then he made Alexis hold my head while Jason face-fucked me and pissed at the same time. The mix of piss and precum ran down my chin onto my small perky breasts.
Final Scene – Bed (Evening)
By night time I was completely soaked in Jason’s piss, exhausted but incredibly turned on.
Jason laid me on my back on the bed. He straddled my chest, aimed his cock at my mouth, and gave me the longest piss of the day — a slow, steady stream that lasted almost a full minute. I swallowed desperately, looking straight into the camera the whole time.
When he finished, he pushed his cock into my mouth and fucked my throat while Alexis filmed my face up close.
Jason groaned loudly and came down my throat, mixing his cum with the taste of his piss.
He pulled out, looked down at my wrecked, piss-soaked body, and smiled with satisfaction.
“Look at you… my perfect 18-year-old Russian beauty. Drinking piss all day like a trained whore.”
I was shaking, covered head to toe, my belly full of him.
Jason leaned down and kissed my forehead gently.
“You did so well today, Angel. Tomorrow we’ll do something even nastier.”
He looked at the cameras and smiled.
“Best video yet.”
Chapter Thirty-One: Blackmail
I had been suspicious for weeks.
Mom thought she was so clever — sneaking around, deleting messages, acting normal when Dad was home. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew Jason was fucking her. I had seen the late nights, the way she smiled when his name popped up on her phone.
So I decided to use it.
I waited until Dad was away on another business trip. I put on my shortest school skirt, a tight white crop top with no bra, and went straight to Jason’s apartment. I let myself in with the spare key he’d given me months ago.
Jason was sitting on the couch in a black shirt and jeans, looking relaxed. When he saw me, he smiled.
“Hey, princess. Didn’t expect you today.”
I didn’t smile back. I stood in front of him, arms crossed, pushing my small tits out.
“I know everything, Jason,” I said coldly. “You’ve been fucking my mom. You’re her secret boyfriend.”
Jason’s expression didn’t change much. He just raised an eyebrow.
“And?”
I took a step closer.
“I want a new iPhone 16 Pro. The biggest one. Titanium. And I want it tomorrow.”
Jason laughed softly. “Cute. You think you can blackmail me?”
“Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. “Either you buy me the phone… or I tell my dad everything. How long you’ve been sneaking around with Mom. How you fuck her when he’s away. I have proof. Screenshots. Voice messages. Everything.”
Jason stared at me for a long moment. Then he stood up slowly, towering over my petite frame.
“You’re really trying this?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Blackmailing the man who’s been destroying your little asshole for months?”
I swallowed but held my ground. “Yes. So what’s it going to be?”
Jason stepped closer until I had to look up at him.
“Fine,” he said quietly. “I’ll buy you the phone. But first… you’re going to earn it.”
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bedroom.
For the next three hours, Jason punished me without mercy.
He threw me face-down on the bed, ripped my skirt and panties off, and shoved his thick cock straight into my ass with almost no lube. I screamed.
“You want to blackmail Daddy?” he growled, pounding me brutally. “You want to threaten me?”
He fucked me like he hated me — long, violent strokes that made my whole body jolt. He spanked my ass raw while destroying my hole.
Then he flipped me onto my back, folded me in half, and kept railing me.
“Say it again,” he demanded, choking me lightly. “Tell me you’re going to tell your dad.”
“I… I won’t…” I cried, tears running down my face.
“Too late, you little bitch.”
He fucked me in every position for three straight hours. No breaks. No mercy. He came inside my ass twice and kept going, using his own cum as lube. My asshole was swollen, gaping, bright red, and throbbing in pain.
By the end, I was a broken, sobbing mess.
Jason finally pulled out, breathing hard, and looked down at my destroyed body.
“Still want that iPhone, Angel?” he asked coldly.
I could barely speak. My voice was hoarse from screaming.
“No, Daddy…” I whimpered. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I don’t want the phone anymore. Please stop…”
Jason grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
“Good girl. This is what happens when you try to blackmail me. Next time you even think about it, I’ll tie you up and fuck your ass for six hours straight. Understand?”
I nodded weakly, tears streaming down my face. “Yes, Daddy…”
He kissed my forehead almost gently, then stood up.
“I’ll still buy you the phone,” he said. “But not because you blackmailed me. Because you’re my little slut. And because you just learned a very expensive lesson.”
I lay there shaking, cum pouring out of my ruined asshole, already regretting everything.
Blackmailing Jason was the worst mistake I had ever made.
End of Chapter Thirty-One.
