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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

"You sure are cute when you try to resist what you are feeling." Jack told rhe girl as his hand toyed with the rubber in her ass, teasing the tight hole with one of the final beads. "Go on, let yourself moan. Don't you feel how soaked you are? Your pussy is practically begging for me."

It was then that the older man firmly pulled back on the string of beads. This next part would be up to her. Would Freya hold her ground, and allow the rubbery spheres to pop out from her body? Or would she push backwards with it and impale herself on Jack's heavy rod rather than face the toys.
 
Freya groaned into her hand as Jack started to pull back on the string. Even with the lube, her untouched asshole burned with the unfamiliar sensation of the beads trying to leave. She whimpered, shaking her head in denial of Jack's words, even though she could feel how wet she was. But it wasn't because she wanted any of this. She didn't, but her body was doing its damnedest to protect her even as her mind tried to fight against it, and slowly failing. She didn't even notice that her hips were following the beads, trying to ease the pain by not letting go of the toy, until she felt his cockhead slide into her soaked pussy.

She jerked, tried to pull away from him, but that only put pressure on the beads and the last one inside her popped some of the way out of her body before she pushed back instinctively, taking it back in and pushing his cock into her once more. Freya bit down hard on the flesh of her hand, trying to silence the pathetic moan that escaped her throat as tears flooded her eyes. She was overwhelmed with sensations, both unfamiliar and tragically familiar to her since meeting him, panting and unable to get air into her lungs. She even forgot that they were in a public space as she tried to fight her body's responses to Jack, forgot that anyone could possibly hear the lewd things they were doing, could interrupt them again.
 
Jack chuckled as his pet struggled with herself. Freya's attempts to deny the pleasure her body was providing her was adorable really. But he particularly loved how she was fighting with herself over what she'd give in to; the beads, or his cock. His eyes watched with an excited twinkle as she struggled, at first pulling against the beads. He could see one slowly getting pulled out, slowly spreading her rear open. Then, suddenly, just as it was about to reach the beads apex and pop out, she caved in.

A groan of delight emerged from his lips as the older man could feel the teens little cunny swallow him in deep. With her natural lubricants soaking their privates, his impressive member actually slid inside with ease, quickly stretching her lips in an obscene 'O'. The teen's own muffled sounds also echoed the cramped room, risking having the two of them getting caught. Not that he wouldn't mind. Either they get a new partner or they have so get on out of there.

"Stop denying it, you little slut. With how soaked you are down there, anyone would think you've been craving this." Jack whispered behind her, sliding his dick in up to his base with the greatest of ease.

Winding back ever so slowly, Jack then plunged himself back into Freya's body. A soft clap echoed through the room as his pelvis met her cushioned ass. His hand still on the beads held on firmly, and used it to pull her back and forth onto his thick rod repeatedly. Soon, the steady soft sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled their change room, and Jack soon joined Freya with her panting.
 
Freya shook her head again, finally letting go of the ass cheek she was gripping to instead brace herself against the wall when Jack started to fuck into her. Her body may have wanted this assault, may have loved it but she didn't. She couldn't. But then why was lewd moans escaping around her hand as Jack bottomed out into her? Then why, when Jack pulled on the beads in her ass, did her hips follow until she was meeting each of his rough thrusts?

She whimpered, gasping lewdly, when Jack's cock punched against her cervix again and again, tears streaming down her face. Her pussy and her asshole were both fluttering, spasming, around the intrusion of both objects. She could feel the beads shifting each time Jack thrust into her, rolling to follow his cock in and out of her. Her body, her mind, was going numb.

Her body was on fire, her tummy clenching in pleasure, her breasts tingling as her nipples tightened where they were pressed up against the wall. Her hand left her mouth, biting her lip to keep the sounds in when a particularly loud moan escaped her gaping, panting mouth. Her fingers slid between her thighs, tweaking and pinching at her clit roughly, chasing after her peak even faster. If she came, Jack tended to follow quickly after, then this delicious torture would be over sooner and she could go back to hating him.
 
A low chuckle soon filled the air as Jack saw Freya reach down to play with herself. He'd not expected that to happen so quickly, though she was getting very into it this time around. She was even starting to moan like the whore he was training her to be. Well, if she was going to act the part, then he was going to make this last.

Once more he plunged his cock deep within her, but this time he stayed there. Jack ground himself into her cervix, poking and shoving against it with his mushroomed tip. As he paused though, he held her ass with one hand, and shifted his grip on the beads with the other.

"How can you stand there, shaking your head in denial, as you toy with your own body? While a man is deep inside you too." Jack said in a smug tone as he wiggled and toyed with the rubbery string of beads. "

Grabbing the next bead that had not yet entered her body, he pulled. Slowly, the second largest bead spread her pucker open. Wider and wider it went, until finally it popped out. However, any relief that may have cause was short lived as he pushed it in again and had her ass take it once more. He didn't stop there though. Even after that bead had popped right back in, he continued to push, and the largest of the beads at two inches was slowly opening her up.

Soon, that one, then followed by the last bead were both in her ass. All that was sticking out was the small loop that was there to make it easier to pull out. Jack grabbed the loop again, and used it to pull her back and grind his lengthly member deep into her body.
 
Freya whimpered and squirmed as Jack held her pinned to the wall, pinned on his cock. She winced, her eyes closing, as he slowly pulled the last bead out of her body before quickly shoving it back into her spasming hole. She was panting, tiny mewls of discomfort escaping her, as he continued pushing the toy, forcing the last of it into her. She slummed against him, her body somehow both wrung out from being forced to take him, to take the toy, and yet still buzzing with energy and wired from the lack of orgasm. She realized that her fingers had stopped moving over her clit as he had been forcing her to take the rest of the beads.

She groaned and whimpered as he started to pull back on the ring, forcing her to follow in discomfort yet again, forcing her to fuck herself back onto his grinding cock. She gasped against the pressure he was placing on her inner most barrier. She didn't want him to push past it again. She didn't want him in her womb again. Tears and eyeliner stained her face as she continued to shake her head. She wanted to deny his words, to scream at the top of her lungs that she wasn't a whore, that she didn't want the pleasure that was racing through her body, that was curling her toes into the hard carpet beneath them. She wanted to scream and yell and hate him.

And yet, here she was, soaking wet and dripping down her thighs. His cock once again splitting her apart, filling her up, and a toy that she never wanted to use shoved as far up her guts as it will go. Being used as a handle to pull her back onto him, like a cocksleeve. She whimpered, trying to swallow a sob as she could feel her orgasm getting closer and closer. She didn't want it, but she was starting to think maybe he was right. Maybe she was a slut. After all, only a slut would enjoy the things he was forcing on her body.
 
Again, Kicked began to steadily Rick himself back and forth inside of her body. With the loop still in hand, he pulled and twisted at it, forcing her hard back onto his rigid cock. Soon his pace picked up, and the steady beat of their hips clapping filled the little change room.

"Fuck, you are so tight. If I was less experienced I'd have filled you up again by now." The older man panted, grabbing her hair with his free hand to pull back on and use for more leverage.

He was purposefully not going too quickly this time around. Jack wanted this to last, to hold out longer for his finale. That, and if he was too rough the sounds they were making would let everyone know what was happening.
 
Freya moaned, whimpering at his words, as he wrapped her hair in his fist. Using the grip on both her hair and the toy to pull her back against him again and again. She was panting, her body shaking as he continued to build her higher and higher with each thrust. But she couldn't get over the edge, trapped on the presupus and unable to fall.

"P-please," she begged, though she didn't even know what she was begging him for. Sweat shined on her bare back as she continued to follow the movements he forced onto her, rolling her hips against him as she was forced to learn to fuck him, forced to be far more active than she was when he raped her previously.

Her legs were straining from the position he held her in. Pressed against the wall where someone could be using the stall on the other side, footsteps muffled outside their door as the customers continued to shop at the store. All of it lost to the fog filling Freya's head as her fingers circled and pinched her clit, trying to force herself to cum so she could take him with her and this would finally end.
 
"Please what?" Jack growled lustfully behind Freya as he continued to fuck her gently. "What do you want, pet? What is it that you need?"

He yanked on her hair again, this time pulling and twisting it so the teen could look at her abuser over her shoulder. The older man wanted her to look into his eyes as she asked him. To see the source of her pleasure as he used her body for his own needs and desire.

"And you best remember to adress me properly, my little whore." He added with a grin, watching her with glee as her lips parted as she continued to whimper, pant, and even moan.
 
Freya winced, her back arching and her neck straining, as she was forced to look behind her. To meet Jack's eyes as he makes her beg. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he yanked on her hair. She could feel her cunt clench tightly around him as he called her his, as he called her a whore. Her face and neck red not only from the strain but also from the blush rising in embarrassment as her body reacted positively to him degrading her, demeaning her, claiming her. She was panting, sobbing, as she tried to force the words out. "P-please, S-sir, please. I n-need to cum. Please, l-let me cum?"

She couldn't swallow her pathetic little whimpers, hating herself for asking, for begging, for even needing the release. But even after their short time, he knew how to play her body, how to force her over that edge. She met his eyes, even though it hurt, strained her body to angle herself toward him even while he continued fucking her from behind. It was harder to stay quiet, just like the night before at the restaurant, even as she continued to attempt to hold it all in. She had the wherewithal to release her brace against the wall and cover her mouth again, to muffle herself as much as she could. She didn't want anyone to find them like this, for her to get into even more trouble as he forced her into being his little whore.
 
"Since you asked so nicely... I may as well oblige." Jack said to her with a grin, enjoying the power he wielded over the girl. Freya had gone so far now that she was now begging him for her finish, and it felt so satisfying.

So, the older man began to speed up his thrusting. Faster and faster he went now, the clapping of their bodies steadily growing louder as a result. His cockhead battered relentlessly at Freya's final barrier, as if it was desperate to enter her cervix.

At the same time, his hand was still manipulating the beads. Pulling and twisting them, he made the rigid string wiggle and strain at her rear. Not only was it to add some pleasure for her, but also to help her hole get used to having something foreign moving around in there. After all, she was going to be servicing people with that often enough.
 
Freya moaned and whimpered, the sound muffled into her hand as the sensations of Jack fucking her faster and harder compounded. Her body spasmed, her pussy gushing around him, as she started to cum. She cried out, her eyes rolling back, as his rough treatment of her puckered hole prolonged her orgasm. Both holes fluttered around him and the toy as he rung every drop from her body.

She whined as he finally forced into her cervix yet again, the little hole swallowing his cock while she was lost in her high. She sagged, exhausted, against the wall as he continued to use her body. She panted as the beads continued to shift and roll, not only with his thrusting cock but also his manipulation of the ring.
 
Jack groaned as he felt the teen's pussy flutter and squeeze at his cock, still ramming her body through the orgasm. He could feel himself getting close now, but wasn't quite there yet. More and more, he slammed into her body, slowly building up to his own finish. The minutes began to build up and up, until finally, he too came.

Slamming his engorged member in as deep as he could, Jack unleashed his cum directly into Freya's venerable womb. Pulsing and twitching, his dick painted her deepest parts white, trying it's best to give her a child with the sheer volume of semen. Once it became still, Jack stood behind her, still inside the girl's body panting heavily. Then, ever so slowly, he pulled out only to have his jizz begin to drip out of her used hole.

"I think that was rather successful." The older man said, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath. "Now, would you like me to pull your little toy out, or would you rather it stay in?"
 
Freya whined as Jack pulled out of her, her poor abused hole sore. Panting, she wiped at her eyes, trying to scrub the tears from her cheeks. She shivered as she felt his seed slowly drip out of her, the hot spend rapidly cooling uncomfortably on her skin as soon as it left her body. She wanted so badly to clean up but knew that she couldn't yet, not only because there was a toy still in her ass but also because there was nothing her to use to clean up with.

She sniffled, leaning against the wall now that he finally released her, and turned her head to look in his direction while carefully avoiding actually looking at him. "Please, sir, take it out." She begged quietly, simply too exhausted from being used so thoroughly to even feel the hatred that normally burned in her belly for him, and for herself.
 
One by one, Jack pulled the beads out from her rear. The first two were the most difficult, but after that it was mostly smooth sailing. When the whole string was finally out, the older man placed it back into the shopping bag and began to fix his pants up.

"Get dressed in your own clothes, and bring the others out with you." He instructed her as he finished zipping up. Then, turning to the door he added with one last glance back at her naked and used body: "We're buying the lot. You will wear these when you meet with me."

With that said, he cautiously peeked out if the change room doors before popping out once the coast was clear. She was getting better, Jack thought as he sat down. There was little to no resistance this time, and she was also giving into the role he had assigned her. Just thinking of how she played with herself and begged for him made him shiver pleasantly as he sat back down on the waiting bench. Hopefully she'd continue to fare well the rest of the day.
 
Freya whined, panting into the wall, as Jack slowly pulled the beads from her. She winced when the two largest popped from her, her body too tired to even try to tighten around them. She closed her eyes when she was finally free of the toy, of his cock, the wall in front of her holding her upright as her legs threatened to collapse from under her.

She could barely manage a weak nod as Jack ordered her around before he thankfully left the room. After taking a couple moments to gather her strength again, Freya was able to locate her purse, digging inside for the disposal tissues her mother had made her keep on hand. She cleaned her self up as best as she could, refusing to look in the mirror in the dressing room, with the flimsy face wipes before locating her original clothes. She was glad to find that he hadn't taken her underwear again, pulling a disposable pad to wear to collect the seed still slowly leaking from her pussy.

Once she was finally dressed and as clean as she is going to get without a shower, Freya gathered up the clothes Jack had wanted. She didn't even bother looking through it for sizes, not so secretly hoping that everything was wrong so that she wouldn't have to wear any of it.

She sniffled once more before taking several deep breaths, trying to get her emotions over control so no one would hopefully know that she had been crying, that what had happened in that little stall had never taken place. When she was ready, she carefully left the changing room, her body sore and her movements slowed. Her hair hid her face, her makeup-less eyes refusing to look at anyone as she waited for Jack so she could leave.
 
"Come on, let's go to the till." Jack said as Freya exited the room, noticing that she was looking rather shaken. Maybe this was a little much for her today.

Taking some of the clothes from her, the older man helped carry everything to the checkout. After placing everything on the counter and buying everything which was placed nicely folded into a few bags, he brought her out from the store where he pulled her aside. This way, their conversation would be at least a little private and she might not stress about it much.

"Hey darling, are you good?" Jack asked, placing a gentle hand upon her shoulder to give it a comforting squeeze. "You think you can hit up one more store yet, or should we head to that job of yours?"
 
Freya followed Jack, not really meeting the eye of any of the workers as his purchases were wrung up. She frowned a little when she saw that he was able to purchase all of the expensive clothes with no problem, even on top of buying the no doubt expensive toys from earlier in the day. She said a quiet thank you to the employees when they were finished and turned to leave with Jack. Freya was shocked when Jack pulled her aside and asked after her wellbeing. She glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to them still, trying her best not to expose her face, lest anyone figure out from the way she looked, from seeing her eyes, what had taken place within the clothing store.

When she was satisfied, she looked up at Jack, trying to keep the distrust off her face. He doesn't really care, she knows that, but gods is he good at faking it. And that makes it all the worse, because it was getting harder to hate him with every nice gesture, no matter how much she knows it's all lies. She almost believes his concern and that just makes her hate herself even more.

"Yes, sir." she answered quietly. When he mentioned her job, her hands shook and she quickly stuffed them in her pockets. She didn't want to face anyone after what he did, what she did, she just wanted to go home. But he wanted to do more shopping, to buy her more lies. And she never wanted to come back to this place ever again. So she nodded, "I can do one more store, sir."
 
"I'm glad to hear it." The older man replied with a gentle smile, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Come on, we ought to get going."

Once more, he led the teen through the mall, his arm about her waist this time. It wasn't forceful or roughly. Rather, he just used it to hold her close to him, and didn't even try anything dirty. It was just meant to be an affectionate gesture, one that was not uncommon for couples to make.

Of course this did gather a few stares. Their age gap was still fairly apparent and was no doubt strange for people to witness. No stranger though, than seeing the two of them waltz on into a lingerie store, which was to be their final stop of the day.
 
Freya blushed, looking away again, as she followed Jack. She shivered when he put his arm around her waist, careful not to bump him as she refused to return the gesture as he led her into the last store. Her heart was still racing and she hated that she was forced to lean on him somewhat, her legs were still wobbly from her orgasm. She continued to try to use her long curly hair to hide. Even she knew in the back of her mind that if someone who knew spotted her, they would likely recognize her even without see her face. But she wanted to minimize that chance as much as possible

She frowned slightly as the entered the store but didn't complain, she was tired and just wanted to go home. Tired of the emotional roller coaster that she was forced on whenever she was around this man. She took deep, slow breaths, trying to calm herself as much was possible as she wandered around, following after Jack as he picked out what he wanted her to wear. She tried to show a little more enthusiasm for this store, trying to avoid what happened in the other store where he would pick out revealing things that she would prefer to never wear. But it was difficult, not only because everything was designed to be revealing and enticing, designed for sex appeal, but because she didn't want to be there, didn't want to be around him and the confusing feelings that he was stirring within her.
 
Once more, Jack swept through and grabbed whatever lewd pieces of clothing he could find. That wasn't hard here, as just about everything was designed to be intimate. Half cup bras, cupless bras that looked more like a harness, lacey thongs, a couple of g-strings (one of which only had a thing length of rope designed to ride up her pussy), and even a crotchless lace g-string. On top of that, he tossed some garter stockings that caught his eye on their pile too.

Now, loaded with goodies, the older man led his pet to the change rooms before telling her "Go on inside and make sure they all fit. I'll be out here if you need me. I can even get you something that fits better if one of those is the wrong size."
 
Freya blushed again as she watched Jack gather everything he wanted before leading her back to the changing rooms. She was glad that he didn't order her to show him again and that he didn't try to follow her into the room, a quiet "yes, sir" leaving her lips as she passed him so he wouldn't punish her for being "rude" again.

She tried on all the fancy underwear frowning and squirming at how revealing and uncomfortable it all was. Unfortunately, only a handful of pieces were the wrong size, either too small or too big, or were just too confusing as to how they were worn, all strings and straps that wasn't clear and just too much of a hassle. She quietly piled this into the corner, hoping she could get away with not needing to find ones that fit her.

As she moved and tried on the underwear, she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine as she found that his seed was still slowly leaking from her. Sniffling quietly, trying not to cry at her treatment, Freya dug through her bag to find more tissues to clean up again. Not finding anymore, she sighed quietly and, with no other options, used her own underwear to clean up. She shuddered in disgust and got dressed once more, flipping the cum soaked fabric so it wasn't sitting against her skin. She wiped her eyes as best as she could, attempting to hide her tears that she wouldn't let fall, and took a deep breath. She gathered all the items that fit her and went out to find Jack once more.

"I would like to go home now, please, sir." She said quietly, careful not to be overheard by anyone else in the store, when she approached him.
 
"This isn't all of the clothes I gave you." Jack said as Freya emerged with the select ones that fit, his voice stern and annoyed. "Why did you leave the others behind?"

He waited patiently for her answer, tapping his foot slowly as he did so. The older man had all day to wait, so if she refused to reply he could at least wait her out. A couple of thongs missing he could deal with, but the few specifically different items he wanted for her would not do to be missed.

"I'll drive you home as soon as we get the clothes that we came here for." He told her firmly, not budging from his position.
 
Freya winced slightly at his tone, ducking her head so that he wouldn't see the expression as his foot tapped against the carpet with impatience. She had really hoping that he wouldn't notice that some of the pieces were missing, that he would just go to the counter to pay like the other stores. But she didn't want to spend all day in the store when she just felt dirty and wanted nothing more than to go home. To shower and try to clean him off of her, again. And she definitely didn't want another one of his 'punishments' even if it did make it a little easier to hate him, made it easier to keep her emotions straight and her mind clear. At least until he made her orgasm again from his punishment.

She couldn't look directly at him as she quietly admitted, "The others weren't the right size, sir. And some of them I couldn't really figure out how to put them on."
 
His expression softened. She wasn't being difficult, as those were legitimate reasons to not take them along. Jack's foot stopped tapping and he reached out his hand to take hers, and gently run a calloused thumb over her silky skin.

"While I am disappointed that you didn't tell me that is okay. We can always find them in your size." He said to Freya, his voice easing up to not sound so stern or upset now as he tugged her back to the changing room. "Show me what was confusing you and I'll help you understanding it."
 
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