Author: Daddy Walker Title: Fuck Break Keywords: M+F Fsolo -------------------- Fuck Break At the bus stop there was an old man sitting on a bench a few feet away from Cathy. His hair was gray, and his stomach seemed to be just a bit on the fat side. A shiny white stubble covered his face, and his clothes looked torn and very far from new. She had noticed him looking at her when she came there. There was something fascinating about him. His features were rugged, but beneath the stubble and wrinkles she wondered if he couldn't have been considered handsome once. She had pulled her eyes away from him in embarrassment when he had noticed her staring. A bus that had been standing in front of them started to move, but Cathy was waiting for another one. She was a pretty girl, but the kind of pretty girl that was a little too shy to deliberately try to draw your attention to it. She was 25 years old, and about 5'6". Her hair was blond and long, falling down over her slender shoulders and the back of her denim jacket. She was wearing jeans, and she fit them perfectly, in a way that had evoked stolen glances after her ever since the morning. But Cathy rarely noticed people looking. She never really expected them to. After the bus had left, she could see the porn shop across the street. There was nothing special about the shop. This was the kind of street where you would find that kind of shop, and here it was. Her eyes were drawn to the tantalizing sign over the door, as usual. The street looked so normal. People were constantly passing by, occupied by some mundane, everyday business or another. But at the same time, behind those walls, Cathy knew that there were men sitting in booths with their hands wrapped around their swollen cocks. And they were jerking off thinking about pussy. Pussy like her pussy. She was always thinking things like that, although it embarrassed her to admit to herself. For a minute she wondered if the people that were passing by were thinking the same things. It just didn't seem possible. They all looked so normal. After looking at the street for some time, she came to the conclusion that no one but her was paying attention to the store at all. Except maybe one. Her eyes turned around, and she met the look of the old man. - "Do you like the store?", he said. His voice startled her. She didn't know what to reply. At first, following an impulse, she just tried to ignore him. - "I saw how you were looking at the store. You're curious about it, aren't you?" Cathy didn't answer. Her face felt hot and her mouth was dry. An instinct told her to get away from the creepy man, but that didn't make any sense. she was waiting for a bus... He kept going. - "I'm right, yeah? Do you just want to see how it looks inside? Or do you want a toy? They have a lot of toys for little girls, do you know that?" She tried to get a grip on everything. He was just a disgusting old man. He was probably a lonely drunk, shameless and repulsive, hornied up by being this close to her. Suddenly she realized that she seemed to be staring at his crotch. She blushed when she understood that he had noticed. He moved a little closer. There was a clear tension in the air now. Cathy felt uncomfortable, and was trembling a little. But there was something else as well... Her nipples were hard. She could feel them under the sweater and the jacket. They wanted to be touched. The old man just kept talking. - "I think I might go into the store. They have some fine girls in those films. It's the best a guy like me can hope for, do you know what I mean? Not fine like you I mean... But enough for me. And even a guy like me needs something, do you know?" He laughed shortly at himself. There was a moment of silence as he seemed to gather his courage, and then he looked back with a wily glint in his eyes. - "So, if you're really curious about the shop, why don't you follow me in there?" Cathy tried to find something to say, but it was difficult to think straight. This man was filthy and disgusting. There was nothing about this situation that could possibly be turning her on... Still, she felt her cunt moistening now. The lips where her legs met were starting to feel all smeared and dirty! She didn't know what to do, but she didn't want this to end yet. Her voice was cracking in indecisiveness as she finally answered him. - "You're insane..." It seemed to come out more as a question then a statement, but still, as she spoke the words, she filled up with regret. He just smiled a crooked, forgiving smile at her. - "You won't have to do anything, I promise. There will be people in there. The guy who runs it is there, and he don't want no trouble in his shop. You'll be safe! And I won't touch you either." He took a brief pause, and then continued. - "Look, you can turn back anytime you want, right? Or you can follow me into the booth, and watch a film with me for free... It's good to sit in one of those booths. I promise. No one will ever know about it." Cathy stayed quiet. He got up now. She wasn't ready yet... - "Are you coming?", he said. There was a sincere look of worry his face. He smiled nervously at her one more time. - "Come on... You'll be back out for the next bus..." ... He walked right in between the shelves of film. It seemed like he had done this a million times before. He started looking around immediately, trying to select one. There were several men in the store, and Cathy kept her eyes down in embarrassment. Her pulse was racing so hard that she was starting to feel dizzy. She felt their eyes on her. She had noticed two men together over by the far wall, and she was aware of them staring at her, running their eyes up and down her body. She had also become aware of the images of fucking that surrounded her in every direction. Everywhere her eyes turned they met with small photos of breasts, spread legs, and hard cocks. The old man inspected cover after cover, looking slowly at the pictures. Cocks sticking into cunts. Seductive faces dripping with sperm. Girls licking white, shiny cum strings from their lips. Cathy blushed, and felt the warm, dirty wetness spreading through her panties. The old man finally picked a film and walked to the counter, and she followed him, trying to stay calm. Her eyes turned accidentally to the two men on the other side of the store. One of them was big, the kind of man you would see in a gym. The way he looked at her filled her with a sense of weakness, and a warm, submissive longing. ... The booth was small and the light from the roof was strong. The old man had walked right in and sat down on the bench. It was covered in red fake leather and stuffed with thick padding, and it looked surprisingly comfortable. As the door closed behind Cathy's back she saw a TV screen buried behind a plastic window, inside the wall opposite to the bench. The old man started the film, and moved in on the bench. It seemed like he was making room for her, but Cathy stayed standing. None of them said a word. Cathy waited, licking her lips nervously, and feeling her face grow red and hot. Her stomach felt jittery. A few incoherent fuck clips were flashing by on the screen. The old man zipped his pants down, and reached carelessly inside for his cock. He smiled at Cathy as he pulled it out. It was just a flaccid, wrinkled piece of skin, but there was something about it that was making her hotter inside. Her breasts were begging for touch now. The old man started playing with himself with his fingertips, looking first at Cathy and then at the screen. She could see the cock growing bigger in his hand. A few short white hairs were standing out around the shaft, sticking out between the fingers that moved up and down the skin. She might have been repulsed by this in another situation, but right now it all just seemed to arouse her more. She reached up slowly with her left hand, in under the jacket, to caress her nipples through the t-shirt and the bra. The old man pulled his pants down now, and she saw that his legs were pale and wrinkled, covered with more white hairs. When his pants were down by his ankles, he just sat there for a while, fisting his semi-erect shaft. He was focused on the screen, watching a young blonde trying to swallow a cock shaft that she could barely get her hands around. The girls face looked small next to the giant organ. Cathy discovered that right now she liked the way it looked. The fingertips running across her nipples caused waves of pleasure to shoot down between her legs. She wanted more, and she decided to dare it. She unzipped her pants, and slowly worked her hand down inside them. The old man turned his eyes to her now, but he just sat there silent. Her fingers moved down inside her panties, closer and closer. When she reached the top of her slit there was already wetness everywhere. Thinking that she was about to do this in front of the old man made her blush again, from insecurity and embarrassment. But that couldn't stop her. She was so hot now. She started circling her finger, trying to stay silent, but letting out short, quiet gasps of pleasure. They kept going for a while, masturbating for each other without a word. Then the man moved over another inch, inviting her down to the bench again. She decided to accept this time, and there was an anticipating tingle through her stomach. She watched his stroking hand by her side as she moved towards him and sat down. There was a reflection of both of them in the plastic window in front of the TV screen. The man stayed quiet, and soon they were just sitting there, touching themselves right next to each other. It looked so filthy. For a short while she drifted away in her own pleasure. She thought of all the men in the booths around her. She thought of their hard cocks spurting in their hands. She imagined herself being there with all of them, closing her lips around the shafts before they erupted, feeling the warm, salty liquid filling her mouth. Then she imagined asking them to use her in any way they wanted to. Her finger kept sliding faster and faster through the wetness around her clit. She tried to picture what they would do to her. She was lost now, moaning quietly with closed eyes. When her focus finally returned, her eyes fell on the cock by her side. The man looked back at her, showing off the hard shaft as he stroked it. After a while he stopped, released his grip, and just looked at her. Cathy sat silently, feeling the tension in the air. Her hand just started to move through the air, almost on its own. Soon her fingers reached him, and he let out a quiet grunt of pleasure. Cathy's own breath was shallow in excitement. The shaft was warm, and it felt a lot smoother than it looked. She wrapped her fingers around it. When she squeezed, a drop of clear, thick fuck liquid pressed out of his piss hole, running down over her fingers. She started stroking slowly. The old man moaned and gasped from what seemed to be unexpected pleasure. After a few seconds his crotch even started bucking into thin air, like he was trying to fuck her hand. She was juicing to the point where her crotch was just a warm, wet mess now. On the screen, the girl was being brutally fucked down the throat. She looked so small compared to the man holding her, so powerless. But she was safe, you could see it in her eyes. She even looked happy as she allowed him to use her. Cathy wondered if she could ever feel such security in the hands of a man like that. Cathy was fearless right now. She felt willing to do anything. The head of the hard cock in her hand was overflooding with thick, white liquid, smearing her entire index finger. She wondered what it would taste like. Slowly, she started getting down to her knees in front of the old man. When he realized what she was about to do he started gasping harder, like if he had difficulties controlling himself. She moved in until the cock was right by her face, keeping her eyes on the shiny head in fascination. Apart from the thick lubrication leaking out it was clean, and it didn't even smell bad. She opened her lips, and then closed them around the hard flesh. It felt smooth and warm inside her mouth. The thick liquid tasted a little salty against her tongue. The old man let out a long, loud moan, like if her mouth was the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced. Half a minute later he seemed to be nearing his orgasm fast. Cathy heard him grunting harder at each swirl of her wet tongue, and she was burying his cock shaft deeper and deeper down her throat. It was going to end any second now, and she still hadn't gotten to do the dirtiest thing. It was now or never... She suddenly let go of his cock and stood up in front of him. He started letting out a protesting, frustrated sound, but when she pulled her jeans and panties down he turned silent. His eyes fell on her soft patch of blond cunt-hair, and he just sat there staring in disbelief. Once she was naked below the waist, she stepped in over his lap, and lowered herself down towards his erection. She reached down, grabbed the cock, and quickly guided it towards her cunt. When he pressed through her opening she let out an unstoppable, aching moan. There was no friction as the pole slid inside her. There was just a completely overpowering, filling sensation. Cathy leaned in towards the old mans ear and whispered: - "Fuck me, you dirty bastard!" The answer was just a low guttural noise, and then he grabbed her and started humping. His hands crept around to her naked ass. Cathy started to grind herself against him, up and down. She could feel the opening of her cunt squeezing the cock. She noticed his strong fingers pulling into her asscheeks as he fucked her harder and harder. She was doing it! She was really fucking the dirty old man! She looked down at her smooth thighs, wrapped around his wrinkled, white legs. Her own small patch of cunt-hair was grinding through his white bush, over and over. She wondered how long it had been since he had last had sex. Real sex like this, without paying for it? He seemed to be unable to control himself. He let go of his grip on her, reached up under her t-shirt and started fumbling almost in panic. - "Your breasts!", he managed in desperation. "Show me your breasts!" She gave him what he wanted, and pulled the shirt over her head, displaying the bra covering her pert, rounded breasts. The old man immediately buried his face and started kissing and licking the smooth skin. Cathy kept rocking up and down, trying to find her rhythm. She reached around to release the hook of her bra, and when she took it off, there came a deep, almost bellowing sound from the old mans throat. She felt the warm tongue diving in, licking and suckling wildly, without any control. Every time she pushed her cunt down she felt his body tense now. The old man moaned into her smooth tit-skin, pulling her asscheeks harder and harder with his hands. Suddenly he tensed up, and after a few sudden thrusts of his crotch, she could feel his sperm starting to shoot out. His cum- spurts felt hot and nice as they hit the walls deep up inside her. He seemed to have become oversensitive, and he was grabbing her, making her sit absolutely still. She just looked down at the spent man as she felt his heavy breathing against her breasts. Before long he was starting to shrink inside her, and she could actually feel the slipping of his cock. She sighed, and decided to get up. She looked down at the wet, softening shaft sliding out of her as she moved. When the head plopped out, it was immediately followed by a warm, thick river of sperm leaping out of her, drowning his cock and pubic hair. After a second, the old man quickly reached down and pulled his underwear and pants up. She watched him with some confusion. His crotch was all messy under the clothes. Was he leaving like that? The old man seemed even more confused. He just started studdering incoherently. - "Y-you can stay for a while if you want. I'll see to it that you have a few more minutes." His eyes avoided hers as he started moving around her, and she realized he was reaching for the door. Cathy fumbled around in a sudden panic to try to grab some of her clothes, but the only thing she could get a hold of before he reached the handle was her t-shirt. He opened the door, and she held up the shirt in front of herself, in a pointless attempt to cover up. There didn't seem to be anybody out there. Cathy stood frozen as the old man slipped out quickly. The door slowly closed behind him. And then, just as she was about to relax, a hand came through the small remaining gap by the frame. ... It was the big guy from out in the shop, and when he opened the door, his friend was standing out there right behind him. The big guy was blond with a very short haircut, and he wore a tight, white t-shirt that almost looked more like a second skin over his swelling muscles. Cathy backed away, feeling naked and exposed in her corner. Being so close to him made her realize how huge he really was. He was completely blocking her exit. She was scared now, and she jerked when he started speaking to her. - "Well, well... How much did the old guy pay you? Do you think you have anything left for us baby? I'm sure we can satisfy you better than he did, don't you think?" She pressed her back against the wall, still trying to shield herself with the t-shirt. She felt a trickle of sperm down the inside of her thighs. She knew there was nothing she could say right now, but her mouth opened anyway. - "Please. It's not what you think. He didn't give me anything. Please, I have to go use the bathroom." It was all true, but the men just laughed at her and closed the door. The big man kept talking. - "I think it's ok if you have yourself a little accident in here Honey, they have a very nice girl with towels to take care of wet floors... Just remember to thank the shopkeeper properly afterwards, do you know what I mean?" The guy behind him laughed. She noticed that the other, brown- haired guy had a kind of everyday and boring look. The big man stood silent in front of her as his eyes wandered up and down her body. He reached out and grabbed her arms, and then he pulled them to the side so her breast were exposed. One of his hands moved up again, and then two of his thick fingers closed around her nipple. There was a rush of pleasure all the way down to Cathy's leaking cunt. She whimpered. He grabbed her hand, and slowly moved it towards his crotch. Under the jeans she could feel a thick, hardening rod of flesh. After a few seconds of silence he put his hand on her shoulder and started gently pushing down. She understood what he wanted her to do. The young woman obediently started to kneel down in front of him. He opened up his zipper, and his hand brought out the long, smooth cock. He moaned as he pulled her gently towards the swelling organ. She opened her mouth and took him in. When the warm tip met her tongue, she closed her lips around the shaft. He just stood still. She started sucking him, first slowly, then harder and harder. She was licking along the fat shaft, filling her mouth with the rigid cock, and she heard him grunting in satisfaction from above. She could already taste the salty sperm flooding over from his walnut sized balls, leaking out through the opening in the cock- head. Whatever fear she had was going away. She wanted to be used. She needed him to use her body. He seemed to have read her mind, and his powerful arms pulled her back up on her feet. He made her bend over, facing the screen where the movie still played. He didn't waste any time. She heard him pull his pants down, and then saw his reflection in the screen as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. The muscles were playing all over his upper body. She saw him look down, grabbing his erection. She felt the tip of the thick organ sliding through her crotch as he moved towards the opening of her cunt. His voice was filled with restrained excitement as he leaned up and whispered to her. - "Come on now Baby, just stand there and take it..." Cathy pressed her palms against the wall and waited to be fucked. He pushed. She was so messy inside that there was almost no resistance. She bucked back against the hard shaft, feeling it filling and expanding her as it slid in to her bottom, and she let out a loud, welcoming scream. His big hands grabbed her hips, and he started to thrust in and out of her. After a few seconds his cock started hitting a perfect spot, over and over again. His big balls were slapping softly against her clit. If he kept going like this she would cum... One of his hands moved up her back, tracing her spine with a finger. It slid towards the side of her back, and then it reached in for one of her breasts. He touched her softly. His big, long fingers caressed her as they worked their way in towards her hard nipple. Cathy was loosing all self control. Her breath was condensing on the window in front of her. On the blurred screen there was a woman holding her asscheeks wide apart, allowing a man to slowly work his cock in and out of her relaxed asshole. The woman looked like she enjoyed it. She was a whore, and Cathy wanted to be just like her. As the man behind began pulling unrelentingly at Cathy's nipple, it was like if the pleasure was flowing from it all the way down to her cunt. It was building up slowly, and then it finally came, and she started shouting her climax out into the screen. At first she couldn't sense anything but the pulsating pleasure in her abdomen, intensified by his deep pushes. Then, from somewhere that seemed to be in a far away distance, she heard his voice through her own cries. - "Damn, this bitch is tight! I can feel her squeezing around me!" The other guy started laughing. He moved forward and reached in under her, grabbing her other nipple roughly. The man inside her started fucking her harder, slamming his crotch against her ass with every thrust. After a while her orgasm was over, but the pleasure didn't stop. Their fingers were playing all over her nipples. She felt the firm body from behind hitting her asscheeks, forcing them apart at each impact. She heard the guy talking to his friend again. - "Damn, she's really juicing. She's one wet bitch! Fuck... Uhh... She feels great..." With a groan, he pressed himself deeper in than she thought possible, and then she felt his warm cum starting to flood out all over her stretching insides. His cock was cramping hard for a few wonderful seconds, but then he relaxed, and when he was done with her he just pulled out. She felt a shock of emptiness in her crotch. The sperm trickled out, and she gasped with an agonized voice as her body closed itself, slowly and reluctantly. ... She watched the other guy smile and prepare to use her. - "Please..." she said, "I don't think I can take any more." It was a lie. A part of her even wanted to be fucked again. She wanted to fuck him while his friend watched. Her feet were apart, and her legs were slightly bent to allow her to lean forward. She still stood pushing her ass up in something that had to be a very inviting pose. A steady, warm trickle came seeping out of her cunt. She was a little sore from the two cocks that had already filled her, but it didn't matter. The guys just laughed at her and traded places. - "Don't worry Honey, we'll let you go once we're done with you. Now keep being a good girl, ok?" She was aware of the man behind getting his cock out. She heard the sound of his pants dropping. At the last moment, she turned her head towards him, and pleaded again with a sincere look on her face. - "Please, be careful!" The next second his cock met her swollen cunt flesh. It just gave away and let him inside. There was a moment filled with a painful aching sensation, and a quiet, tortured squeal of overload left her lips as her body slowly relented to the new invader. The two men laughed at her. The guy fucking her turned to his friend. - "Play with her nipples man. I want to feel this hot little bitch cum! Come on, play with her nipples!" When the other guy touched her nipples she relaxed, and then the pleasure was back. His fingers were wonderful. Her cunt felt so good. She turned her head to the side, looking up into his eyes while she was letting his friend fuck her. After that, everything turned into a blur for Cathy. The cock was pistoning in and out of her. She could remember the sexy guy fingering her breasts again. She could remember pressing her palms against the wall to meet the hard thrusts from behind. Her head dropped down at one point, and in a dream-like state of fuck euphoria she looked back at her own body. Thick strands of sperm and fuck juice were hanging down between her legs. There was even a puddle between her feet. Her cunt made wet noises. The cock was stretching her in a perfect rhythm. She vaguely noticed the messy tip of a thumb massaging her asshole in wonderful, soft circles, and then she felt the next orgasm starting to build. She screamed again, squeezing the cock inside. She was so dirty now! Such a dirty, sick fuck hole... The man behind just kept pushing while Cathy came around him. It wasn't until the pulsing pleasure of her cunt started to subside that he lost his control, and his hot jets of sperm shot out to join the loads of the other men. ... When everything was over there was a quiet moment in the room. Cathy stood frozen, afraid of moving. The cock slid out. For a moment she was paralyzed again by the aching feeling of emptiness. The two men apparently didn't care about her any more. They buttoned up their pants and seemed to be on their way. Cathy slowly stood up. A cramp through her abdomen caused her to freeze with her legs spread wide. She was exposed, naked, and dripping. The large, attractive man turned to her and started talking again. - "It was a pleasure Baby! Hope we'll see you here again. Now how much do you think we owe you?" At first she didn't realize what he was talking about, but then he got two 10 Euro bills out, and threw them into the puddle on the floor under her. They all stood silent for a moment, and the two men started laughing at what they seemed to consider a great joke. They picked up a jacket and left her. This time she managed to throw herself at the door and lock it behind them, and then a cramp through her crotch made her bend over in desperation. She was overwhelmed by a need to piss, hard, right now. She grabbed her clothes and started dressing. When she was about to leave, her eyes fell on the puddle on the floor. On an impulse, she bent down and picked the two sperm soaked bills up. She stuffed them in a pocket, opened the door, and looked out. The corridor was empty. The pressure inside was so bad that she almost couldn't think now. She just walked out into the store, and then headed straight for the door, never once looking up. Once outside, she didn't know where to go. She started walking down the street, and turned sharply at the next corner, away from the traffic. About 30 seconds down that street there was an entrance to an alley, and she turned again. There was a container in front of her. There were many windows here, but she didn't look up to see if there were people watching. When she sneaked in behind the container she was hidden from the view of the big street. This was it! She was going to do it right here! She was in the open street in broad daylight, and she felt a rush of forbidden excitement as she pulled her pants and panties down. She squatted down to the asphalt and just sat there for a few seconds. A last trickle of sperm came dripping out as she concentrated, and then a sharp hissing sound filled up the alley around her. She saw her piss flooding the asphalt. She knew there was probably someone watching her in the windows, but she just kept her eyes down on the river running out from between her legs. She was crouching with her arms crossed, and she noticed that from this position her right hand could reach in between her legs. Before long her fingers were moving towards her clit. She moaned. It was perfect. She bit her lip and started circling a finger. She felt so sick, and it felt better than she could have ever imagined. She was rapidly rushing towards a climax. Cathy needed more filth. Her left hand moved, and she began tracing her index finger down into the crack of her ass. She kept going until she reached her tense asshole. The pressure was wonderful. She relaxed, and worked the finger in. The rubbing on her clit intensified, and she started moving the fingertip inside her sphincter, pushing and pulling gently. A few seconds of quiet groaning later, she climaxed right there in the street. She gave herself a short pause for breath before she got up and pulled her pants up. It was time to hurry away from here. She already knew that she would masturbate again when she came home. She wanted something that would last a long time. She wanted more of the sickness. She wanted more men like the ones in the shop. They were the men that people had been warning her about. But all she wanted now was to be there to get them hard. All of them. Forever. She didn't want to care about anything but the next cock waiting to fill her. She had given herself up to the cunt today, and she didn't want to come back. The cunt would let them do anything, for as long as they wanted. The cunt just wanted a thick, cramping cock. And so did Cathy. dirtywalker@gmail.com