Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Fuck Break
Keywords: M+F Fsolo

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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.

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