He whispered into my ear, asking if I was enjoying him and telling me this is what he’d wanted to do the other night. He called me a dirty fucking whore and said he might well be homeless but he owned my pussy and arse tonight. He carried on fucking me hard, still taunting me, then put his hand under my chin and forced my head up.
“Are you enjoying it as much as the people watching on your laptop?” he grunted.
I didn’t answer at first, so he gave an extra big shove making me scream out loud.
“Are they watching? Who is it?” he asked again.
“Yes, they are watching, it being streamed live,” I answered in between moans as he forced himself into me still.
“Who are they?” he asked.
“Just normal everyday people, I don’t actually know them,” he responded.
“Like a chat room thingy?” he replied.
“Yes, they make suggestions, this was one of them,” I told him.
He didn’t answer, instead, his hands went on top of my shoulders on my shoulder blades and he pushed right into me as he pinned me to the floor again. A few minutes later, my arse now becoming numb, he stopped. He pulled me along the floor, putting me on all fours with the laptop between my legs.
“Someone wants to see your gaping arsehole,” he said, moving the laptop screen.
He crouched above me, and forced his cock into my arse once more, thrust into me a few times, then pulled out and pointed the laptop screen at my battered arsehole, showing my red and sore hole. He turned me around, knelt me in front of him, then pinched my nose and as I opened my mouth, he forced his cock in. It was a weird mixture of flavours, his pre-cum mixed with my pussy and anal juices, and a slight hint of the strawberry flavoured lube I’d used when inserting the butt plug.
His hands covered my ears as he fucked my mouth, making me gag with the smell of him combined with him fucking my mouth hard. He took his cock out and rubbed it across my face, making sure the laptop was facing up and getting a good view. He started to wank, and I knew this was him getting to the end part. I slid a hand between my legs, rubbing furiously at my clit, as his hand became a blur. Dirty slut that I am, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue.
Suddenly, and without warning, he came. Again, and again, and again. Rivers of his semen shot from him, across my face and hair, across my red and bruised breasts, across my stomach, and some across my shoulders. My face was almost covered, I had to wipe my eyes to be able to see. Not wanting to waste any, I slurped it off my fingers, then cleaned every last drop from his cock.
He walked back over to his blanket pile and put on his jogging trousers and two jumpers, then came back over to me. I’d stood up, but was checking the messages on screen. I went to pick up my sundress, and he snatched it up from the floor before I could get to it.
“I need to get dressed, please give it back to me?” I asked him.
He shook his head, telling me to either stay with him now, or I could collect it the next time I visited him.
“But that means I’d have to walk home naked,” I said.
“I know, it was one of the suggestions from your viewers,” he told me, a huge grin on his face.