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Annette turned her head away from the still leaning Fred and stared sightlessly at the wall. Her body quivered, reminding her of its betrayal. Self disgust rose in her and almost choked her with the need to weep. She bit her lip as Fred began kissing her neck and started pressing and rubbing his right palm on her cunt as if to press out all the cum that her cunt had taken in. Some more cum slithered out of her and she thanked her stars for being on the pill. He tapped 2 fingers lightly on her clit and she jerked, turning her head to stare into his eyes. She noticed that Fred had one lazy eye. How had she not noticed that before? His pockmarked face stretched into a mocking grin.
She watched in disgust as he licked his lips and his gaze drop to her mouth. Not wanting him to kiss her, she turned her head, her attention caught by Albert who had removed his shirt and now looked strikingly like a grumpy Grimer from Pokémon. She felt a giggle coming on and bit her lip again making Fred think that she was trying to tamp down on her cries of lust. He pulled her up, startling her and ordered her to bend over.
Annette resentfully bent over and placed her hands on the arms of the chair. Fred hobbled behind her and pushed his dick between her legs. He see-sawed it between them, making sure to rub the head on her clit. Annette closed her eyes and swallowed a moan. She will not lose control again, she will not! She decided and hung her head. A small puddle of cum on the seat below made her jerk it up and stare straight ahead. His cock was making her clit tingle again and her nipples were tight once more.
Fred leaned over her and his bare sweaty belly lay on her back. When had he undressed? She wondered feeling nausea build thinking about his cold sweaty body on her. He slid her scrunchy from her hair and ran both his hands in them. He parted her hair and gripped them like handles on a bike. Annette cried out as he pulled her head back hard. Fred laughed. "I'm going to ride you bitch. Would you like that? Would you? Do you want this dirty old man to fuck you till you can't walk?"
He let go of her hair as suddenly as he had gripped it and grabbed her hands, pulling them back and holding them tightly in one hand. The bastard was strong for his age. With his other hand, he began pressing Annette down. She struggled against him but he drove his cock hard into her cunt and she lost the battle to gravity. Her shoulder and face buried into the seat, the puddle of cum rubbing in her right cheek. She cried out, this time in disgust.
Just how sick were these brothers? She thought in distress as Fred started fucking her slowly. "God! She is tight. Didn't your boyfriend stretch your twat enough, cunt? Did he have a teeny tiny weeny?" He laughed, thinking he was amazingly witty and funny. His hands bit into her wrist as his speed increased and his laughter turned into a grimace of concentration.
His balls swung with his trust, hitting her clit. A moan escaped her and she closed her eyes. No. No. It cannot be happening again! She thought, panicked and somehow wanting to stop her body from cumming for the perverted brothers again. He let go of her hands, his hands caressing her jiggling ass.
"Do you want to cum again, whore? Do you want to cum like the nasty cumslut you are?" Fred asked enjoying her distress. He wanted her to lose control and cum for him. He loved seeing her in distress, questioning herself, wondering how she could come for the disgusting old men. Her eyes spoke volume and he wondered if she knew that.
Cumslut? Annette wondered upset. Was she really? Determined to not cum this time, she moved her hand between their bodies. She caught his swinging balls and Fred felt his breath freeze as she pulled and tightly squeezed them. She shrieked as he dug his finger in her hips and jack hammered into her. He slapped her ass hard as he gritted out sounding demented. "Want my cum slut? You want my cum in your cunt? You want to caress my hairy balls? You want to squeeze it?"
Annette was almost on her toes, he was thrusting so hard into her. "OH FUCK you BITCH! You bitch! You are making me CUM so hard!" He screamed as his cock spit his seed again and again into her young pussy. He staggered back, almost falling as his weakened legs gave out from under him. Sitting on the coffee table he looked pleased at her cum filled hole in front of him.
He reached out and cupped her pussy. "I stuffed you up so good didn't I, slut?" He asked as Annette straightened up, still staring ahead. Some of the cum dribbled out of her and into his cupped hand. "Lick it clean," Fred demanded. "And then you can go." Annette warred with her disgust and with her desire to leave. She got down to her haunches and wrinkling her nose, licked the cum clean. Fred patted her head. "Such a good slut." She turned, not looking at him and asked blankly if she could go now.
Albert waved the girl away. "Yes, yes, you can. Our driver will drive you home, help you pack your bags and come back here." He noticed her startled look. "You will stay here till you pay back the debt remember?"
Annette's shoulders hunched. She had just licked the cum for nothing. Quickly she picked up the clothes and pulled them on, not wanting their lecherous gazes on her at least for now. She was ridiculously proud of herself for not cumming this time though her body didn't share that sentiment; her clit tingled with every step she took.
The driver was a lean old man in his 50's. He was maybe an inch or two taller than her with thick salt and pepper hair. He introduced himself as Tim. He had a bit of a paunch but it almost looked nothing when compared to the hanging beer bellies of the old Stone brothers. His eyes roamed her body lustfully as he drove to her place. Annette almost jumped out of the car as it came to a halt wanting to get away from his creepy eyes.
She headed towards her bedroom, turning on the laptop to do some research on the contract and debts. She wiped her cum crusted face with some wet wipes and dragged her suitcase out. She grabbed pants from the closet, throwing them in unceremoniously.
"What the hell are you doing?" The driver asked her from the door, holding a bottle of beer. Annette almost jumped a foot. Clutching her racing heart, she saw him stride forward towards her suitcase and clutch the pants in his hand looking at them in disgust.
Sure! Stride right in! Consider this your own house, Annette thought snidely but didn't say it out loud. She just frowned and tried to grab her pants from his hands. He drew his hands away and threw them on the floor. "Mr. Stone asked me to assist you in packing."
"I don't need your help, thanks. I can manage it." She spat at him.
He let his eyes rove over the pants. "I don't think so. Not slutty enough."
