"What the hell," Adriana said to herself as she checked her facebook messages in the morning.
"Oh my..." Her mouth gaped open as she clicked through the images. A huge cock laid on a picture of her. Then there were several pictures of a hairy hand stroking the cock, and then there was cum, covering her face.
"Hope you enjoy it. Here's a video." said the message.
Adriana looked behind her before clicking the video. She turned down the volume of her computer as it started loading.
She watched intently as the man stroked his cock over her picture. It was so big! She licked her lips.
"Yeah you little slut, suck it, suck on this big cock," moaned the man holding the camera. He brought his cock down to the picture and smeared his precum on the face of Adriana's picture. She could see the mushy head of his cock pressing against her face.
Adriana squeezed her legs tightly, squishing her pussy in between.
"Jesus..." she said to herself as she admired the man's cock. Her little hand found its way between her panties, and was rubbing her little clit furiously.
"Yeah baby, you love this big cock inside your little ass, mmm, feels so good in your tight little bum," moaned the man as he picked up his pace.
Then splash, splash, sploosh. His cum was all over her picture.
"Hope you enjoyed that baby," said the man, gasping for breath.
Adriana bucked her hips in her chair as she came too.
She didn't know that her dad was watching her via webcam in the very next room.
"Fucking slut," muttered Matthew as he wiped his cum off of his legs.
He pulled up his pants and went out of his room. He peeked at Adriana's door as he walked by to catch a glimpse. It was shut all the way.
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Matthew prepared breakfast for his daughter, and then called her into the kitchen. He watched as his lovely cheerleader daughter skipped into the kitchen and bounced onto the chair.
"What happened last night?" said Matthew, taking a bite of his food.
"You got too drunk and went to bed, so Jerry left," said Adriana, smiling at her daddy.
"Oh shit," said Matthew, "Oops, I didn't mean to cuss."
"It's alright daddy, I'm eighteen, sheesh," giggled Adriana.
"I can't eat anymore, I'm so hung over," said Mark as he groaned.
"Did you want me to make you some coffee?"
"Yes please," nodded Mark, his eyes shut. Once he heard Adriana get up, he turned his head around to see. He loved how tight her shorts were. And sometimes, it would ride up just a little bit, giving him a peek of her butt.
"I even cleaned up after you two," said Adriana as she prepared the coffee, "I think I deserve some extra allowance for that."
"Fine, here," muttered Matthew as he threw out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet.
"Best daddy ever," said Adriana as she kissed his cheek, placing the coffee next to his plate.
Matthew groggily finished his breakfast, and left the house.
Adriana's heart began to sink once she was alone. She had done so much yesterday... She had given a blowjob to her mailman, and to Bob. Bob had taken her by force and fucked her pussy too. And Cowen, Lance, those two assholes... Her best friend Carmen, who tagged along with her to the adult bookstore, and helped her gather a whole jar of cum.
And then when she got home, Jerry was there waiting for her. Oh crap, Jerry drugged my dad! I guess everything's okay, since dad is awake... Then he made me drink the whole jar, and made me give him a blowjob... Sheesh, what a long day it was.
She then heard the door knock.
"Hello?" said Adriana as she opened the door. It was the mailman from yesterday.
"Uhh, hey," he said awkwardly.
He probably wanted another blowjob.
"Yesterday was just a one time thing... Sorry," apologized Adriana as the man got frowned.
"It was wonderful, thank you." he said, nodding.
"I'm glad it was," smiled Adriana, and gave the mailman a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll forever treasure the memory," he said again.
"Uhmmm, okay," said Adriana awkwardly. She wanted him to leave!
"C-could I just touch your butt once?" said the mailman, still frowning. Adriana couldn't say no. She was the one who started everything!
"Fine, but this is the end, and it'll be the last time you come to the door to see me, okay?" She said, as she stepped backward. The mailman followed her inside.
Whether she liked it or not, Bob was working in his garage again. Adriana was on his mind since yesterday, and it intrigued him when he saw the mailman at her door. He grinned when he saw the mailman walk in.
"Go ahead," said Adriana, legs tightly together.
"Mmm," grinned the mailman as he sat down on his heels. His hands held Adriana by her hips, and made her turn around. She didn't fight.
"So lovely," said the man as he pressed his face against her ass. Adriana could feel the man's hot breath on her butt.
"May I?" asked the man as he tugged down her shorts. Adriana did not reply.
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned louder, caressing his face into her butt cheeks. Adriana said nothing as he pulled down her panties.
"So delicious," he said as he planted his face between her butt cheeks.
"Tickly," said Adriana as she felt his face push deeper. She placed her hand on his head, trying to stop him from coming in so close. It only made him come on harder.
The mailman's hands gripped hard at Adriana's hips, making her bend over. His hands slowly brought her down onto her knees. Soon enough, Adriana was on fours as the man had his face between her butt cheeks. She squirmed as he probed her little ass with his tongue. Adriana tried hard to keep her composure, but her legs kept wobbling as the man's tongue went further into her little hole. She planted her face into her arms as she supported herself up, biting her lips.
"Isn't this enough?" asked Adriana shyly. The man said nothing.
"Sir?" she asked again.
"Hmm?" said the mailman as he got up. Adriana felt his hand crawl up between her thighs, and his thumb smudged at her little asshole.
"This is enough... right?" She asked, trying to get up. The man placed his palm behind Adriana's back, holding her down in place.
"Just a little more," he muttered as he fingered Adriana's puckered little ass. Adriana groaned as she felt him enter.
"You need to stop," cried Adriana as she squirmed to get free. The mailman pressed down harder at her back, making her lay flat against the floor, with just her ass up.
*Zzzzzip*
"No, STOP," shouted Adriana, but it was no use. The mailman pulled his finger out of her ass. She then felt his cock at the opening of her butthole. The mailman's cock glided up and down, feeling the little wrinkles of her butthole and smearing them with his precum.
"Please, stop, you're raping me, stop," cried Adriana underneath.
The mailman steadily pushed his cock into Adriana, deeper and deeper. She bit her lips hard as his hard cock stretched her little asshole.
"You need to stop, please," sobbed Adriana, but words did not register to the mailman. She cried out loud as the mailman picked up his pace and pounded the little eighteen year old girl.
His hands gripped Adriana's hips hard, hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled her hips back and forth as he slammed himself into her. He enjoyed her fighting back, and gained confidence from utterly overpowering this little girl and taking her little ass.
"Fuck, fuck, " he muttered as he sped up. Adriana stopped fighting when she felt the man shoot warm cum into the depth of her asshole. He loosened his grip on her, but slowly fucked her ass more, unloading the last bits of his cum inside her.
"Fuck, that was good," he said as he got up. His legs wobbled. He looked down at Adriana. Poor girl, he thought. He deserved to fuck her though, especially after the cocksucking she gave him yesterday.
"You, you raped me," said Adriana, barely clinging onto her elbows and turning around.
The mailman silently tucked his cock back into his pants.
"You can't come back here, ever again!" begged Adriana.
The mailman gave her a smirk, and then left through the door.
Bob looked at his watch. Twelve minutes. What the hell could they have been doing for twelve minutes? The mailman is supposed to be on the clock. She must be fucking him, he thought. Bob walked toward Adriana's house. The mailman gave him a nod as he got into the mail car.
Bob knocked on the door, no reply.
He turned the doorknob, it was open.
