The Degrading of Patricia -- ch 6
Patricia lay in bed going over all the things they had done to her the previous day. They had finally let her get dressed and leave after each man took his turn fucking her however he wanted, then blowing his load all over her face. She wasn't allowed to wash her face off before leaving. She wiped their cum off her face as best she could in her car, then stopped at a fast-food joint on the way home to use their restroom to wash up as best she could. She slipped her hand under the covers and between her legs. Her clit was still swollen from the previous day. She gently rubbed it as image after image played out in her mind.
Her phone chirping snapped her out of her trance. "So, what lie did you come up with for today slut?" Was the message Larry had texted her. She could hear the sarcasm and tormenting in his voice as she read it. Without thinking she replied. "No lie necessary. John and son gone for day fishing." She had told so many lies the night before when she'd gotten home she knew she wouldn't be able to remember them all. She had made up a story about shopping at the mall, then meeting an old friend there she hadn't seen in years. She overcompensated by giving far too many false details. Her informed her then that the two of them had decided to leave early and go fishing for the day at one of their favorite spots. It was a couple hours away, and their trips always meant they wouldn't be back till later in the evening.
Patricia waited for a reply, but never got one. She finally got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table nursing her second cup of coffee when someone knocked on the front door. The knock startled her as she wasn't expecting anyone. She pulled her robe around her body tightly as she walked to the front door and opened it.
"Good morning slut!" Larry said chuckling as he stepped over the threshold and past Patricia, walking in as though he owned the place.
Patricia's eyes widened with fear as he stepped in. She quickly looked out her front door, up and down the street, to see if any of her neighbors were out and might have seen him walk in. "What are you doing here? You can't be here! Please! Go!" She pled as she closed the door quickly.
Larry just laughed. "You really are one stupid slut. You text me you're home alone all day. I thought what fun it would be to fuck you in your own marital bed."
"No! Please! Please allow me some shred of dignity!" Patricia begged, on the verge of tears.
Larry just laughed harder. "OH! But wait! It gets better! As I was driving over here I thought the only thing that would be better than fucking you in your marital bed would be fucking you in your son's bed!"
Patricia dropped to her knees sobbing, her face dropping into her hands. "Please no! Not this place! Not my home!"
Larry let her cry it out for a few minutes before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her to her feet. He stared her in the eye as he held onto her hair. "You are one fucked up bitch. You beg me to leave and not do this in your precious home. But before it's over you're going to be begging me to keep going and not stop. Aren't you?"
"Yes!" She screamed sobbing. "Why do you think I want you to go! I know I can't control my cravings once they take control! Don't do this to me! Please!"
Larry released her head and ripped her robe open and slid it off her body. Her huge tits flopped out. She wasn't wearing a nightgown. He just smiled. "Were you expecting me?" He asked as he caressed her tits with his hands. He pinched both her nipples, increasing the pressure till Patricia was gasping in pain. Then he dropped his hand between her legs. "Well look at that! That pussy of yours is already in need of some attention. You have got to be the wettest slut I've ever had." He curled a finger inside her. Her gasps morphed into a soft moan. "That's my slut!"
Larry's demeanor changed. Patricia could see his lust for her take control of him. He slapped her across the face hard enough to sting. He grabbed a fistful of hair again and guided her upstairs, almost dragging her as she resisted. "Please not my son's bed! Please!"
Larry didn't say a word as he pulled her up the stairs, laughing as they climbed. He paused when they got to the first bedroom. He looked inside and realized it was probably a guest bedroom. Across the hall, and a few steps down was another bedroom. A quick glance around the room told him this was her son's bedroom. He stepped in, dragging Patricia behind him, and walked over to the bed. He released her head and began taunting her as he undressed. "Looks like your boy likes big tits. All these posters with big tit sluts." He laughed. "Maybe I should get a few posters made of my new slut performing. I bet he'd love having you on his wall. He could jack off to you every night."
Patricia stood before him trembling as he stripped. HIs last piece of clothing was his pants, which he kicked aside, then sat down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed Patricia by her wrist and pulled her down to her knees between his spread legs. "You know what to do."
Patricia grabbed his shaft with a trembling hand and began to stroke it softly as she cupped his nuts with her other hand and gently massaged them. The tears streamed down her face as the smells of her son's bedroom overwhelmed her. She remembered all the nights she had tucked him in as a small boy, and even laid in bed with him some nights to read him a bedtime story. Larry's cock slowly came to life as she stroked it. Without being told, she lowered her head and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, kissing and sucking on it gently.
Larry leaned back on one hand as he watched her smiling. He stroked the back of her head. "What a slut! Damn! How'd I get so lucky as to find a slut like you." He knew she craved the humiliation. "Here you are sucking my cock in your son's bed. I wonder what he'd think of his mom if he saw her sucking her boss's cock?" He just laughed.
