"THOSE CREATURES" Kyla & Mia..... Extract

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2020

 

 

"You need to watch your back because no-one else will Kyla. There's always someone out there to fuck you over. You've gotta stay one step ahead of the curve all the time." Mia spoke to her daughter in that hard bitten way but with an educated tinge to her voice. It was the only way she knew. She had brought Kyla up singlehandedly and done a pretty good job of it. Kyla just laughed - she always laughed when her mum went off on one.

"I know mum I know - there's always someone out there ready to fuck us over. You've told me since I can remember." Kyla sounded more laid back, less hassled with life than her mother but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe that was a sign that mum had done a good job with her after all and that life didn't hold the fears for Kyla that they obviously held for her mother.

"You can laugh all you want Kyla but I know." And she tapped the side of her nose in that conspiratorial way and that just made Kyla laugh even more. The sun was up and it was going to be something of a glorious day in London.

 

Later

 

She had heard what he said he wanted to do and it had shocked her a little. But for her she was beyond the point of return. If this man fucking her in her mum's bedroom was something that excited him, then who was she to argue? "I'd LOVE you to fuck me in mum's room. It's the second on the left down the corridor. Give me a minute or two?" And she was smiling at this man. She could smell him all over her and she could taste his tongue in her mouth. Her smile to him was coy, almost innocent but not quite and it was a come on smile and one that he drank in. "Make yourself look pretty for daddy. Use mum's lipstick you hear?" And where Kyla smiled, he didn't. He was intense and he was in the moment. He wasn't asking Kyla to do what he said. He was telling her and this would have been resonating with her. He was taking the lead again and that would have been exciting her. She was a young girl, about to be a young woman and she was leaking between her legs at the thought that she was with this 'real man' who was telling her what to do. "Yeah, I'll use a deep red one that mum has. She looks hot with red lips, hopefully I will as well." And she was hanging onto the end of her own words, looking for a comeback from him before she sauntered off to her mum's room.

 

Some time later

 

And by the time he had fucked baby slut's mouth enough, she was gagging on that cock. Her jaws had never ached so much and her mouth had never produced so much thick drool. Certainly she had never tasted so much pre-cum. And it was pre-cum because this man did not unload inside her mouth. Instead he just slowly, but firmly fucked her mouth. He just used her mouth, and her throat for the pleasure that he could get. What was clear from what this man was doing was that he was just doing it for him. He was not pleasuring her - instead he was preparing her, getting her used to being used for the pleasure of others. What he was doing was brutally fucking her mouth but at the same time, casually fucking her mouth. He was just casually fucking one of her available holes. And that was it - that this man was simply and casually fucking one of her available holes. He was quite simply pleasuring himself on this young woman. And all Kyla could do was sit there and take it. In her mind that was all she wanted to do. She was getting yet another dose of reality. All of the reality thus far had been bigger than it had been in her mind and in her fantasies. And this was no different. It was just a creep-in, a slow creep-in of the harsher realities of what she was now going through and maybe a hint at what she was heading for.

Kyla coughed and gagged as finally the man took his cock out of her throat and mouth. And she sat and simply watched as her own drool mixed with his pre-cum, stretched between her lips and his cock head. He didn't rush. He wasn't in a rush to take this sight away from this girl. He wanted her to see it. He wanted her to see what he had done to her. It was like he wanted her to see what she had just taken part in. It was like he wanted her to see what she had done - he wanted this sight of his drooling cock with those strings of fluid stretched between it and her lips, to be ingrained in her mind. And what of her mind? What could she be thinking at this point in time? Did she realise by this time that this could have been not alright, what she was doing? Could she have been regretting anything this early? Maybe - maybe she was thinking that she was in something deeper than she wanted to be in. After all, all she had wanted was to get some sexual gratification for herself. But it was clear that what this man wanted was far deeper and far more brutal than that.