Chapter 1: Introduction
frankie was walking to college she always saw strangers when walking to college, she always noticed the way the looked at her , she always enjoyed their stares, she was confident in her sex appeal, she was 19 and loved to show off her body and loved the thrill of meeting new people.
as she was walking she saw an older man sitting on a park bench, she didn't pay much attention to him until he called out to her.
"excuse me, miss" he said.
frankie turned around and saw the older man, he was wearing a suit and tie, he looked like he was in his late 60s. she smiled at him and walked over.
"can i help you?" she asked.
he returned her smile, his eyes taking in her long brown hair, her confident stance, her full lips. "i'm arthur. i couldn't help but notice you walk by. you're a striking young lady."
frankie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "why, thank you, arthur. i'm frankie. and i like to think i have a certain... je ne sais quoi."
arthur chuckled, a low, warm sound. "indeed, you do. i'm guessing you're off to college?"
frankie nodded.
"yep, off to learn more about things i already know." she flashed him a wicked grin. "but enough about me, what's your story, arthur?"
arthur leaned back, his eyes never leaving frankie's. "well, frankie, i'm a widower. been alone for a while now. but i'm not here to bore you with my life story." he paused, his gaze intensifying. "i'm here because i saw you walk by, and i couldn't help but think, how good those tits would taste in my mouth."
Frankie's breath hitched, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through her. She had been expecting flirting, maybe a compliment, but this... this was raw and filthy, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
I could have 50 men here in second to use you
for their pleasure.
frankie said I don’t believe you.
Arthur smiled and said stand there. He took his phone and took a picture of frankie she was wearing black leggings that huge her ass and a white crop to with a pink bra that showed her boobes very well , and sent it to his friend.
He said wait a fee mins and ill show you what they say. But frankie was in a rish and ran to college
and forgot about him. Arthur was planning something big but first needed to see his friends respond to the pictures he took of frankie in the group chat .
His phone pinged with responses almost instantly, each one dirtier than the last.
*Fuck, man! Where'd you find this one?*
*I'd tap that in a heartbeat.*
*Look at those tits. I bet they bounce like fucking primes.*
*You're a lucky fuck, Arthur.*
*I'd love to see her suck a dick.*
Arthur's cock twitched in his pants, the responses only fueling his desire. He looked at the pic again, zooming in on Frankie's breasts, imagining his mouth on them, his tongue licking and sucking.
he explained how he met her and that she was a college girl, he said “why dont we all wait here tomorrow and see if she comes back. The group asked him what he planned to do with her, he said i dont know but i do know she wants cock.
They all agreed to meet the next day.
Frankie was walking to college the next morning , her mind on the upcoming exams. She didn't notice the group of men until she was right in front of them. Arthur was there, along with four other men, all older than her, all leering at her.
"Well, well, well," Arthur said, a smirk on his face. "Look who we have here."
Frankie's heart pounded, but she didn't show her fear. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and met their gazes. "What do you want, Arthur?"
He glanced at his friends, a wicked glint in his eye.
"We were just discussing how much we'd like to get to know you better, Frankie."
One of the men, a balding guy with a thick beard, stepped forward. "Yeah, sweetheart. We'd love to see what you're working with under those clothes."
frnakie was horrified and said what the fuck are you all talking about.
arthur stood up and said you want to know what we're talking about i am going to show you
Arthur grabbed Frankie by the arm and pulled her towards the secluded picnic blanket they had laid out. The other men followed, their eyes locked onto Frankie, their smiles predatory. Frankie struggled, panicked, but Arthur was strong, and his grip was like a vice.
"Let go of me, you fucking pervert!" Frankie kicked and thrashed, but Arthur didn't let up. He threw her onto the blanket, and she landed with a thud.
The men surrounded her, their eyes hungry and lewd. Frankie tried to scramble away, but Arthur grabbed her ankles and held her in place.
"Fuck, she's a feisty one," one of the men said, licking his lips.
Arthur chuckled. "That's what makes it more fun, doesn't it, boys?"
Frankie looked up at Arthur, her eyes wild with fear and anger. "You fucking sick bastards! Let me go!"
Arthur didn't respond. Instead, he signaled to one of the men, a tall, lanky guy with a thin mustache.
"Hold her legs, will you, Henry?"
Henry grinned, kneeling down by Frankie's feet. He grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Frankie screamed, thrashing her legs, but Henry held her firm.
Arthur knelt between Frankie's legs, his face inches from her pussy. He could see the outline of her cotton panties, already damp with her fear and arousal. He inhaled deeply, smelling her sweet scent.
"You smell like a fucking peach, Frankie," he said, his voice low and gruff.
"I bet you taste even sweeter."
Frankie tried to close her legs, but Henry held them wide open. "Fuck you," she spat, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Arthur chuckled, then leaned in and pressed his lips against her panties. Frankie whimpered, the sensation sending a jolt through her body. He sucked on her clit through the fabric, making her back arch.
"Oh, god," she moaned, surprising even herself. Arthur pulled back, looking up at her with a smirk.
"See, Frankie? You're enjoying this.
Stop pretending you're not." Arthur's voice was a low growl as he dipped his head again, this time biting the fabric of her panties. Frankie gasped, a burst of pleasure shooting through her. She couldn't deny it; her body was betraying her.
Henry watched, a bulge clearly visible in his pants. "Fuck, she's getting wet," he said, his breath coming out in short pants. "Let's see those tits."
Arthur looked up, his eyes glinting with a dark hunger.
"Let's see those tits, boys. I want to see why you all were so eager to get a piece of this."
The men exchanged eager glances, their hands already reaching for their belts. Frankie's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of terror and unwanted excitement coursing through her veins. She tried to squirm away, but Henry held her legs firmly, and Arthur's weight pinned her down.
"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Don't do this."
Arthur just grinned, his hands already moving to her shirt. "Don't worry, sweetheart.
We're just going to have a little fun," Arthur said, his voice oozing with falsified comfort as he began to unbutton Frankie's shirt. Frankie tried to buck her hips, to struggle, but Arthur's weight and Henry's grip on her legs were unyielding.
Arthur's hands were rough, his fingers calloused from years of work. He pushed Frankie's shirt aside, exposing her bra-clad breasts. The other men watched, their breaths coming in quick pants, their cocks already hard and ready.
"Fuck, look at those tits," one of them said, his voice thick with lust.
Frankie tried to cover herself, but Arthur grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head with one hand, while the other went to her bra. He unhooked it with practiced ease, and her breasts spilled out, heavy and full.
"Perfect," Arthur murmured, his eyes feasting on her. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, sucking hard. Frankie cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. Arthur bit down, and she arched her back, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Henry, still holding her legs wide, let out a low groan.
"Fuck, I can't wait any longer."
Without warning, he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down, exposing her glistening pussy. Frankie tried to close her legs, but Henry held them open, his eyes locked onto her most intimate place.
"Look at that," he said, his voice ragged. "She's so fuckin' wet."
Arthur looked up from Frankie's breasts, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"You're right, Henry. We can't keep her waiting." He sat back on his heels, his eyes scanning Frankie's body, now laid bare before him. "Boys, I think it's time we give this little slut what she really wants."
Frankie's eyes widened with a mix of fear and shock, but her body betrayed her, her nipples hard and her pussy throbbing in response to their words and actions. Arthur motioned to the other men, and they eagerly stepped forward, their cocks already out and ready.
"Who's first?" Arthur asked, a dark glint in his eye.
"Who wants to be the first to taste that sweet little cunt?"
One of the men, a burly guy with a beard, stepped forward. "I'll take that," he growled, his cock already leaking pre-cum. He knelt between Frankie's legs, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy.
Frankie's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She tried to close her legs again, but Henry held them firmly open, exposing her completely.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
"Please don't do this."
The burly man, who had introduced himself as Tom, just grinned, his eyes filled with lust. "Aw, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll enjoy it. I promise."
With that, he leaned in, his face inches from her pussy. Frankie could feel his hot breath on her most intimate place, and she shuddered, a mix of fear and unwanted excitement coursing through her veins.
"Fuck, she smells amazing," Tom said, his voice thick with desire.
He ran a finger along her slit, making Frankie gasp as waves of pleasure and terror collided within her. He circled her clit with the pad of his finger, making her hips buck involuntarily. "She's so fucking wet," he said, a low growl in his voice.
Arthur, still holding Frankie's wrists above her head, leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You see, sweetheart? Your body knows what it wants. It's screaming for cock, isn't it?"
Frankie shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "No... Please...
Stop." Frankie whispered, her voice barely audible, yet it held a plea that was impossible to ignore. Arthur chuckled, his grip on her wrists tightening slightly, just enough to make her wince.
"Now, now, sweetheart," he murmured against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Don't you want to feel what it's like to have a real man inside you? To feel that thick cock stretching you out, filling you up?"
Frankie's eyes darted to Tom, who was still kneeling between her legs, his finger now replaced with his tongue.
He licked her slowly, from her entrance to her clit, making her body jerk with each stroke. She felt a surge of shame mixed with an unwanted pleasure that shook her to her core.
"Fuck, she tastes so sweet," Tom groaned, his tongue delving deeper into her folds, spreading her wetness.
Arthur watched, his cock straining against his pants as Frankie's body writhed under Tom's ministrations. He could see the struggle within her—the fear, the shame, and the arousal. He loved it.
"That's enough, Tom," Arthur said, his voice commanding.
"I want to feel that sweet little pussy on my cock."
Tom reluctantly pulled back, his face glistening with Frankie's juices. He smiled up at her, his teeth stained with her arousal. "You taste fucking amazing, sweetheart," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
Frankie lay there, her body trembling, her heart pounding. She could feel the weight of the men's gazes on her, their hunger palpable. Arthur released her wrists but quickly grabbed her hips, flipping her over so she was on her hands and knees.
Frankie gasped, her body automatically trying to scramble away, but Arthur held her firm. He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.
"Stay still, you little tease," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over his cock, making it slick and ready.
Frankie's heart was pounding in her chest, her body a mix of fear and arousal that she couldn't deny. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs, and she hated herself for it.
Arthur positioned himself behind her, his cockhead pressing against her entrance.
He rubbed it against her, coating it in her wetness. Frankie tried to push back, to escape his touch, but Arthur just chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
"Oh, no, you don't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."
He pushed forward, slow and steady, his cockhead stretching her open. Frankie gasped, her body tensing as he penetrated her. She could feel every inch of him as he slid inside, filling her completely.
Her inner walls clenched around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. It burned, but there was also a strange, unwanted pleasure that made her squirm.
"Fuck, you're tight," Arthur grunted, his hands gripping her hips harder. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like feeling a real man inside you?"
Frankie bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes. She didn't want to admit it, but her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control.
She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her inner walls gripping him tighter with each thrust. The friction was intense, and despite the pain and the fear, there was a dark pleasure building deep inside her.
Arthur leaned forward, his body covering hers as he picked up the pace. His cock slammed into her, each thrust making her tits bounce and her body jolt forward. He reached around and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard, his fingers pinching her nipple.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his breath hot on her neck. "Your tits are perfect.
Just fucking perfect," Arthur growled, his hand squeezing and kneading her flesh. Frankie couldn't help but let out a moan, her body betraying her as the pleasure built. She tried to push back against him, to fight, but Arthur's grip was too strong.
Her hips moved in sync with his thrusts, her pussy clenching around his cock in a way that drove him wild. "You fucking love it, don't you?" he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "You love feeling a real man inside you."
Frankie bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, but it was no use.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a string of breathy gasps and moans. Arthur's cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Arthur groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Let me hear you. Let me know how much you like my cock inside you."
Frankie's body was on fire, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in ragged pants. She could feel her orgasm building, threatening to consume her. She tried to fight it, to deny the pleasure, but it was too much.
The sensation of Arthur's cock filling her, the sound of his harsh breaths in her ear, the feel of his rough hands on her body—it was all too much. She could feel her orgasm building, like a storm about to break.
Arthur seemed to sense it too. He grunted, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. "Fuck, yeah, Frankie. Come for me. Come on my fucking cock."
Frankie's body tensed, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. She tried to hold it back, to deny the pleasure, but it was no use.
Her body was a traitor, and it wanted this. It wanted him.
Arthur's thrusts became more frantic, more desperate. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. He was close, too. She could feel it in the way he moved, the way he grunted with each thrust.
"That's it, you fucking little slut," he growled, his voice coarse and raw. "Take my cock. Take it all."
Frankie couldn't hold back anymore.
The pleasure was too intense, too consuming. She let out a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Arthur grunted, his thrusts becoming even more frantic as he chased his own release.
"Fuck, yes, Frankie!" he roared, his cock pounding into her with a force that made her vision swim. "Come on my fucking cock, you dirty little slut!"
Frankie's body shook with each wave of pleasure, her pussy clamping down on Arthur's cock like a vice.
She could feel the heat of his cum filling her, coating her insides, marking her as his. Arthur groaned, his body tensing as he emptied himself into her.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his voice hoarse from exertion. "Take it all, you little slut. Take every fucking drop."
Frankie moaned, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She felt dirty, used, and utterly fucked—and despite herself, she liked it. She could feel Arthur's cum dripping out of her, coating her thighs, and the sight turned her on even more.
Arthur pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and used. He slapped her ass again, leaving another red mark on her skin. "Don't move," he commanded.
Frankie stayed on her hands and knees, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She heard a rustling behind her, and soon felt a pair of rough hands on her hips. She looked back and saw one of the other men, the one with the beard.
"I want a taste," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He pushed her legs further apart, and Frankie couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she felt his tongue on her pussy.
He lapped at her, tasting Arthur's cum mixed with her own juices. "Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, his tongue circling her clit. Frankie squirmed, her body still sensitive from her orgasm.
"Please... stop," she whimpered, but her words held no conviction. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy already growing wet again.
The man with the beard chuckled, his breath hot on her skin. "You don't mean that, do you, sweetheart?" he said, his voice laced with a dark promise. He stood up, his cock already hard and ready.
"I want to fuck you as well," he said, his voice a low growl. He moved around her, positioning himself behind her. "I want to feel that tight little pussy as it slides onto my cock."
He grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards, making her kneel on the picnic blanket with her ass in the air. Frankie gasped as she felt his cockhead press against her entrance.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice still breathy from her previous orgasm. "Please, don't."
But her words held no conviction. Her body was already responding to his touch, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
The man, Tom, pressed forward, his cockhead pushing into her, stretching her open once more. Frankie let out a gasp, her body tensing as he filled her completely.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Tom groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he found his rhythm. Frankie could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of her, his cock rubbing against her inner walls in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice ragged and breathy.
"More."
Tom chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down Frankie's spine. "You like that, don't you, you little whore?" he said, his voice thick with lust. "You like feeling a real man inside you."
Frankie couldn't deny it. Her body was already responding to Tom's touch, her pussy clenching around his cock in a way that made him groan. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pleasure coiling in her belly like a snake ready to strike.
Tom continued to thrust into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke.
She didn't want to admit it, but she had grown used to the feel of a cock inside her, the way it stretched her and filled her up. Tom grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the picnic blanket, so her ass was hanging off. She looked back at him, her eyes wide and a little frightened.
"What are you--" she started to ask, but Tom didn't let her finish.
"I told you, I want to see you ride my cock, you little slut," he said, his voice harsh and demanding. "Now get on."
Frankie hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering herself onto Tom's cock.
they all took turns on her , Frankie was so fucking used , they all filled her up with their cum , they all used her like a fucking toy .
Arthur sat back, his cock still semi-hard, watching the spectacle unfold. He loved seeing Frankie being used, seeing her take cock after cock, her mouth, her pussy, her ass. She was a fucking slut, and he loved it.
He motioned to Henry, the lanky guy with the thin mustache, who was currently pounding into Frankie from behind. "Pull out, Henry.
Let me see that cunt," Arthur commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Henry obliged, sliding his cock out of Frankie's pussy with a wet pop. Frankie groaned, her body already craving more.
"Now, turn around and face me, Frankie," Arthur said, his eyes locked onto her. Frankie turned, her body trembling and her breath coming in ragged pants. She could feel the cum dripping down her thighs, and she hated herself for being so turned on by it.
Arthur looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts, her pussy, and her ass.
"You're a fucking mess, aren't you?" he said, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You look like you've been used and abused."
Frankie's cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. She knew she looked like a whore—her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup was smeared, and her body was covered in cum and sweat. But despite her humiliation, her body ached for more.
all the men finished with her , and she laid there covered in cum.
Arthur, the sick bastard, was still hard, his cock standing at attention, glistening with sweat and precum. He knelt beside her, his hand wrapping around her throat, just tight enough to make her gasp.
"Look at you, you fucking dirty slut," he growled, his eyes roving over her body, taking in the cum dripping from her pussy, her tits stained with it.
frankie didnt day a word until they had all gone and she was left there on the ground.
She knew she should be disgusted with herself, with what had just happened, but she couldn't deny the dark part of herself that had enjoyed it.
She had never felt so filthy, so used, and yet, so alive.
She could feel Arthur's eyes on her, and she knew he was waiting for something. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and defiance.
A dog approached frankie while she was led on the floor orid ground , it started to lick the cum from her thighs and she did nothing to stop it. The dog kept licking and licking until it had cleaned her up as much as it could. She just lay there as if in a trance, her mind racing with what had just happened.
Arthur had gone it was just frankie and the dog .