I let a pervert take me home hot sex erotica stories – Y2-Stories

I felt like I wanted to die, then a pervert picked me up and took me back to his place, and he, and his friends, gave me a reason to live.

This story takes place when I was 11 years old and my name is Kylie.

My parents were always arguing at home, they always ignored me, I had an older sister but she didn’t like me much, I had loads of friends when I was little but as they got older they started going out like in to town to buy clothes and to the cinema and stuff, but my family was poor and I never had any money to go with them so we drifted apart, I had no friends and no one liked me or interacted with me at school, apart from to call me a tramp because of my second-hand clothes.

My life was pretty shit, and I was seriously having suicidal thoughts because I just felt like I didn’t belong anywhere, no one cared about me.

One day I ditched school and just sat on a bench in the park, alone, and crying in the pouring rain, wishing that I could just drop dead right there.

A man in his 40’s-50’s approached walking towards the bench, he sat down at the other end and kept looking at me, I turned in my seat to look away and ignore him.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

I looked at him briefly and nodded, hoping he would just go away, but he didn’t, he stayed and kept asking me questions.

“What are you doing out here all alone in this terrible weather?” he asked.

I ignored him.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be crying.” He said.

His questions and conversation was getting personal and a bit weird.

He moved closer to me, “Do you need a hug? – I can stroke your hair for you if you like.” He said, then he actually touched my hair, I turned and hit his hand away.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I just wanted to feel your hair.” He said.

“Why?” I asked.

“You’re a pretty girl. You can come home with me if you like. Get warmed up.” He said.

I ignored him but he just kept on talking weird and touching my hair and stroking his finger up and down my arm, I realised that he was a pedo pervert, but instead of getting scared and running away, I started to think that at least he was interested in me, even if it was for perverted reasons, and I gave in to him.

“Do you want to take me home?” I asked him.

“I’d love to take you home.” He said.

I stood up and grabbed my bag, “Lets go then, is it far?” I said.

“No…” he said, standing up, “…Just down the road.” He said.

We walked down the road to his house, which was actually a second-floor flat, it was messy and smelly but at least it was dry inside, we went in, he locked the door and I sat down on his old sofa, then he brought me out a towel that looked like it hadn’t been washed in over a year, it was dirty and had hard crusty patches on it, “Thanks.” I said, taking it from him despite its icky appearance.

I dried my hair and he sat down beside me, placing a glass of water on the coffee table, “You really are a pretty girl.” He said, touching my hair again, this time I let him.

“If you say so.” I said, then we sat in silence while he just played and stroked my hair, “So, why did you really bring me here, what do you want from me?” I asked.

He got nervous and stopped rubbing my hair, “Uhm – Just – I just – Help you get out of the rain that’s all.” He replied, stuttering, I could tell he was lying.

It was me who initiated it, I decided to save him the trouble of working up the courage to just say it to me, I quickly kissed him on the lips, *Mwah*, “Show me your bedroom.” I said.

He walked me in to his bedroom, it was a total mess, the bed sheets were filthy and untidy, his pillow cases had dirt stains on them from his head, probably because he didn’t wash that much, there was clothes thrown all over the floor, porn magazines sticking out from under the bed and used crusty tissues thrown all over, it was disgusting…. But I was used to that.

“So what are you going to do to me?” I asked.

He acted stupid like he didn’t know what I was talking about, “Nothing. What do you mean?” he said.

“You know what I mean…” I said, then I took off my school uniform, my shirt, my shoes, socks, and skirt and I got in to his bed wearing just my panties and I pulled the filthy sheets over me, then I tapped the bed, “…Are you getting in or what?” I asked.

He grinned, I think he was a bit surprised to see me willingly strip off to my underwear and climb in to his bed, “Yeah.” He said, then he very quickly undressed and jumped in to the bed under the sheets and he laid himself beside me, we looked like two nervous sardines in a can.

Under the sheets I shuffled my panties down my legs and pulled them out from the under the sheets and tossed them on the floor, then he did the same with his boxer shorts.

“Okay. Do whatever you want.” I said to him.

I waited for nearly 5 minutes for him to make a move, but he didn’t do anything, he was giving pedo’s a bad name, what the hell was wrong with him, I was laying in his bed completely naked offering myself up as his willing sex doll, and he was just laying there, so I took his hand and I placed it between my legs.
Eventually he started to play with my pussy, he rolled over on to his side facing me, I lifted up the sheet to get a look at his cock because I’d never seen one before, it was very long and stiff, “What do you want me to do? – I’ve never done this before so you need to tell me what I need to do.” I said.

Suddenly he wasn’t shy anymore, he threw the sheets off, “Suck it…” he said, “…Put my cock in your mouth and suck it.” He said.

So I went down and I held his hard cock in my hand, it stank horrible, I licked it a couple of times, it tasted nasty, but it didn’t stop me doing it, I opened my mouth and put it inside and sucked it like a lolly-pop.

He lay there with his arms folded behind his head, looking all calm and chilled while I sucked his cock for him, then after a couple of minutes he put his hand on the back of my head and held it in place as he flooded my mouth with his warm salty semen and making me gag and choke on it, “Eat it baby, swallow my spunk!” he groaned.

I’d barely caught my breath when he grabbed me and pinned me down on his bed, he held my wrists so tight I thought he was going to break them, then he let go of one and he forced his fingers inside my virgin pussy, he didn’t hold back either, he pushed them in as far as they’d reach and he was swirling his fingers around inside of me, it hurt a lot, “Argh – Ouch – Argh!”

He pulled his fingers out and then put them in my mouth, “Taste your pussy!” he said.

Then he turned me over and he tied up my hands behind my back before flipping me back over again, he lifted my legs up and put my ankles on the top of his shoulders, then I watched him guide his cock between my legs and he thrust it inside me, “Oooah!” he groaned.

“Aaarrrgggh!!!” I cried out from the pain of him forcing it inside me.

It hurt like hell, it really did, but I didn’t mind it really, the pain was making me feel alive, and at least he was getting pleasure from me, he valued me, he needed me, I felt wanted again, “Fuck me then you sick disgusting bastard.” I shouted at him.

He leaned forward, which bent my legs all the way back and lifted my ass off the bed, giving him the perfect angle to fuck me, and he really pounded my pussy hard, “Call me Daddy!” he demanded.

“Ungh – No!” I said.

“Call me Daddy – Tell me you want daddy to fuck you!” he demanded.

“Daddy!” I moaned.

“What do you want your Daddy to do?” he asked.

“Ungh – Uh – Uh – Fuck me.” I moaned.

“Do you want Daddy to fuck you?” he asked, while slapping me across the face.

“Argh! – Yes.” I cried.

“Tell me. Tell me you want Daddy to fuck you.” He demanded.

“Fuck me Daddy. I want you to fuck me Daddy. Fuck me!” I screamed out.

He was a filthy, disgusting, degrading, violent man, but I was enjoying being treated like he was treating me, and his cock was making me feel so good inside, it was long, hard and completely destroying my little pussy, “Ungh – Uh – Fuck me!” I moaned.

I felt him come inside of me, I felt him put life inside of me, he had come because a part of me had given his cock pleasure, I had done that, I felt like I had a purpose again, his cock needed me.

He apologised afterwards for being so rough with me and he untied my hands, “I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty, I could help myself. Looking at you makes me so fucking horny.” He said.

“That’s alright.” I replied.

We fooled around for a few more hours, I sucked his stinky cock and I let him fuck me a second time from behind, it was really good.

I made a new friend that day.

A few days later I went back to see him and he had some friends over, more pedo’s, they gang fucked me, all 5 of them, it was incredible, I now had 5 friends, 5 cocks that needed me to live.

As you probably guessed I didn’t kill myself, I found my purpose in life, it was to be a little fuck toy for the local pedo’s.