The Vagrant's Little Rich Girl (A closed thread)

[MaskofSand]

A Closed Thread for Nerk and MaskOfSand


London watched somberly as her father made yet another speech on CNN. It was all rather boring, really. She had no interest in the financial standings of the state, or what was going on with some law that he was pushing. All she cared on was the family financial state, and that Daddy continued to let her keep her suite at the Harker Hotel. It was lavish, huge, and the perfect place to sate her love of driving her father mad.

He wanted so badly to keep that picture-perfect family image in the public's eye. London, however, preferred to cause a little controversy. Keep things spiced up a bit. Daddy hated it to no end.

And that gave her all the more reason to do it.
Call it rebellion, acting up. Being this way to get his attention, to get revenge for ignoring her in her younger years to instead focus on his political career.

London simply called it "fun".

Daddy was back in Albany now, returning to his tasks as Governor Moore, yammering away to the camera crews and reporters, but she was getting bored with it. She was still in New York City, however, and the idea of going out to yet another club was seeming rather boring as well. Daddy had left with an intricate set of instructions for the 22 year old, adamantly stating she was to stop giving the tabloids such open chances to take pictures of her with questionable men.

"Yes Daddy," She had replied in a sugar dipped voice.

She always had disobeyed him. Anything to rile him up. The tattoo on her arm, the piercing in her lip- they had happened when she was 16. At 18, she took his prized Porsche for a midnight drive, nearly crashing it. At 20, she demanded to move to New York City on her own. Every two years, she needed to do something. Anything. To get to him.

Two years were up. She needed something BIG.

...Questionable men...
Oh, this one wouldn't be just "Questionable". She'd find someone to make that vein in Daddy's forehead throb so much it would nearly explode. Let the tabloids have their fun. She was going to make this GOOD.

But where to start? How badly could she mess with him? Something completely unexpected. Someone that would have those nosy reporters and paparazzi taking notice immediately.
She would know when she saw it.
She was certain.


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[nerk]

“Get out of here!”

The Governor was making a speech. Telling more lies. Moore lies. He always lied. That's what politicians did, they lied and they ruined lives. Like Charlie's life. He was making a speech on the television in the shop window and Charlie's hands shook with hatred.

“Did you fucking hear me? I said get out of here!”

Charlie turned and saw the man from the shop. He was waving his hand like a politician and scowling. Charlie clenched his teeth and took a step towards him. Just one step, though, and then Charlie remembered. People like that called police, and police came and broke ribs and left him bleeding in the garbage in an alley.

Charlie limped down the street, shaking, the change rattling in his cup. He snarled at one of the rich cunts that came down here shopping and looked at him like dogshit. Too angry to beg now, he needed quiet. He needed someplace to go to calm down. He needed a drink, but for that he needed more cash. He lurched across Fifth Avenue, hearing the blaring horns of streaking yellow taxis and halfway wishing one would just end it all.

“Fucking Governor fucking ruining every fucking thing.” He tried to keep it in, but times like this it just boiled out of him, and he shouted at nobody in particular. It was New York. Everyone looked away, lips curling back in disgust at the sight of the filthy, ranting bum. “I hate him. I could kill him. He destroyed me. Fuck you Governor Moore, you fucking prick!”

Everyone looked away but the blonde, and he stopped for a moment and stared back at her. For a moment, he remembered a different life, when he got pussy like that. Before he had worked for Moore. Back when he and Moore were the up-and-comers at the City DAs office, when the future was all martinis, Mercedes and top shelf pussy. Before Moore needed someone to take a fall for corruption so he could make his name as the political cleaner.

“Fucking Moore. I'll fucking get you if it kills me,” he snarled, and staggered away towards the park.

 

[MaskofSand]

She heard her name.
No, not her name specifically. Her father's name, the Governor's name.

London peered out into the crowd, seeing the vastly growing void around the ragged man. He was ranting, snarling out words of spite and anger, fury and revenge.

She was smiling. Faint, barely noticeable. But smiling.

Stepping from the curb, she gasped out as another car flew by, quickly jumping back up to the sidewalk and gritting her teeth. She was going to lose him! He was perfect, wonderful for her little game of Screw Daddy. But she'd have to find him again.

"Miss London! Miss London!"
She inwardly groaned, glancing over her shoulder to the concierge that was standing in the doorway of the hotel. He was waving frantically at her, chasing her out onto the walk. "Oh, do be careful, Miss London. There are some horrifically scary men wandering these streets. Insane things. Hopefully your father can do something about them. I felt bad at one time. But anymore.... They seem to just litter the streets. Like stray dogs."

"I think they should be helped." London held her head up a bit higher with that, a light disgusted noise at his words leaving her. "You're a horrible person, Mister Connor." Leaving him with that, she quickly ran across the street, trying to find the stumbling man she had spotted earlier.

Maybe someone could help. Right, and how to describe him?
Wait, over there. That looked familiar. The coat he was wearing, the sound of his voice. It had to be him. Tentatively walking toward him, she clutched her little sequined purse closer to her chest, watching him curiously.

Maybe Mister Connor was right. The closer she was able to view him, the more she wondered if this was really worth it. This guy looked more than just insane. He was almost to the point of frightening.

No. That was what made it perfect. She had to follow through on this. If it scared her this much, her father would have a heart attack at word of it. Taking a deep breath, she approached him.

"I don't much like him either," She said with a smile. Don't tell him who you are. Good lord, he might kill you. Just stay on his side, push it for all that you can. "He lies. He cheats. He makes everyone think he's the perfect man. He's not. He's anything but." She tentatively held out her hand, trying to keep it from shaking too much. "May I buy you dinner, sir? Two people with so much in common should get to know each other."

Her body was screaming to run. Get away from this guy, this was insane, stupid, horrible.
But she just held that smile. It almost hurt to keep forcing it.

 

[nerk]

His eyes bulged as the cunt stepped in front of him, and then wouldn't let him pass her. She was gorgeous, all soft curves jiggling in her little designer dress and long, toned legs. He shook his head and pulled his coat tight around himself. Summer in New York, and he was wearing a coat, because who knew if he would find another one when winter came. At least it hid how hard the pussy made him.

"I don't much like him either," the cunt said. He squeezed his eyes shut and stared at her again. This was a pussy that spent most of her time making sure she was beautiful, and did it well. Not the kind of pussy who talked to street people. He could hear his breath hiss through his clenched teeth. She looked familiar, but what would a pussy like that want with him? He placed her then, the cunt who had been staring at him across the street.

"He lies. He cheats. He makes everyone think he's the perfect man. He's not. He's anything but." She knew Moore, then. Charlie stared at her designer shoes and the hipster dress she was wearing. Not a politico, but maybe a different kind of pro, he thought. Her pretty blonde hair and the fake smile she wore reminded him of Moore's wife. As high-class a whore as there ever was, but she was in her 40s by now, and this cunt was fresh. He shook the thought off and tried to stay focused. She held out her hand to him. "May I buy you dinner, sir? Two people with so much in common should get to know each other."

He looked around. A few people had stopped to watch this strange little scene, the rich pussy and the bum. He ground his teeth together and spat. A camera clicked and he turned, his arm twitching as he saw the photographer backing away. Was Moore coming after him again? Was this cunt some kind of set up? What else could Moore possibly take from him?

He turned back to the pussy, still standing there with her fake, perfect smile and her beautifully manicured hand stuck out, and he bared his filthy teeth at her in something between a smile and a snarl. He took her hand and shook it gently

“Alright. Dinner. And you tell me what this is about.” He gripped her hand a little tighter and leaned close, watching her flinch and recoil from him. He whispered, spit flying from his lips. “Don't think you can fool me, cunt. I know he sent you. Whatever it is he thinks he's going to get out of this, he's wrong. Dead wrong.”

 

[MaskofSand]

A flash? Already? They were following her already?

The seed was sown. She had to stay with it.

Taking another breath, forcing that smile to stay, she nodded as he shook her hand. It felt gritty, sooty. Like a mechanic's touch after a day of tearing through engines.

Mm. She missed Rocko. Such a nice quick fuck on the hood of the car, right inside his shop, the bay doors open and-

She was still holding the guy's hand. No time for such wandering thoughts. She choked back the yelp that wanted to escape her as he suddenly came in closer, London closing her eyes for a moment as she shuddered.

He's going to bite you.
Kill you.
Right here, right now, with that damned photographer...

His snarled words caused her to open her eyes, glancing at him again. "Sent me? Don't be silly. He would never have sent me. Never in a million years."

Truth.

"Believe me, there is nothing he could gain from me talking to you... Can't a girl just be friendly to a random guy once in awhile?" She pushed a laugh out, though it faded out quickly as she watched his eyes. What was in that mind of his?

"Fine. The truth. But in private. Away from shutterbugs and prying ears."

 

[nerk]

"...Can't a girl just be friendly to a random guy once in awhile?" She laughed when she said it.

He chuckled. At least she knew how absurd it was. Spoiled princesses like this weren't friendly without an angle. His eyes drifted down to the deep valley of her cleavage and tried to imagine how her breasts would feel. He laughed louder at the idea of a pussy like this giving it up to the derelict he had become. He smelled her perfume and his hand squeezed hers a little tighter.

"Fine. The truth. But in private. Away from shutterbugs and prying ears."

He looked in her eyes. She was scared, but she was still holding something back. The truth, she had said, and there was a little heat in her cheeks, a little flush. He looked down at her long, sculpted legs coming out of her mini, and ran his tongue over his dried, cracked lips.

"The truth," he echoed, his eye traveling up her sweetly curved body to her lush breasts again. She was a beautiful little cunt, and she really did look like Sarah, the Governor's wife. He nodded, grinning wolfishly. Whatever her angle was, he really had nothing left to lose.

"In private. If you have someplace to go, let's go," he growled. He cackled as he let go of her hand and sniffed his hand, as if her sweet, clean scent might have somehow cut through the filth. At least he had made his mark on her, he thought, or at least left a dark smear of grime on her golden skin.

 

[MaskofSand]

London nodded, letting out the breath that had been so frightened to leave her lips moments ago. "Alright." Her hand released, she wiped it against the side of her dress without even thinking, halting as soon as her motions registered with her brain. Glancing to him hesitantly, she found her lip curling up slightly as she saw him sniffing at his hand.

Oh. And her own had taken up a gift from him as well. It wasn't just her imagination; some of that grit and grime had transferred over to her as well, as if to seal their little deal.

That was simply for dinner and truth. What type of seal would be needed for what she wanted of him?

She shivered at the thought. This was too much. Back out now. Just get him food and leave.

"We can go back to my place," She smiled, her cheeks nearly in pain. "I can have something sent up. Maybe, ah, get you a nice shower if you'd like?"

Maybe she could get lucky and have that coat of dirt be hiding a prince or something like her old Disney movies. She really doubted that thinking, though. Even if she could get him cleaned up, his mannerisms and attitude weren't exactly Family Friendly. Wasn't that the point of this whole thing? The most brash, blunt, Daddy-hating beast she could find. And if this guy wasn't it, she wasn't sure who was.

Clutching her bag back to her waist, she led him back to her place, glancing to Mister Connor through the large bay windows as she approached. He had barely taken one glance- then took a double take, her face paling as he ran around his little counter.

Time to start the game.

"Miss Londonnnn!," He howled as he tore through the door, snatching up the snow shovel that leaned against the side of the building. "He's been following you! Get away from her, you piece of-"

"MISTER CONNOR!" London flung out her purse, hitting him in the shoulder as she glared at him. "How dare you! This man is my guest, and I expect you to treat him with respect! Now put that thing down and get room service moving. I want you to get my friend here whatever he asks for. I don't care what it is." She gave another smile to her new companion, hoping that offering him as much as she could now would keep him from going off on her once she revealed who she was later.

"Are you sure on that?," The hotel manager hissed, eying the man with her leeringly. "But he's-"

She took out her cell phone, staring at him. "One call. One little call. And I will have this place shut down." As she put the phone back into her purse, she glanced to the man with her, nodding toward the manager. "Go ahead. Tell him whatever you're wanting."

 

[nerk]

Charlie hardly took his eyes off the pussy's swaying round ass as she led him down the street. He was used to the glares and disgust of the people he passed and paid no attention to it, shuffling after her, eyes bulging as he ogled her delicious rear. He hardly noticed that they had turned onto one of the poshest residential blocks around, until the liveried door man came charging at him.

He ducked low, arms over his head to protect himself from the shovel, cringing away. He had learned years ago that it was best to retreat from that sort. They weren't much use really, but the police always came, and it was best to stay out of the city jails in summertime.

But then the pussy stopped him, barked him down, like a big bitch putting a yapping little pup in his place. Charlie grinned, letting all his hate of every doorman and shopkeeper who had chased him away over the years shine from his eyes on this poor servant, who was doing his best to swallow what must have been a very bitter pill. He tracked their exchange in the back of his mind as he glared, and then the pussy wanted to know what he wanted.

He gave her a long look that made pretty clear what he wanted, and then wiped the spit out of his beard and lurched towards the doorman, crowding him, grinning at the way the man's lip curled up in disgust.

"Scotch," he hissed. "Good scotch. Talisker. A bottle, and a bloody porterhouse with potatoes."

The man bobbed obsequiously and held the door open for them. Charlie looked the pussy over and thought about what he had heard. London. It was an unusual name. Who the fuck named their kid London? Only one person he knew of. As they walked into the lobby, he felt a cold rage in his belly. Whatever he was trying to pull, his old friend Moore was still as cold as ice, sending his daughter out as bait.

Charlie trembled with hate, and had to clench his jaw to stop himself bursting into another rant. The pussy would call the doorman if she knew he was onto her, but he needed to see how far she was willing to go with her hustle, whatever it was. As they walked across the lobby, he swung his hand down and smacked her ass, digging his fingers into the meat as he gave it a nice hard squeeze. He looked back at the doorman, who looked about ready to have a heart attack, and winked.

"You ready to tell me what this is all about, now, Miss London?" He did his best, but couldn't keep a twist of spite out of his tone when he said her name.

 

[MaskofSand]

She should have guessed alcohol to be his biggest request. And so particular on his needed brand! At least food was a part of it in some form. "A cobb salad for me, Connor." London smiled sweetly as they started away, a surprised noise leaving her as the firm dirty hand connected with her ass and dug into flesh through fabric.

Get off get off dear lord get off.

But she forced a laugh, wrapping an arm about his as he growled in her ear. "Well hi to you too!," she tittered, glancing back to see Mister Connor nearly falling over. Oh beautiful.
The tone in which her new friend hissed her name caught her attention. "I said I'd tell you. And I will." As the elevator doors started to open, she quickly pushed him in, hitting the quick close as she followed suit. "I want your help with something. I do know Moore. Very well. And I hate him with almost as much passion as you."
She looked up to the flashing numbers, taking a breath. "You seemed to know my name. London...Moore. He's- my dad." She glanced at him, a rather scared look on her face. "I think you already placed that."

"My dad is an ass. Thinks everything is sunshine and happiness, but I hate it all. This fake life he makes, the strict rules he gives. He does not rule me, and I want to prove it to him." She had stayed pressed to the fa wall this entire time, simply watching him. "You help me ruin this perfect image of his, and you can have whatever you want. Anything. All I want is your agreement to pretend to be my new boyfriend. Daddy would just explode... Why, I bet Connor's on the phone with him right now." She smiled again, leaning on the rail. "So what do you say? Keep it up, fuck with Daddy, and enjoy? Or go back to wandering the park alone and bitching?"

 

[nerk]

She gave him a big fake laugh and did her best to try to flirt with him. Not that her best was very good. Charlie could tell she was as horrified to be touched by him as the doorman had been to see it, but she went ahead into the elevator with him, pretending she wasn't disgusted. It was sweet of her to make the effort, he supposed, and it was good to know how far she was willing to go to play her game.

He stalked around the elevator while she bitched about her daddy, who obviously spoiled her rotten. So rotten she was determined to throw it back in his face. Poor little rich girl thought Charlie would be a good way to get back at Daddy. It really was perfect for her, she could annoy Daddy and have something to bargain with the next time she wanted to spend a season in the Caribbean. The elevator was like a jail cell, no space, nowhere to run if someone came after him. Except, who was going to come after him?

"Your man downstairs called you London, I went ahead and guessed that was your name. Now I know." He stopped pacing and stood in front of the buttons. How long had it been since he had been on an elevator? He found the stop button and punched it. The miserable little cage stopped, and they were trapped.

He stepped towards her, seeing the panic and disgust in her eyes, cheeks tightening strangely as his lips spread in the first honest smile he had smiled in years.

"So you thought you'd use me to piss off Daddy? Then what? Toss me out when it's more convenient? It's like a Moore family tradition, isn't it? Using people and throwing them away."

He put a hand on the mirrored wall beside her head and leaned close, crowding her, grinning as she struggled to hide her revulsion. He slid his other hand between her thighs, fingers reaching under her skirt and cupping that little pussy through her pretty panties.

"If you want to get back at your Daddy because he didn't buy you enough ponies when you were a little cunt, I can help you with that." He leaned in closer, pinning her against the wall of the elevator with his body, the grime and filth of his life rubbing off on her, his fingers curling up, pushing into her hole through her little panties.

"But if I'm going to do this," he hissed, "I'm not going to just - pretend - to be your boyfriend. You said I could have whatever I want. Let's see if your promises mean anything, or if you're just like Daddy"

He took a deep breath, smelling her sweet perfume and her clean body.

 

[MaskofSand]

London stared at him in horror as the elevator came to an abrupt halt, clutching the little rail a bit tighter as he turned back to face her. She should have waited to say anything. She had thought he had already pieced together who she was, but she had to go and stupidly flat off admit to it. The daughter of the man he hated so much, stuck in a box with him.

She whinced as he stalked closer, right into her face, pinning her to the wall with one arm beside her and that disgusting smile of his. "No, that's... that's not what I- Hey!" She yelped as his hand went beneath her skirt, trying to shove her thighs together as her eyes widened. He reeked of old alcohol, exhaust fumes, the stench of the city... She whined again, closing her eyes as he pressed up against her, the rough touch of his fingers against her sex kept from true entry by the thin barrier of her panties.

She cried out as he hooked his fingers, pushing them up through the fabric, biting her lip as he spoke.

London didn't understand. More than pretend? He wanted her to-
Oh god. Is that what this was? Was he trying to get her to... to sleep with him?

She felt ill. She was going to vomit, right there. She was sure of it.

"Fine," She choked out, still scared to death. She was scared to death on trying to tell him no. In here? Alone? Sure, it had been her idea to bring him up, but not for things to go like this. "Fine, yes, I can keep promises better than my dad. I know I can. I'll prove it... I'm not like him at all."

Shut up, shut up, you're making this hole too big to get out of.
He's going to bury you in it.

"Please, can we just... can we get going again? I'm claustrophobic...."

 

[nerk]

Charlie grinned viciously at the near-panic in her eyes. He knew she wasn't claustrophobic. She was fine with the elevator. It was him she was afraid of. The lie bothered him. The whole Moore family was nothing but a pack of liars, and it was so tempting to rage at her, but the fact was that he wanted to get out of the elevator as soon as he could. It was just too much like a cage.

Still, he wouldn't let her off too easily. It had been so long since he had had power. Once it had been so much a part of him that he took it for granted. He missed the luxury and the comfort of his old life, but he had forgotten what power felt like. Even bullying this stupid pussy with her disgust was a rush. Once pussy like this had begged to be with him, but this cunt's fear was a start.

"You didn't think I was actually a man, did you?" he whispered in her ear. "You thought I was a puppet you could buy for a little bit of Daddy's money, and throw away when you got what you wanted. You say you hate him for the fake life he makes, but I bet you give more thought to buying a tampon than deciding to use me and throw me away."

He leaned down and licked her neck, running his wet tongue up her throat to her chin. He growled low, savoring the sweet, clean taste of her, as his fingers dug roughly in between her thighs. He brushed his rough, filthy beard against her soft clean cheek and chuckled.

Then he stepped away, waving his fingers under his nose and breathing deep, closing his eyes and letting the rich scent of her cunt fill his thoughts. His cock was hard as a rock now, throbbing in his ragged sweatpants. He let his coat hang open so she could get a good look as he backed away, and punched the button to get the elevator moving again. He shivered with relief at the movement, knowing they would reach the penthouse soon.

"You're a lying little cunt." He said it with no passion, though his voice was uncertain. He hadn't had a lot of conversations since her father had destroyed him, but he remembered things. He remembered that manipulating others had once been as natural as breathing to him. His smile had once been almost magic, but now the ragged beard and filthy, broken teeth ruined the effect.

"I know what your family's promises are worth, so if we have a deal, you can be sure I'm going to get what I want up front. If you want out, all you have to do is admit that you're a lying little cunt Admit that and that you're no different from your father, in writing, and I'll walk as soon as your man gets here with my scotch and steak. Otherwise, let's give Conner something to tell daddy when he comes up. I haven't had pussy as pretty as you since you were in diapers."

The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open with a soft woosh. He stepped out, leaning back against the door, holding it for her.

 

[MaskofSand]

She wanted to scream. It was even locked in her throat, waiting for a chance to leave, just begging for that rock in the way to get moving. But it couldn't. London instead just closed her eyes, her knuckles pale white as she nearly snapped that rail from the wall.

"N-No, I didn't think-," She stammered, crying out softly as he suddenly licked her, a tracing movement with his coarse tongue against her skin. That cry gained twice its volume as his fingers dug in further, cringing as his beard ran against her cheek like a rusty brillo pad.

But he was right in a way. she hadn't thought about what to do with him after. She had figured money would get anyone to do what she wanted. The right price tag was all she needed to find with most people...

She gave a hard gasp as he pulled away, giving him an infuriated glare as he went to restart the elevator, readjusting her dress. A disgusted look came to her face as he sniffed his hand, starting to look back to the numbers above them, only to snap back to him as he spoke once more.

"Excuse me?," She asked angrily, a furious look coming to her face as he continued. "I am nothing like my dad! I-" She paused, a worried look coming to her face. "What do you mean by that?," She asked in a frightened voice, her arms folded over her chest. Hadn't had-

She cringed.
Was that how he wanted to seal this? He wanted sex?

London shivered as the door opened, her 'Prince Charming' holding the door for her as she stepped out, her keys coming out of her purse as she glanced at him. With a sigh, she nodded, pointing to her door. "Fine. Alright. But- do you think you can at least shower first?"

 

[nerk]

Charlie watched the cunt's ass sway and began to snicker. He wondered what the Governor had done to make her hate him so, but he knew the answer already. Moore was practical to a fault. Charlie laughed harder. Business was business, no matter who got hurt, and the worst thing for business was to lose face. The pussy had just learned the lessons a little too well.

When she made her crack about the shower, he turned on her, glaring, his eyes wide. He couldn't stop chuckling though. Even the revulsion on her face seemed funny to him. He shrugged his coat off, letting it fall to the floor in a rank pile. A broken rib that had healed badly made him carry his left shoulder a little higher than the right, and with the coat off it was apparent how wasted his body was. He peeled off a hooded sweatshirt and a t shirt and threw them at her feet, exposing his bare skin to her, pasty white under thick layers of black grime.

"Of course," he said, his shoulders still shaking with laughter. "We wouldn't want that pretty pussy to get dirty, now would we? Of course, since your mouth is already a cesspit full of lies, I don't see any reason why you can't give me a quick blowjob before I hit the shower."

He stepped closer to her, the laughter dying away as his eye fixed hers. One hand reached out, slipping around the back of her head and twisting his filthy fingers into her silky blonde hair. The other reached down and began to undo the knot in the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"Of course, if you just admit you're a lying little whore, just like Daddy, you can get rid of me. Which do you suppose would leave a worse taste in your mouth? My dick, or the truth?"

He pulled her closer, and got the knot loose, letting his sweatpants fall to his knees. His cock pushed hard against the greyed and filthy long underwear.

"Just think what a nice story Conner will have to tell Daddy when he brings up my dinner."

 

[MaskofSand]

Placing her things on the kitchen counter, London was horrified to turn around and find him starting to strip down right then and there in the entryway. "Hey, what are you doing?!," she gasped, her eyes widening as she shook her head. "Don't do that th..." She trailed off, staring at him as his upper body was revealed. This guy was a mess. In more ways than one. Like a jigsaw puzzle someone just hammered into place.
Then decided to throw it in the biggest mud puddle they could find for a few weeks.

"I- just figured you might like a shower. You know, since-" London hesitated, gasping at his request. He wanted her to- right NOW?! But...

She cringed as his hand found the back of her head, those grubby fingers twisting into her hair. A light whimper left her throat, trying to pull back, watching that other hand. She really wasn't sure she could do this. Maybe she should just call it off.


Oh, but then he had to go and compare her to her father again. London's lips tightened, her eyes narrowing. "I am not like my dad," She reminded him again firmly, though the fear and hesitation were still evident in her eyes. She gasped softly as he pushed again, closing her eyes tightly for a moment, then took a deep breath. He was right. The sooner she was 'caught' doing something with this guy, the sooner the word would get back to her father.

She slowly dropped to her knees, letting his hand linger on her head while her own pulled down the fabric confining his cock.

She nearly choked.
Fight it. Fight it and just do this.

She leaned forward tentatively, her lips taking in the tip of his member, closing her eyes again. He tasted horrible... She wanted to yank back, shove him away. But she had already started this, was there really any true way of turning back?

 

[nerk]

Charlie shivered with the chill from the air conditioning as he stripped himself. He had expected her to pull away when he grabbed her hair. He knew she was boxed in, but it was only with words. He had expected her to stop, to slap him, to call security, to do anything but sink to her knees. For a moment he almost pitied her, going through life with a handle that anyone could use to pick her up and do anything they wanted with.

Then he looked down and felt her pulling down his underwear. Her soft, pretty white hands held his cock. Any thought of pity or anger vanished, and he just stared, mouth open in astonishment, as this incredible blonde beauty overcame her disgust and slid his dirt-encrusted cockhead into her perfect pink lips. Her mouth was so warm, so wet, so soft that he could hardly control himself. Even watching her stomach heaving from the taste of his filthy cock, it was still heaven. A twisted heaven, where he could abuse an angel like that.

Then he remembered whose daughter she was. He remembered every ounce of pain and deprivation that he had suffered in the twenty years since this girl's father had destroyed his life. Maybe she would be able to help him hurt the governor, maybe not. But he could hurt her, and that would hurt her father. Tightening his grip on her hair, he pushed his hips foreward. His cock shoved deep into her mouth, the head forcing into her throat, and he felt a dizzy joy racing through him.

It had been so long, he hadn't even thought to hold back. He felt his cock swell until he was sure it would rip open, and then the blast of release as the first thick wad of cum shot into her throat. He roared with pleasure and pulled her head back, grabbing the base of his cock and spraying his cum, a tremendous load after going so long without, covering her face in a thick, gooey white mess.

His body shuddered and he laughed, stroking himself. Even if that was the end of it, the sight of her face, horrified and repelled and coated with his cream was something he could savor forever. As his awareness opened up again, he heard a frantic banging on the door.

"Miss London!," the doorman was calling through the door. "Miss London, is everything alright?"

He shoved her away, pushing her off her knees and onto her ass, and walked past her to look around the room. Daddy was definitely taking care of her in style. His voice low with release, he sneered. "Better get the door, honey."

 

[MaskofSand]

At first she was surprised. This man, the word used loosely, seemed more lost and shocked at her bravery on this than to push his taunting angry rant at her any further. Maybe if she could just choke past this, satisfy his demand for-

"Hgnt!"

London choked as his cock slammed further into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair as the tip of him met the back of her throat. She really was going to puke, she was sure of it. She tried to push off him at first, whimpering and nearly in tears as he used her mouth. She had agreed to this. If she shove him away from her now, she'd both be proving to him she was no different...and let her father win.

It felt like mere moments when he suddenly pulled himself free of her lips, a shocked gasp leaving her as she tore for air. His hand gripping his cock, his cum flew against her face as his release hit, London crying out in surprise at the warmth that met her face. Still gasping from his first violation of her throat, she stared up at him in shock, almost lurching against the floor.

He was smirking. That snide, proud smirk as he stared down at her, giving her a little shove before walking by her. Sprawled on the floor, her dress askew, her face still in shock hidden behind a veil of his seed.

"Better get the door, honey."

Door?

She heard it now, her ears and mind seeming to suddenly realize the world around her. Mister Conner, pounding away, yelling for her. Oh god. She was a mess. That horrible man had-

She took a long breath, slowly getting to her feet and opening the door, fully aware of what a sight she would be to the man on the other side.

His eyes widened at the sight of her, his mouth agape. "Y-Your... your foo...food..."

"Thank you." She simply took the cart, pushing it inside, trying her damndest to pretend nothing was wrong. Conner, however, was staring still, looking into the room and seeing the young woman's guest wandering about. "Good NIGHT, Mister Conner," She snapped, glaring back at him. "My friend and I need some time alone."