The Good Daughter: Part Three

Kinks served: Blackmail, incest, anal, fem-chastity, degradation, humiliation, hypno-kink, noncon, masturbation, slut transformation 

Alicia is less concerned with her education than she should be. She prefers to be out with her friends, partying, looking pretty, and being popular. It's the way she's always been.Her younger sister, Camilla, is the opposite. Camilla is something of a nerd, more interested in science and education.

Only a couple of years her junior, Camilla has always been on the receiving end of Alicia's scorn.Rather than use her popularity to help make Camilla's life as a nerd easier, Alicia chose to participate in her sister's ridicule and embarrassment. But high school is over, and college is another matter.

Here, intellect is what gets people places. When Alicia's partying puts her academic future in peril, she's a hair away from getting kicked out of the house.If she doesn't want to end up on the streets, she needs to improve and do it before her father finds out how miserably she's performing. Thankfully, Camilla has exactly what Alicia needs to turn her education around.

The question is, will Alicia still be the same person at the end of the semester? Or will being blackmailed by her sister, her boyfriend's father, her teachers, and her neighbor change Alicia's life altogether?

Set in the Playing with Toys universe, this dark novel of family betrayal features cameo appearances by Dr. Carol Keller and Rebecca from Playing with Toys.

Chapter Five: Findr

Alicia could hardly stand to watch the disgusting treatment of the girls in the videos. Many of them choked and sniffled, gagged and cried, but the faceless men used them to get off despite any distress they showed. Others, though, were surprisingly compliant. They took cock down their throats and encouraged the men to be rougher, meaner, and even played with themselves throughout the video.

Their behavior was alien to Alicia, whose history of porn viewing included only one lesbian video and one couple's video. Both of those had made her feel ashamed after she'd watched them. It was like spying on someone's intimate moment, and it made her feel dirty.

Teeny Face Bangers made her feel dirty in a whole other way. She played with her pussy but it felt mechanical. The little red light on the webcam didn't help, either. Was Camilla really watching her? Was it just another way to embarrass her?

By the time the first playlist finished, an hour had passed, and Alicia hadn't orgasmed once. She'd licked her fingers to get herself wet, but even after several applications of saliva, she only felt the mildest arousal. It wasn't going to work. She wasn't into watching girls get used. How did Camilla expect her to do it?

While she was pondering this question and mentally bottling up her anxiety over meeting with her teacher on Monday, the next playlist on the site began on autoplay. Alicia read the title. Big Titty Blonde Teen Blowbangs. She sighed and rubbed herself.

As the first video began, she decided to try a new tactic. She stood up and pulled down her shorts, kicking them off beneath the desk. When she sat back down, the sense of exposure did something. She looked at the red light on the webcam and imagined Camilla on the other end, watching. And when she touched her pussy this time, she felt hot.

On the screen, another blonde girl with large, fake breasts lay on her back. Her head draped off the edge of a table, and as Alicia watched, a man stepped up and plugged her mouth with his cock. He held the girl's head in his hands and fucked her mouth as the girl's tits heaved. The girl rubbed herself, her legs spread wide, and Alicia did the same.

After a couple of minutes, streams of thick saliva oozed down the girl's face, running over her eyelids and dripping to the floor. The man grunted and groaned, slapping the girl's boobs and tugging on her nipples. The girl moaned around his pounding cock and had an orgasm. Alicia's fingers slid into her pussy, two at once, and she quickly pulled them out.

As the girl came on her own hand, and the first man growled and fed her his load, Alicia looked at her pruned fingers. They were wet. They were wet with her own girl cum.

The man pulled his cock from the girl's mouth and a thick ooze of spit and cum cascaded over the girl's already ruined face. She sucked in air, but managed only a breath before the next man pushed his dick into her and began to bang away. Alicia bit her lip and pushed her fingers back into her cunt. She looked at the red light again, imagined Camilla watching, and squeaked as a pleasure spike ran up her body.

***

His username was IronMan757, but his real name was Dennis. Camilla giggled as she typed out another message in their conversation. Alicia's finished term paper was open on one of her monitors, while the other showed the webcam view of her sister masturbating to degrading face-fuck porn on the other. Alongside Alicia's window was a view of her desktop, showing the blowbang video Alicia was currently watching.

Camilla rubbed herself through her panties as she took in Alicia's red cheeks, her glossy eyes and watched her sister work her fingers in and out of her snatch. She'd expected Alicia to go through an entire night of frustration at not being able to get aroused from the porn. However, she'd been proven wrong. Alicia actually looked like she was getting into it now.

Camilla answered a reply from Dennis and mused on that. The content of the video wasn't all that different from the first playlist. The real difference was multiple men using the same girl. Was that what was arousing Alicia? Was it that she was being watched? She filed away the mental notes for further experimentation.

"Free tomorrow night," Camilla typed to Dennis. "Do you want to meet IRL?"

There was a pause of only a few seconds before the reply came. "Hell, yeah!"

Camilla smiled and began to lay out the plan.

***

Alicia avoided contact with her boyfriend under the guise of focusing on her grades. It was a half-truth, but she couldn't divulge the reality of what was happening. What was he going to do about it?

It was a painful pill to swallow. Throughout Saturday night and Sunday morning, Alicia dwelled on her boyfriend's helplessness. Was Camilla right? Was he a loser?

In high school, she hadn't thought so. His name was Todd, but the wrestling team called him Toto. She'd thought it was cute then. Listening to Camilla disparage him, though, had an effect. Maybe it wasn't cute. Maybe he wasn't going anywhere. Maybe he was taking her with him, on the road to being the girlfriend of a Taco Hut manager.

But was Camilla's way any better? She was already confronting the horror of going to Professor Lewiston's class tomorrow, having to look him in the eye, knowing he'd seen her naked boobs, and that he was going to hold that over her. Every way she turned, there was only humiliation, homelessness, or dead ends.

The situation did not improve late Sunday morning, when Camilla knocked on her door. Alicia was huddled under a blanket, her eyes swollen and red. She had no more tears, and didn't believe she could feel anymore miserable. She was incorrect.

Camilla laid on her bed a white top and pleated skirt, both of which looked far too small for Alicia's liking. The pair of black pleasers that she added to the pile did not improve her mood.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Your outfit for date night," Camilla said. "Isn't it cute?"

Alicia tossed back the covers and stared at the clothes in dismay.

"I can't wear that!" she said. "Please. Don't make me."

"I'm doing you a favor with this," Camilla explained. "The whole thing's to make this guy so horny he'll pop the second his tip hits your tongue."

Alicia groaned.

"Unless you want it to drag on like a Teeny Face Bangers video…"

"No!"

"Right, then. Naughty schoolgirl it is. Oh, and you'll want this."

Camilla held out a wad of single bills with a rubberband around them. Alicia took it.

"What is this for? He's not paying for the date? I seriously have to let this loser put his… his dick in my mouth, and he's not even buying dinner?"

"They don't serve dinner at Holes on Poles," Camilla said.

"Holes… on… Poles… I am not going to a strip club!"

"You aren't stripping," Camilla said. "Those are tips for the dancers."

"I am not going to a strip club!" Alicia said again.

Camilla sighed and said, "I thought we were past this, but I guess not. Come."

She snapped her fingers and walked to her sister's desk, sat down, and logged into the computer.

"I changed my password," Alicia said bitterly.

"Your birthdate followed by an exclamation point is not a password," Camilla said. "It's an invitation."

Alicia fumed. Camilla brought up the browser and typed in a URL. When the page loaded, it was another porn site. Twat Jillers, read the banner. Camilla typed in a username and password. Hers seemed very lengthy. Alicia reddened.

When the page reloaded, Camilla clicked a profile icon and selected a heading marked "drafts." The page loaded again.

"Oh, my God!" Alicia said. "You… you didn't!"

"I didn't," Camilla said. "Yet."

On the screen was a thumbnail image for a video, and the video was three hours long. In the thumbnail was a still image of herself, with her legs spread, and two fingers in her pussy. Also present in the image was a frame from one of the many Teeny Face Bangers videos she'd masturbated to.

"Dumb Blonde College Slut Goons to Degrading Facefuck Porn," read the title.

Alicia managed to produce new tears.

"This is a draft," Camilla explained. "But with one click of a button I can make it live. With another few clicks, I can send the link to anyone I want. Dad, for example. Your boyfriend. Your school email list. Those are just examples."

Alicia staggered back and sat heavily on the bed. Camilla logged out of the site and closed the window. She came and sat next to her sister, who was now openly sobbing into her hands.

"I know," Camilla said and put her arm around Alicia's shoulders. "It isn't fair. It's so mean. How could I? What did you ever do to deserve this? We've been over this. You were a class-A cunt to your little sister. That's what you did. But I forgive you, Ali. Really. We can move past this. You just have to realize that I'm in charge now. I don't want to ruin your life. I want to help you make something of yourself. It's tough love, but it's love."

Alicia raised her head, her cheeks wet with tears, and said, "You're a monster!"

"I know," Camilla agreed. "I know. But if you tell anyone that, they won't believe you, will they? Especially not from a girl who sends pictures of her tits to her teachers to try to up her grades. And certainly not from a masturbating slut that posts herself online, jilling her cunt to degrading facefuck porn."

"But I didn't—"

"Shh. Shh," Camilla said and put her finger to Alicia's lips. "It's going to be alright. No one has to know what a disgusting slut you are, Ali. As long as you do what I tell you to do, alright?"

"I am not a disg—"

"Take off your top," Camilla said and stood.

"What?"

"Take off your top. Ten… nine…"

Alicia stared up, uncomprehending.

"Eight… Seven…" Camilla continued and glanced at the computer.

Alicia scrambled to remove her top and tossed it aside. Camilla stopped counting.

"Good girl," she said. "You see? It's not hard to listen to me, is it? Show me your tits."

Alicia pulled up her sports bra.

"Put your tits away," Camilla commanded.

Alicia pulled down her sports bra.

"Stand up."

Alicia stood.

"Turn around."

Alicia turned. Camilla yanked down her joggers, and Alicia gasped. When she tried to turn, Camilla placed a hand on her back and asked, "Did I say turn?"

Alicia stopped. Camilla bent her at the waist, drew back her hand, and planted a hard smack on her ass.

"Ow! What the f—"

A second hard whack followed, turning Alicia's words into a yelp of pain. A third, then a fourth spanking followed before Camilla stopped. Alicia clutched her red bottom.

"Stand up," Camilla ordered and Alicia did.

She turned Alicia around, adjusted her glasses, and said, "I will discipline you if I have to, but it's inefficient. Are you going to start listening, or do I need to take further measures?"

"Listen," Alicia grumbled and rubbed her ass.

"Put on your outfit. I want you to take some cute selfies in it to send to Dennis."

"Dennis?"

"Your date. His name is Dennis," Camilla said. "And pull yourself together. You don't want your date to think you're unhappy, right? Five stars, Ali. That's the goal."

***

"I'll handle Dad," Camilla said.

Alicia's anxiety was at a peak as she looked in her mirror. The tight white top had the words, "Tell your girlfriend I said thanks," across it, and her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. The skirt was a pleated red and green mini, and paired with the black pleasers it really gave off the slutty schoolgirl vibe. She wore her hair in pigtails at Camilla's order.

"Cami, please," she begged once more. "I can't do it!"

"I think you can. In fact, I know you can. I believe in you. All you need to do is be cute, have fun, suck his dick, and get that review."

"What if he wants more than a blowjob?" Alicia asked.

"Burn that bridge when you come to it. You'll know how to do what's right. I'm pretty sure he'll be happy with a suckjob."

"Pretty sure?"

"Confident, I'd say. Now, let's get this show on the road. I'll send you his picture once you're in the lot at the club. Give me five minutes, and I'll have Dad out of the way and leave you a clear path to the door."

And Camilla left the room. Alicia paced, watching the minutes tick by on her phone until it was time for her exit.

***

Alicia had never been to a strip club. She'd never even considered going. Now she sat in her car, in the parking lot of Holes on Poles, staring at the neon sign and shaking. She had twenty minutes before her meeting with her date.

Her phone pinged with a message from Camilla.

"Your chat log with Dennis," the message read, and attached were several screenshots. "Take a minute and familiarize yourself with the conversation."

Alicia tapped the first screenshot and her already sour mood took a nosedive. Camilla, posing as her, had made her out to be a ditzy, submissive bimbo, and one that seemingly loved being degraded. Dennis loved the persona.

And that was when she came across the first photo of her date. She groaned and considered, again, what avenues for escape she had. There were none. She thought about the running shoes, the rape gangs, being starving and homeless, disowned and desperate.

Dennis was easily twice her age, with a bald head and a thin ring of hair around his ears. In the photo he looked tall and out of shape, with a belly that hung over his beltline. In the photo, he wore a flannel shirt and too-tight jeans, along with a pair of worn cowboy boots.

Further screenshots of the conversation described "Alicia's" ideal first date, which Camilla described as an anti-date.

"All the boys my age want to take me to the movies or dinner," the messages read. "But fuck that. I don't need to be treated like a princess. Take me somewhere unexpected and act like a real man. So what if I'm pretty? I've got the body of a sex doll, and a cute little mouth that's never been used the way it should be."

"Goddamn, girl!" Dennis' reply read. "You must be one hot little slut!"

"Not really," Camilla replied. "I just want to experience something different from all the timid little boys. I think an experience with an older man might give me what I've been missing, the kind of fantasy I rub my cunt to at night. Like a man who just wants to use my mouth and send me home to Daddy, where I kiss him good night with cum on my breath."

"Well, I'm gonna show you a good time," Dennis said. "I got a special spot. This nice little titty club called Holes on Poles. It would be so hot to watch some topless babe grind on you and get you all hot. Then I'll take you out to the parking lot and feed you this dick."

Accompanying this statement was a photo of Dennis's manhood, hard in his hand. It was only the second penis Alicia had seen so blatantly exposed, not counting her recent porno experience. It looked much bigger than her boyfriend's, and it seemed so angry, like it had been neglected for far too long.

Her stomach heaved as she envisioned Dennis pushing her head into his lap, his big angry penis slipping between her lips. She opened the car door and sucked in the night air as she imagined him angrily jamming his length into her mouth, choking and gagging her like the girls in the videos.

Somehow, she managed to hold back tears as she breathed the warm evening air. She looked at the club again. A small group of men made their way inside. She had five minutes to meet her date.

"Maybe it won't be that bad," she said to herself.

If the strippers got him horny, maybe it would be quick, like Camilla said. She could go home and vomit, then forget about it. Maybe.

As she stood up and locked the car, she didn't feel convinced. The queasy feeling in her stomach grew worse as she walked toward the door. It grew before her, looming like the fiery gate to her own personal hell. Then she reached the man outside the door.

"ID, please," he said and put out his giant hand.

Alicia simply stared at the hand for a moment until the man cleared his throat.

"Oh," she said at last and rummaged in her little purse.

She handed over the ID, which the man checked carefully, then said to her tits, "No cover for ladies. Go on in and have fun."

He opened the door. The blaring music blasted her in the face and Alicia took a step back. Nervous tension froze her legs in place. She tried to will her foot to move but it wouldn't.

"You going in, honey?" the man asked.

"I got her," another voice said from behind, and when Alicia turned, she panned her eyes up to the grinning face of her date. "Come on, babe," Dennis said and took hold of her arm. "Let's get it on!"

Alicia stumbled along precariously on her heels, swept through the door by her date's rough tug, and then the door shut behind them.

Dennis turned to her and put his hands on her arms, looking her up and down. He whistled and shouted over the music, "You look like a sweet piece of ass! I love it! Come on. Lemme get you a drink."

Alicia, wide-eyed, staggered into the club with Dennis leading her by the arm. They passed through the inner door, and the music went up in volume. Colored spotlights lit the darkened club while bright whites shone down on a central stage and two smaller side stages.

On the center stage, a topless brunette stumbled and fell. She wore a set of ridiculous heels, which she clearly had no idea how to walk in. Even in the dim light, Alicia could see the flush of humiliation on her face, and the wide-eyed look of fear and disbelief.

"Fuck Puppet, everyone," a voice said over the loudspeaker.

A collective jeer and peels of laughter accompanied the girl's attempt to use the pole to stand back up. Alicia's attention focused back on her own predicament, as Dennis brought them to the back of the line for the bar.

His hand left her arm and rested on her ass. Alicia squeaked in surprise when he gave it a hard squeeze. Then his finger slipped under the string of the tiny panties Camilla made her wear, and probed her anus. Alicia was so stunned that her instinct to slap him made her raise her hand. But she caught herself and lowered it.

"Bet none of those boys have ever even tried to put it in this sexy ass of yours, have they?" Dennis shouted into her ear.

Alicia shook her head.

"One of these nights, I'd love to wreck your little butthole. But I gotta say, those big pouty lips of yours are looking mighty good. Can't wait to get 'em around my cock!"

Alicia had no response for that, and thankfully didn't need one, as the man in front of them left with his drinks, and they were up next. Dennis ordered for the both of them, but Alicia had no idea what he'd gotten.

While the bartender worked on their order, Dennis turned back to his date, and further violated her by sliding his hand directly under her top and groping one of Alicia's braless breasts. She gasped out loud, which gave Dennis the mistaken impression that she was into it, and he gave her nipple a painful tug before withdrawing his hand.

"Shit, sweetie," he shouted. "You oughta apply for a job here! Those melons would make you a killing!"

"I—"

"Hold on, babe," Dennis cut her off, and turned to a redhead in a lacy bra and panty set, who was passing by. "Darla," he shouted.

The woman turned and slapped him on the arm.

"Hey, D," she squealed. "You want to do the room with me?"

Dennis shook his head, and some of the girl's excitement fled. "I got a date tonight," Dennis shouted, and he yanked on Alicia's arm.

She stumbled forward.

"This here's Ali," he said. "She's never been to a club. I'd like to watch her get some good action with you. That okay?"

The redhead looked Alicia up and down, and her lips curled into something of a frown. Then, she plastered on a fake smile, which Alicia was certain Dennis believed was genuine.

"Sure, hun," she said. "I'll come find you after I'm off the stage."

Dennis nodded, put his arm around Alicia, and shouted into her ear, "That slut's got tits almost as nice as yours. You're gonna love getting those sweater puppies in your face, honey. Guarantee, even if you ain't into girls, she'll make your cunt wet as spring!"

Alicia swallowed the taste of bile. Dennis turned back to the bartender, accepted their drinks, and pushed one into Alicia's hand. It was red and reeked. She drank half the glass in one long swallow, which earned her a hard slap on the back from an ebulient Dennis.

Her date guided her toward a two-seater couch with a small table in front of it, where he sat down and pulled a squealing Alicia into his lap. One hand held his drink, while the other went around Alicia's waist and rested on her bare tummy. She sipped at her drink and tried to ignore the feeling of Dennis' cock under her ass.

This was made more difficult, however, as Dennis repeatedly rubbed his crotch against her. The girl on the center stage, Fuck Puppet, crawled off and was replaced by Darla. The redhead, obviously far more experienced, had no trouble with her heels.

Thankfully, Dennis was into her performance, and he satisfied himself with bouncing Alicia on his crotch while he fondled her tits through her top. With little else to do but dwell on her misfortune, Alicia watched the dancer, too.

While it was gross to get felt up like a piece of meat by some stranger, the drink began to work on her and took away the worst of the worry. There was still an abundant supply of worry, however, and Alicia tried to ease it by watching the other girls move around the club. Everywhere she looked were men on couches, some of them with women.

Dancers sat on some of their laps, dollar bills poking out of panty bands. Some were topless, while others were grinding on customers. Alicia spotted the uncomfortable brunette, Fuck Puppet, sitting on the lap of a hulking man with a gray beard and tattoos down his arms. He had both her tits squeezed firmly in his hands, and he was bouncing the girl on his lap as though they were fucking. That must be her imagination.

When Darla left the stage to a round of catcalls and a flurry of bills, the redhead made her way over to the couch where Alicia's date was happily groping her tits.

"There's my favorite girl," Dennis said and casually shoved Alicia off of his lap.

She fell over on the couch and Dennis patted the space she'd just vacated. For one terrible second, Alicia felt indignant. Wasn't she his date? That second passed quickly and she admonished herself.

Darla sat in her place and flashed Alicia a smug smile.

"Sure you don't want the private treatment for yourself?" she asked Dennis.

"Nah. I'll take it for the little bimbo there, though. I just gotta watch the two of you together, you know?"

"Sure thing, babe," Darla said and slid off his lap.

She hauled Alicia up from the couch. "Come on, kitten tits. You and me got a date."

Grinning with glee, Dennis followed as Darla dragged a reluctant Alicia behind her by the arm. They passed a set of ropes, which took them into a hallway lined with closed rooms. One of these stood open. Darla led them inside and gave a nod to the bouncer who stood in the hallway.

Inside, Dennis forked over a wad of bills, which Darla counted before setting them aside with her other bounty. She stepped up to a screen and selected a playlist, then returned and pushed Alicia down onto a couch. Dennis stood to the side, leering.

Darla's first song began, and the redhead lithely moved against Alicia's body, pressing her large tits against Alicia's own. Her warm lips brushed Alicia's and remained close for a few seconds, before she pulled them away and arched her body back nearly in half.

Alicia set her palms firmly on the couch, unsure of what she was supposed to do, if anything. She glanced at Dennis, who fondled his cock through his pants as he watched. Darla then sat back up and mashed her tits into Alicia's face, smothering her.

When she pulled away and Alicia could breathe again, the redhead deftly swung one long leg over Alicia's head, and suddenly her ass was in Alicia's face and Darla's hands were planted on the ground. Her legs went over Alicia's shoulders and settled on the back of the couch. Alicia flinched back as Darla jammed her cunt into her reluctant partner's face.

Alicia could smell the girl's arousal and sweat as Darla expertly ground her pussy into Alicia's mouth and nose, leaving a smattering of cunt honey on her face. Dennis chuckled and said, "That's the way, Darla! Feed that little slut some pussy."

Darla swung her body around again, and slid her hands to her back, where she unhooked the catch on her bra. She held it over her tits as she writhed in Alicia's lap, slowly teasing the cups away until they covered only her nipples. Then the bra came off and Darla tossed it aside.

Alicia couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They filled her entire field of view. It seemed rude to shut her eyes, and so she watched them jiggle as Darla ground her pussy against Alicia's lap.

The girl hefted one breast and pushed it into Alicia's slightly open mouth. Alicia made a muffled protest, but Darla didn't seem to hear. She put one hand on Alicia's head and crammed more titflesh into her mouth. Alicia's tongue rolled over Darla's nipple and the redhead groaned.

"You like those titties, baby?" Darla hissed. "Suck on that titty for me. That's the way."

Dennis growled in his throat as he watched, presumably still fondling his hard-on, while Alicia struggled to comprehend why she couldn't have just been a nice big sister. Everything was her fault. She'd been a lazy and bratty bitch, and now she was being suffocated by a stripper's giant melons.

Darla relented and pulled her boob from Alicia's mouth, leaving a sticky sting of spit connecting the two of them. She took Alicia's clammy hands and put them on her tits, encouraging her to squeeze them as she continued to grind in time to the music.

"Get a good feel, girl," Dennis said from the side. "Those are some of the best jugs in this fine establishment. Bet your little pussy's getting all wet just touching them, ain't it?"

It was then that Alicia had the horrific realization that what Dennis said was true. She could feel it. This whole thing was turning her on. How could that be? It wasn't fair!

Darla reached down and, before Alicia could react, the stripper pulled Alicia's top up and over her bare tits.

"What—" Alicia started but Darla silenced her by abruptly pushing her tongue into Alicia's mouth.

Dennis clapped his hands and said, "Tongue her, you dirty bitch! Fuck, yeah!"

Alicia had no idea how to react. They clung miserably to the stripper's jugs and sat frozen as the girl's tongue moved in her mouth. Darla's warm, wet lips adhered to Alicia's like glue to paper until something in Alicia responded. And she moved her own lips in a clumsy imitation of a kiss.

Darla tugged painfully on one of Alicia's nipples, making Alicia squeal into the kiss while Dennis laughed. When the stripper finally broke away, Alicia's face was covered by a smear of her pink lipstick. The redhead then pushed herself up to her feet, and Alicia was eye-level with her crotch.

Then she swayed as she slid her panties down her legs until she deftly kicked them away. Alicia was suddenly confronted by her first fully nude woman other than herself. And before her mind could process that fact, Darla pushed Alicia's head back with one hand and jammed her wet cunt right into Alicia's face.

Alicia squealed with dismay, which Darla mistook for excitement, and the stripper ground her fuckbox back and forth across Alicia's mouth and nose. Alicia raised her arms, intent on pushing the girl away, but Darla easily snatched both her wrists and held them over her head as she moaned and fucked herself on Alicia's unwilling face.

Dennis, no longer content with being an observer, took a seat next to Alicia. As Darla used her face, her date pushed his hand between her legs and his big fingers rubbed the crease of Alicia's pussy. She bucked her hips and mumbled into the stripper's cunt, but Darla's grip on her was like iron.

"You see?" Dennis said. "I told you Darla would get you good and wet. You're loving that, aren't you, sweetie?"

To punctuate his point, Dennis easily slid the little string of Alicia's panties to the side, and his finger ran between her embarrassingly wet lips. Alicia groaned with a mixture of terror and arousal, as her date's big finger slid along the slick slit of her pussy.

It was here that the song began to wind down, and Darla pulled her cunt away from Alicia's flushed face, leaving it wet and sticky with her juices. Dennis pulled his hand from Alicia's crotch and licked his fingers, while Darla purred and began to lick her own cunt from Alicia's stunned face. When the song finally ended, Darla stood up and put her skimpy set back on.

"Thanks, kitten," she said. "That was fun. You two want another?"

Alicia couldn't make words. Dennis, however, shook his head and said, "Nah. That got me ready to blow, and I got just the thing to take care of it."

"Sure, hun," Darla said and headed toward the door.

Dennis tugged Alicia up by her arm and dragged her toward the door, stumbling and wide-eyed as she struggled to process everything that had just happened. She was still trying to make sense of it all when Dennis led her to a restroom door and pushed it open.

He pulled her into an open stall and shut the door, then plunked her down onto the toilet. Alicia's head spun with how fast it had all happened.

"There's your throne, darlin'," Dennis said with a chuckle.

"What?" Alicia finally said.

Then Dennis pulled out his cock and it slapped Alicia in the forehead.

"Time for that mouthbanging you wanted so bad," her date growled.

"I don't—" Alicia began, but Dennis jammed his penis into her mouth.

"Glug!" Alicia said, and she slapped at his chest.

"Aw, shit," Dennis said with a groan. "That's the way. Just like we talked about!"

With her date forcing the length of his prick into her airway, Alicia was having difficulty recalling the details of the conversation Camilla had with him. Had this been what they talked about? Then Dennis took hold of her pigtails, and Alicia forgot about everything else but trying to breathe.

The big man pummeled her throat for a good few seconds, while Alicia fought the urge to vomit each time his dick forced its way into her. But then the man let loose her pigtails and pulled his slimy prick from her mouth. Alicia sucked in a breath.

"Almost damn forgot," Dennis said and slapped his forehead. "You wanted this on video, right?"

Without asking for permission, he tugged Alicia's purse up and pulled her phone out of it. He swiped up, turned the screen toward her to unlock it, then opened her camera.

Alicia wiped drool from her chin and tears from her eyes. Camilla needed her video, and Alicia had a line to deliver. If she failed, this whole thing would be for nothing. It was only a few words, but as Dennis tapped the button and prepared to plunge his dick back into her mouth, she couldn't remember what she was supposed to say.

"Say, ah!" Dennis said and laughed.

Then it came to her. "Please rate my date five stars and enjoy using my mouth!"

Dennis laughed again and pushed his slick knob back into her mouth. His free hand flew to the back of Alicia's head and pushed her down, forcing her face into her balls. Alicia sputtered and choked as saliva burst forth from her packed mouth to spatter against Dennis's crotch. Her date grunted with each hard thrust into her abused throat, while Alicia clung to his hips with a white-knuckled grip of pained horror.

"Take it," Dennis said. "Take that cock, slut. Give Daddy Dennis a happy ending. That's the way!"

The minute or so it took for Dennis to reach his climax seemed to Alicia like hours. The big man called her a whore, a slut, a cocksucker, and battered her face so hard that Alicia was sure her lips would be bruised. The excitement of watching her get face-raped by a stripper, though, must have greatly excited him.

"Aw, shit," he mumbled. "Shit!"

Suddenly, Alicia's mouth was vacant. A second later, a hot jet of semen struck her on the forehead. She flinched and shut her eyes, just before another blast pasted them shut. Dennis groaned and released three more successive shots across her face, coating her lips, her nose, and her chin in his spunk.

When he'd finished, he breathed a long sigh and said, "Been saving that up since we started talking. Goddamn, what a relief."

Alicia, unable to open her eyes and reluctant to do so even if she could, ran the back of her hand over her face.

"Well, you are a right mess," Dennis said. "A pretty goddamned mess."

She heard him set her phone on the back of the toilet. True gentleman that he was, he then stuffed a wad of toilet paper into her hand before leaving the stall to wash his hands. Alicia dabbed the paper across her eyes first, opened them, and grabbed another handful to work on the rest of her face.

As she did, she imagined what a mess she actually did look like. One of her pigtails had come undone. Her top was soaked through with her own drool. She could only guess the state of her makeup. Perhaps the worst of all, though, was how wet her panties were. That was unbelievable. It couldn't be true.

Dennis returned and stood in the stall doorway.

"Honey, that was the perfect anti-date. Hope it was everything you wanted. I'm gonna scoot to top this number off, but I'll message you on the app."

He left her there in the stall, with the remains of his semen on her face. She'd never felt more humiliated, violated, and used. How things could possibly get any worse… well, she supposed they could. She could be homeless and fleeing a rape gang.

She did, however, have the video for Camilla. And if Dennis didn't leave that five-star review, she contemplated her first murder. If nothing else, she'd earned that goddamned rating! The prick better deliver.

Alicia slowly stood and retrieved her phone, then wobbled to the sink to clean the rest of Dennis' load from her face. Her makeup was completely ruined, too. That had to go. When she was done, the only thing that remained was a small pink smear near her bottom lip.

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