Life as a good little girl/With his eyes shut Rob spews his cum straight at the shower
From Create Your Own Story
When Rob turns you freeze, fingers buried in your pussy, the other hand pulling hard on your tiny tit. Thank God his eyes are closed, because there's no way he'd fail to miss you looking out at him otherwise. You know you should close the bathroom curtain the rest of the way. Right now it's open a good foot on your end, leaving your naked body wide open to his gaze if he were to open your eyes.
The little devil in you makes you shift to the right so that your full body is in view. Your legs spread of their own accord and a couple of fingers slip inside you, moving with extra vigor, slamming up inside your inexplicably wet gash while the others tug and twist on your hard, sore nipple.
"Oh yeah, do that! Harder!" Rob grunts, almost as if he can see you. But with his eyes closed you know it's just a co-incidence. Still, you obey him, and bite your lips against cries of pleasure and cries of pain.
"F-fucking..." Rob staggers forward a step, "C-cum dump..." another step. "Whore!"
Rob is standing right at the edge of the shower, leaning against the corner while his hand whips up and down his big thick dick. In his other hand is his phone, stretched out toward you, its display no doubt showing him disgusting pictures of teenage girl being brutally fucked by rough burly men. A little gasp escapes you and you try to impale your pussy even harder than before.
"Dirty... tease!" he grunts, barely comprehensible as his back arches. In unison with his final exclaimation white liquid spurts out of his dick toward you. Your legs seem to go weak at the sight, sending you down to your butt, lining your face up perfectly with his first shot. Warmth hits your eyebrow, and blobs coat your lashes. The second shot hits your nose and lips. The third hits your chest. The next pulses forth weakly, yet for some reason you find your arm reaching out, as if to catch the last drops. Sure enough you feel the warm liquid searing your forearm, followed by drips on your hands and fingers as he makes one last feeble shot before stepping back to lean against the counter.
"God, you are such a filthy little pro," Rob gasps out to his fantasy girl, head tilted back as his chest heaves. "Gonna send this video to all my friends."
Ew, you think, but just a little. You're too busy staring at the cum on your arm to think about guys trading their dirty porn. It isn't until you hear the door open that you realize he could have easily opened his eyes and seen you. The thought makes the hand he coated go to your eager little pussy, and you rub up and down its length, savoring the feelings.
No wonder Tiff was a slut. If it felt half as good to get fucked as it did to masturbate to things like this then you'd sleep with the entire school. The thought brings a flush of shame to your face and a you stuff the goo coated fingers into your snatch. Your other hand scrapes the line of cum from your forearm.
Bringing the white fluid to your mouth you suck the finger in like it's coated in sugar, licking it until it's clean.
As you pull the digit as deep into your mouth as you possibly can the door opens, nearly slamming against the wall as your oldest brother enters, making a bee-line for the toilet. Frozen, you stare at the tall, broad back of your oldest step-sibling.
Like Rob before him he stands before the toilet, the loud sound of urine striking water (for the most part, when it doesn't strike the seat). The small rational part of your mind tells you to close the glass partition, but neither pussy nor mouth want to stop sucking at the digits within them, and neither hand wants to move. You tell your feet to move, but instead of nudging the door closed they merely spread further, giving you easier access to your hot little pussy.
"God I needed that," Danny mutters, turning away from the toilet. "Damn, someone left the water running. Better turn that off."
You freeze in place, as if that might make you invisible. Fortunately he goes to the other end of the shower, opens the partition a couple of inches, and reaches a thick burly arm in to turn off the cascading water.
"There. Now let me take a look at this hot little fuck-bunny," he says. The clear glass of the shower partition is still foggy from the hot water, but you can see his hulking shape. His arm extends and you see a phone remarkably like Rob's encased in his large hand. The familiar sound of male masturbation makes its way to your ears.
The camera lens looks like it is staring lecherously straight down at you. Although you know Danny is just watching a video or picture of some cheap little whore with no decency whatsoever you pretend that he's actually watching you. Masturbating to the site of you.
Protected by the steamed-up partitions of the window you resume plunging fingers in and out of your pussy and mouth.
"Yeah, slut, do that. You want men pile-driving you every day, sticking their giant pricks up your filthy little snatch. Have them bend you over and slam themselves deep up your little asshole.
Reminded of that neglected hole you slip your butt forward, moving your fingers from pussy to ass. Coated in cunt slime you manage to force one finger a little bit into the tight orifice.
"Harder, whore, fuck it harder. Beg for it."
Biting your lip you force the finger past the reluctant entrance, thankful that you'd move the finger from mouth to breast as your teeth dig into your lips.
"You're such a cock-pleaser, aren't you? You'd do anything for a man, let anyone grope you anywhere. Bend you over in public and fuck you while everyone else watches."
Flushing at the thought you pump a finger deep into your ass, moving the other hand from breast to pussy. As Danny continues spewing foul words to the whore on the phone's screen you fuck yourself hard, trying to force as many digits as you can into each hole. Everytime he says something degrading and nasty to the screen you nod vigorously and feel yourself getting hotter and wetter.
Abruptly Danny staggers forward, bumping into the partition, his forehead resting against the wall next to the shower opening, his absolutely massive dick entering the stall, his big calloused hands jerking hard as he spewed line after line of hot, white liquid. It lands in your hair, on your face, in your gaping mouth. It splatters on the finger of the hand fucking your hungry cunt. You reluctantly jerk your fingers free of your asshole, not wanting the next, weaker shot of fluid to go to waste on the shower's tiles. Instead you catch it in your shaking hand and nearly reach out to grasp the twitching dick. You stop yourself just in time, but not before the last dribble comes out and falls upon the tips of your fingers.
Danny gasps and pants, leaning his head on the wall, and you withdraw your hand, staring at the pearly liquid upon it, wanting to keep pushing toward an orgasm of your own, yet somehow unable to make yourself reach that plateau. You've never been able to make yourself feel better than you feel now, even though lately you've been trying many times every day. With Danny right around the corner you withdraw your hand and freeze, praying that he won't notice.
It seems that your prayers are answered as he walks past, washing his hands quickly in the sink, muttering something about no towel before he opens the door and heads out.
For a moment you stay still, relieved at not being noticed and frustrated at your inability to make yourself cum.
