The Second Degradation of Alice
Copyright© 2025 by tiffany58
Chapter 13: Sunday
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Sunday - A young woman is recovering from years of degradation at the hands of a group of mature men. But an invite to a school reunion triggers emotional flashbacks and leads her towards a second degrading life. How will she survive?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Consensual BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Public Sex Teacher/Student Prostitution
Once I reached the shop, Fat Mo, wearing a pink housecoat over her ample rolls of fat, stroked my tear and cum-stained face and told me “So, twenty Friday night, fourteen in the morning, a dozen in the early evening after the big match, and then ten more last night – makes a grand total of 56 paying cocks in you in 36 hours, plus a few who came back for sloppy seconds – well done girl! You really are Slutty Alice! “And I know you enjoyed it as I lost count of how many times you came while they fucked you – you made great viewing while I was in bed! I came three times myself just watching you! Now, come upstairs and let us get you cleaned up and looking pretty.”
I smiled at the thought of her satisfying herself while watching my debauchery, and found myself liking the fat woman who had been managing my weekend of sordid degradation. She took my arm and helped me limp up another flight of stairs to her apartment above the sex shop, and took me into her plush bathroom. Mo turned on the shower, removed her housecoat, showing me her pendulous breasts and rolls of tummy fat, a hairy pussy hiding under the fat, and a big ass, before taking my hand and leading me into the large shower cubicle with her.
Mo started by washing my hair, which felt wonderful as she massaged my scalp that was tender from all the hair-pulling I had endured. She then moved slowly down my body, washing and cleaning each bruised and scratched breast, and swollen nipple, slowly and tenderly. Then my stomach, and then my back. She then lowered herself gingerly to her knees in front of me, and proceeded to soap and wash each leg and foot in turn, up to, but just below, my vagina and buttocks. Finally, she looked up at me and smiling told me “Now for the best bits.”
As she knelt there under the shower, she pushed my legs wide apart, and then began to clean me. She soaped and washed my pussy, at first externally but then pulling each of my fleshy, and still swollen, labia apart and washing the inside of my cleft. Finally spending a good deal of time on my clitoris, which naturally responded to her touch. My arousal levels were climbing rapidly, and so when she at last started to clean the inside of my love tunnel, first with two soapy fingers and then three, I could feel the orgasm building from my core.
Her fingers moved inside me probing and searching for my internal hot spot and, when she could tell by my gasping breaths and clenching pussy, she was in the right place, dropped her mouth on to my enlarged clitoris. She sucked, licked, and chewed on my precious nub, until I could take no more. I grabbed her head and looked to the ceiling, my eyes rolling up under my lids as wave after wave of agonising ecstasy roared through my gaping cunt and up through my entire body – “Oh Mo – that is wonderful. Do not stop.”
But stop she did, and spun me round so that my bum was at face height to her cum-covered face (my cum obviously.) “One last place to clean - bend over darling and spread those lovely cheeks,” she muttered, as she started to wash my bruised behind. It did not take long before one, then two, soapy fingers pushed their way into my anal ring, which had almost, but not completely, returned to its pre-orgy tightness. As she massaged my anal walls, her other hand slid round to my waiting pussy and continued where it had left off just a few minutes before.
After yet another wonderful orgasm at the hands and tongue of Fat Mo, I helped her stagger back to her feet. She stood close against me, her big breasts crushing my small ones, held my face in both hands, and pushed her lips against mine in a hopefully passionate kiss. Her hopes were eagerly achieved, as I opened my mouth to her and we shared a long and sensuous kiss.
Eventually, as the shower was running out of hot water, Mo told me there was one more necessary indignity I had to endure, and pointed to the enema kit waiting beside the wash basin. I nodded my understanding and acceptance of the indignity, and once out of the shower, I was bent over the washbasin and had, first my vagina, and then my colon thoroughly washed out.
Having dried each other, and Mo having brushed out my hair and put it back into a tidy ponytail, she took me to her kitchen, both still naked, where she gave me a light breakfast and some much-needed coffee. I sat at her kitchen table and each time she passed close to me she bent to kiss me and stroke a breast or my back, loving tender caresses that were so different to the way I had been treated by all the men.
Once we had eaten, she took me by the hand, led me into her bedroom, which was covered in pink, and took me to bed. She was still tender in her caresses, but there was no misunderstanding what she wanted and was going to do. She pushed my legs wide apart and then up to my breasts and dropped her mouth onto my welcoming pussy – breakfast had obviously not been sufficiently satisfying to reduce her need to eat warm flesh. When her fingers joined in the delightful invasion of my vagina I was in heaven and held, and stroked, her head between my folded-up legs. The finger invasion gradually took on greater urgency, as two fingers were joined by a third, and then a fourth, and I realised that, whether I wanted it or not, I was about to be fisted for the first time since my old men had gangbanged me for their own pleasure. I felt her thumb trying to squeeze in beside its finger mates, and as it broke through to join the others, Mo sat up so she could watch her own hand disappear inside my body.
“Ohhh, Goddddd!” I gasped as she began to move her fist inside my uterus, going deeper on each push until her whole hand and wrist were inside me, past the wrist bones and up her forearm - I thought she would breach my cervix at any moment. Still buried deep inside me, she lowered her mouth once more and suckled on my desperate clitoris – an earth-shattering orgasm shot through me and my juices sprayed out around her buried hand, covering her face once more in my copious fluids.
As I slowly recovered, she gently withdrew her wet hand, lowered my legs to the bed, and climbed up my body, showering kisses all over me as she wriggled up between my spread legs, until she could suck, lick, and chew on my breasts and nipples. She continued her climb up my small body, her weight crushing me under her gross fat body, until she could lower her lips and give me another long passionate kiss. For a long while we just lay in each other’s arms, kissing and stroking until she decided she wanted more of what all the men had had over the last two days.
Flipping me over on to my front and then lifting my hips so my bum was up in the air, she pushed my knees wide apart with her own chubby legs. Grabbing a large dildo and some lube from her bedside table, she started to give my puckered hole and colon another battering, like it had received all night. She was not gentle and loving like she had been when we were kissing, but instead she was just as brutal as any of the men.
When she threw the dildo down on the bed, I thought my ordeal was over, but when Mo growled “I have not done this for years – I am so going to enjoy destroying you, my little Slut” I knew the worst was still to come
I watched her pouring more lube on her fingers and hand, I knew what was coming. For what seemed an eternity, but probably was only minutes with the mood she was in, Mo began inserting her fingers in my gaping anus. When she gleefully told me “That is four – now for my thumb and then you get the whole fist!”
The thumb slid in beside her fingers and suddenly my anal ring gave up the fight and her whole fist was in me. Very soon after, she gleefully told me again, her whole hand was in me, past her wrist and more of her arm was disappearing with each push. I was in agony and there was not going to be another orgasm from me, however long she fist-fucked me. She reached for her phone and took some pictures of her arm buried in my bowels, which she had apparently also done when she was wrist-deep in my cunt as well. When she finally withdrew completely from me, she took more photos of my ass, gaping wide and letting her zoom in on my inner anal walls.
he left me spread-eagled on my face on the bed, vagina and anus both still gaping and leaking lubricant from where she had abused me. The bedside clock told me it was still only two o’clock on the Sunday afternoon, and I fell fast asleep thinking it must all be nearly over. Or was it?