Chapter 10

After that, blowing Niko became a regular thing. Whenever Mom was out of the house, he’d push me to my knees and cum either into my mouth or onto my exposed tits.

Then, once I got better at it, he didn’t even wait for Mom to leave the house. He’d send her into the kitchen to start getting dinner ready, grab my hair, and lead me to his cock. One time, she came into the room before I’d even had a chance to swallow his cum.

She didn’t suspect anything, of course. Stupid whore.

One day, I was laying on the couch in the latest set of underwear that Niko had told me to buy (a pair of black crotchless panties and bra that somehow went around my tits without actually covering anything) when he stumbled in, and just spent a few minutes staring at me.

I pretended not to notice, but I probably gave it away the fifth time I “innocently” stretched. Niko may have been a creep, but he was still a guy ... and honestly, it was pretty impressive that he thought a cheap little tramp like me was worth looking at.

“Okay,” he grunted, and I was on my knees in front of him before he’d even finished unbuckling his belt.

To my surprise, he picked me up (by the hair - ow!) and threw me back on the couch. Before I could even say anything, he was laying on top of me, his weight trapping me on the couch.

I just lay there, stunned, as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and my eyes widened as he reached down to position his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy.

Before he’d come in I’d just gotten off, and so I was still wet as he pushed forward, meeting no resistance.

I lay there passively as Niko fucked me, taking my virginity. I don’t think he even realized what a big occasion this was - as far as he was concerned, I was just a wet hole for him to get off in.

He did all the moving, thrusting in and out as I just shivered beneath him, getting wetter and wetter the longer he fucked me. Finally, he began to shudder - a sign that I recognized from two months of going down on him as a sign he was getting close - and my pussy pulsed with my own orgasm as he unloaded inside me.

Neither of us said a word as he got up. I followed his gaze to see that my pussy was dribbling his cum onto the couch.

“Better clean that up,” he grunted, and left the room. After bringing myself off twice more, I did what he said. I couldn’t get the stain off the couch, but I knew it wouldn’t matter - Mom had long since stopped worrying about those.

The next morning, Niko came and joined me in the shower, as he often did.

“Not a little cocktease any more, are ya?” he grunted, and I didn’t say anything as he lifted me up slightly so he could fuck me standing up, just held onto the door for support.

That night, after Mom had gone to bed, he came into my room and fucked me again. I bit into my pillow so I wouldn’t scream as I came, and when I was done, he gave me a light slap on the ass and left without a word.

Over the next few weeks, Niko must have blown his load into me at least two or three dozen times. By the end of the second week, he didn’t even try to hide it from Mom any more. She just sat there and watched, a sad look on her face, as I climaxed around Niko’s cock again and again.

I think it was good for them, though, like as a couple. Niko started hitting her less (only when she really deserved it). I don’t think I ever saw them fucking again after that, although he’d sometimes let her suck his cock.

No, whenever Niko wanted to cum, he’d just find me - whatever I was doing - and slip into my wet pussy. After a while, it sort of felt nice - like, at least I was better than my Mom. I was a mostly-worthless cumbucket, but Mom wasn’t even that. My young pussy was fresh enough to be used; hers was totally worthless.