Both with the Son and with the Dad

Dear Erotikes-Istories.com, I also decided to write to you about an erotic story of mine that happened to me when I had gone to Thessaloniki for my studies. On the rooftop of the apartment building where I had rented a small apartment, there was a laundry area. There I would go up every Saturday and wash my clothes. I was studying at a hairdressing school and my finances didn't yet allow for pointless extravagances or luxuries. I had dreams for my life and I wanted to get the good life as quickly as I could. Wearing a black skirt and a pink fluffy sweater, I took the basin with the dirty laundry and called the elevator. A stifled little voice of fear escaped my lips when I saw before me the son of the apartment building's superintendent. Kostas was a twenty-five-year-old young man who looked at me shamelessly every time he met me. Because I paid him no mind, he always expressed himself vulgarly and once he had even shown me his thick cock. Perhaps if I had been one of the easy girls I would have sat down for a quick fuck, but I had principles and didn't give my pussy wherever I happened to be. "Where did the little countess... of the bug put it?" he asked sarcastically and made room for me to enter the elevator.

The space was particularly limited. The scent of his sweaty body was pervasive. He had been running and his t-shirt had stuck to his muscular body. I preferred to remain silent but when we stopped on his floor, instead of getting out alone, he covered my mouth and forcibly led me to his apartment. His parents were away and so no one could help me.

"Now you modest little slut will learn to respect men like me," he told me and bit my earlobe hard.

Tears sprang from the corners of my eyes but at the same time I was angry with myself for being afraid of him. Kostas shoved his hands under the soft pullover I was wearing and twisted my nipples. Immediately afterwards he declared that with pain games and the cum he would make me take, I would submit to his power. I let him believe I was prepared to stoically endure everything but the knee I gave to his balls declared the opposite all too clearly. "Whore, slut!" he growled as he doubled over in two from the pain.

I looked at him defiantly and holding my head high I headed towards the front door. Only I didn't manage to open it because his hands grabbed me and seconds later I found myself with my skirt pulled down to my knees. He grabbed me by the hair and after turning me towards him he gave me two loud slaps. Then he dragged me into a room lit only by a blinding red spotlight. I didn't even realize when he stripped me naked nor when he tied me with my legs spread open on a gynecological exam table. I knew he was a medical student but I didn't expect him to have even this special chair. "We'll play the doctor game," he said hoarsely as he undressed. His cock was god-like and was oozing abundant pre-cum. He put on a medical smock as well as a pair of plastic gloves.

"So, my dear lady, I have a way to make your anorgasmic little pussy cum," he said, giving a professional tone to his voice.

He turned on two powerful spotlights and showed me a clothespin. I asked him what he intended to do to me and laughing maliciously he answered that my little pussy needed a lot of spanking to behave. The first spank made me scream from the pain but with the second, lust flooded my orgasm-deprived body. I had only had sex once and I didn't like it at all, because my lover had left me high and dry. And at that moment I realized that I really was anorgasmic because I avoided even masturbating. Kostas showed me a long red clothespin and then pushed it into my vagina. When he started opening and closing it inside me I screamed from pleasure and began begging him to fuck me.

"So now you're getting me in the mood!" he said angrily and immediately ordered me not to cum because I would regret it. He shoved another clothespin deep into my untouched asshole and started doing the same, indifferent to my lust which had now reached the point of no return. With the two clothespins opening and closing in my holes I was thrashing like a madwoman, crying and begging him to release me!

"No, my dear lady. You are not going to cum if I don't allow it. Your condition is very serious and requires the appropriate treatment!"

He slowly removed the clothespins from my holes and attached one to each of my labia. As time passed I felt them squeezing me torturously and the pain began to become unbearable. Kostas passed handcuffs around my ankles and raised my legs high. Being closed like that and reaching almost to my chest, I was at his mercy as the entire length of my slit appeared unprotected. He stood close to my pussy and began masturbating wildly. His thick cockhead touched every so often on my clitoris and the sweet pain of anticipation was becoming more and more torturous. I cried and begged him to fuck me but he continued unfazed, masturbating until he shot a generous amount of cum onto my ready-to-cum pussy.

Then, instead of caressing me so I could cum in my turn, he took a whip and started flogging me, claiming it was my fault because he hadn't enjoyed the masturbation he had performed. Enraged with anger, he shoved two gloved fingers deep into my asshole and opened and closed them violently inside me. Shivers of pleasure ran through my naked little body and letting out a scream I came from behind, ignoring his orders. It was the first time I came from behind and this experience was unprecedented for me.

Kostas, seeing my asshole contracting incessantly, began cursing me in a vulgar way while in his anger he kept pulling my curly pubic hairs. As for me, I didn't care anymore because I had felt such great satisfaction that everything else seemed meaningless to me. He grabbed the belt of his pants and flogged me, making sure the buckle hit my buttocks. I may have been howling but the pleasure he was giving me was unprecedented. The truth was I never expected to be a masochist. But I liked being tied up like that on the special table and being beaten mercilessly. His cock didn't take long to rise again and this time... he did me the honor... of plunging into the depths of my now pleasure-loving pussy. His sadistic games had brought a very good result to my tight little hole which began to contract incessantly as well around his thick pole which was cumming as if it were a fountain.

When he finally had his fill and with the promise that I wouldn't look down on him again, he allowed me to get dressed. I took the basin with the unwashed clothes that had been outside his door all this time and, taking the elevator, I went up to the laundry room, an hour late. But I was very happy because from the many orgasms I had had, an incredible mental euphoria dominated me inside. I put the clothes to soak in the soapy water and sitting on a chair I waited for some time to pass so I could take them out.

The door creaked eerily and turning around I saw the building manager, that is, Kostas's father, standing on the threshold. He looked at me with a hungry expression and approached me like a carnivore its potential prey.

"Little whore... did you enjoy the fucking my son gave you?" he asked in his booming voice as he closed the door behind him. He was around fifty and admittedly a very charming man. His wife was a boring woman who didn't suit him at all. He unzipped his jeans and threw out his thick cock. Before I could react, he lifted me upright and with a sudden movement pulled down my panties to my knees. He forced me to bend over the sink and, taking a handful of soapy water in his hands, he smeared my tender ass cheeks. Then he began to spread them forcefully, enjoying the moans that involuntarily escaped my lips at that moment.

"You're a masochist, my little slut! I knew you liked rough tricks. That's what excites me about you!"

He ordered me to spread my legs wide and putting his hand on my pussy he began to slide his middle finger in and out in a very pleasurable way. Then with his free hand he guided his ready-to-spill tool to the hole of my ass and with a sudden movement he drove it into the depths of my cunt. I screamed more from pleasure and as if I were a real slut I began to move my hips in circles, thus making his cock penetrate deeper and deeper inside me. I could even feel his hairy balls accumulating outside my asshole and this contact pleased me even more. The hairs on his balls were stiff and tickled me as they rubbed against my slit. The manager rested both hands on my pussy, wet with heat, and began to masturbate it with the same rhythm he was fucking my pleasure-loving ass with his cock.

As the minutes passed, the desire to cum grew stronger and I liked it this way, as the powerful rider tore me apart from behind while simultaneously tenderly caressing my little pussy. My double orgasm lasted a long time and the sensation of his cum spurting forcefully into the depths of my ass was very enjoyable. But Kostas's father was such a strong lover that immediately after he threw me onto the concrete floor and drove his barbaric cock into my tight little pussy, which was eager to cum once again.

Before leaving he kissed me passionately and made me promise him that I would receive him that same evening in my small apartment. He promised me... an unforgettable sadomasochistic love, saying he liked willing girls like me. I finished the laundry and went down to my home, impatient for night to fall. Maybe Kostas had gotten me out of the midnight I had regarding my masochistic desires, but his father's experience corresponded more to my tastes.