Used as a Ten-Year-Old's Adult Whore

It's Monday morning. Time for Nate get dressed, before he's late to another day of 5th grade. He tries out a mesh tank top. It's too small and fits too tightly over his massive chest and thick 8-pack abs. There's a visible line where it stretches over his lower waist, highlighting those chiseled lines with its straining fibers. He might as well go shirtless. As always, his father has to avert his eyes when he sees the expanse of his broad back stretching his skintight muscle shirt.

As he arrives, about to strut to his classroom, the young boy hears a familiar voice. "Good morning, Nate! How are you, big guy?" the receptionist says cheerfully.

"Everything's perfect, Erica, except there are certain areas where it's better." He gestures towards the front of his pants, the immense length hanging in a very noticeable bulge; its proportions obscene. She has trouble keeping her eyes averted.

"You're big, Nate, don't get me wrong, and the gym shorts you're wearing leave little to the imagination." She pauses for a beat, staring down at his package, which is the largest thing she's ever seen. "Wow."

She swallows audibly, staring at his bulging crotch for a few seconds too long once she takes into account this is a child she's looking at. When she looks back up, her eyes have glazed over. "You're a monster already. When will you complete puberty?"

"Oh, you'll know it, believe me," he assures her. "That's my final growth spurt right there," he indicates the package, jiggling it lightly. "All the nutrients and energy are stored here for its growth. My arms, traps, quads, whatever… they'll be big, but not as monstrously huge as what's happening right here."

The poor, helpless receptionist can't look away from the sight. Her mouth falls open a fraction. "How old were you again?"

"10, ma'am, and proud to show off this sexy, child-like body." His flirty smile makes the woman's blush even deeper. "10 years old and rocking a 23 centimeters bulge—my balls alone have to be as big as an adult's fist. Wanna guess what will happen when I'm 12?"

Erica can't find words. She nods slowly, a dumb smile creeping onto her face. Nate rubs the huge bulge playfully. "In fact, I think I'd like for you to see it for yourself. I'm really needing help with blood circulation these days."

"R-really? I-it'd be m-my honor, sir." Her voice shakes with barely suppressed lust.

"Sir? I'm barely even a preteen! Please don't use titles. It's fine if it's just me and you, Erica."

Any acute observer could have noticed her shuddering slightly. Her breath is shallow and trembling. The girl is close to cumming on herself from a conversation. "Yes…yes, barely a preteen."

"Though with what I've got planned, you will quickly figure out that this ten-year-old isn't a child."

Erica gasps and trembles, and there's the squelch of a wet pussy. She moans loudly. "Fuck…" She exhales heavily. "I…wow…this has never happened to me in a conversation."

"Now then, I've got class to go to," Nate tells Erica, giving her a playful wink and heading towards the 5th grade rooms, the gym shorts swishing against his legs, each and every motion accompanied by the slap of his gigantic bulge smacking his thighs.

"Of course," she squeaks. She doesn't look as if she'll be walking straight anytime soon. "Bye, sweetie."

***

The end of the day has just arrived, and school lets out. On the way to the main entrance, Nate stops by Erica's desk. It's obvious that she hasn't stopped thinking about the talk the two had just had.

"Have you…calmed down, slut?" he whispers to her, just to confirm the question. "Do you think of this ten-year-old as a beast instead of an innocent child?"

"Y-yes, Nate," she says in a timid voice.

"Do you feel sorry for dirtying yourself at the thought of a preteen boy?"

Her blush darkens at that, but she seems less ashamed. "Maybe…"

"Let me tell you something, whore. Remember who's the kid and who is the full-grown woman, 'kay?" he giggles at her confusion. "Adults can control themselves when talking to children, especially about adult things. I, on the other hand…"

The frightened receptionists chuckles at the sight of the young boy as the thick appendage swells to its full hardness and stiffness, pressing against the loose fabric of his shorts to strain and grow with the blood flowing into the tissues until, slowly, it rises and juts out, forming a huge, meaty log against the smooth white gym shorts, which can't even hide half its shape, its gargantuan outline for anyone to see and salivate over.

Erica's expression is a strange combination of worry and arousal, perhaps fearing the unavoidable outcome and at the same time wishing for it to happen. Her hands, pressed onto the table's surface, grip the table tightly.

Nate, though, can do more. As his fingers massage the side of the hard-on, he could feel it growing larger with each heartbeat.

Erica notices it too, and is mesmerized. She watches the monstrous phallus grow, unable to take her eyes away from it. And it's still not at its maximum length and girth yet, she realizes, because it keeps expanding.

The uninhibited preteen smiles at her dumbstruck expression. "Be good and maybe I will teach you what real cock means. There's nothing better in this world than feeling a huge boy slide into the deepest part of your filthy cunt, like no adult man ever could."

"Ugh…mm, that's…" The naughty receptionist shuts her eyes closed in a failed attempt to clear her head, unable to stop imagining herself at this brat's mercy, her lips moving around the big fat shaft that belongs to a 10-year-old little boy…

"Stop! Why are you telling me this, please," she half-bakedly whimpers.

He asks, "What, can't admit to being a pedo slut?"

Nate puts a hand on his hip, pouting as his other hand continues massaging and fondling his manhood through the shorts. "What are you afraid of, miss?" he demands. "It's a normal reaction! Nothing can feel as good as getting a ten-year-old to tear apart your pussy into oblivion! Stop thinking of me like a child, because this" — he cups his crotch firmly —"is a man's penis!"

"Y-you're wrong! I mean—I…" Erica shakes her head, closing her mouth with a click, unable to emit more protests out of her trembling lips. "That's not—that's—"

He smirks. "Am I, though? Will any adult male satisfy your urges? Can they make a bitch your size slam your filthy pedo pussy while making you beg and sob for more? Will they satisfy your craving to be put in your place, to be used as a boy's toy, a cocksleeve, and bred until your belly grows? Does any male cock compare to this beast here, to its child-quality scent?"

As his thumb trails a line around his glans, Nate pushes down ever so softly until it bends beneath it. A sticky glob of precum has already escaped from the cocktip to paint a small dark patch on his white, cotton shorts.

Erica sees the moist spot and is further stunned speechless. Even from there, a couple of meters apart, she can recognize the smell wafting from between his legs. Mouth watering, she has the urge to crawl on all fours to the child's location and press her nose onto his pants and sniff to her heart's content, to nuzzle, to worship this young boy's throbbing bulge, so powerful and so full of vigor.

Instead, she remains sitting there, helpless, and watches as he runs his finger up and down the colossal tube that belongs to a barely pubescent little boy.

While she stares in shock, Nate grabs the top hem of the tank-top, the side closest to her, and starts hiking it up to the rhythm of his fingers caressing his meaty shaft. With each brush upwards, another centimeter of bare, smooth child skin is revealed, so creamy, pure, so soft, and in incredible shape from all the exercise.

Erica starts squirming on her seat, legs crossing and uncrossing in desperation. Her palms move on their own, gripping the edge of the table like it is her lifeline and steadying her weight, as the muscles holding up her upper body start growing weak at the sight of tantalizing flesh. Erica watches without blinking, a waterfall of drool running down the sides of her mouth unnoticed.

As the thin white garment creeps past his hips, it makes it under the border of those giant sweat-soaked, delicious pecs. It is only when Nate hoists it up over them, the garment bundling right below his chin and trapping his arms against his body in a way that displays and emphasizes the glorious muscle structure of his ten-year-old upper body, that Erica glances down at the front, noticing that his huge, rock-hard bulge is pushing upwards into his abs in an erotic contrast.

"Fuck…" Nate hears a subdued whimper from the direction of the desk. Erica sits there, paralyzed, in disbelief of the raw power contained in that childlike physique, especially those monstrous pecs! They are the ones of a heavyweight bodybuilder, not a child in primary school. How can a prepubescent twerp's muscles be so fucking massive?! She jumps in her seat like a little kid caught with a hand in a cookie jar.

"Admire much?" Nate teases. He flexes hard and deep and in such a practiced motion that his young chest expands a full centimeter into a large, well-defined shelf, with chiseled ridges lining the curves of his arms up and down their entire length, as if made not of skin but some alien metal alloy. The brawny surfaces bunch up until the 10 year old triceps pop out almost completely from under the tank top's bottom hem.

"You look thirsty, little bitch."

It is true. The poor receptionist's mouth is gaping, tongue stuck out of it, watering almost literally at the sight of his mighty, thrusting pectorals. She stands there, with the table separating the both of them, incapable to utter a coherent sentence or to look away, still gripping the furniture.

"Come on, then." Without breaking his smug, self-assured expression, Nate pushes out his overstretched tank top out to spread his thick arms sideways in invitation. "Ride on, you pedophile."

"W-what? Me?" She blushes in anger and indignation for being called something she doesn't consider herself, a ludicrous accusation that flies far over her morals. Yet, that very reaction only tells how close to the mark Nate actually is. The disgust she feels with the name is the exact same as that caused by being confronted with one's innermost desires.

"Come ooonnnn, climb up here, you filthy little girl."

Her expression goes from shock and disgust to one of stupor, realizing the words can now be aimed at herself.

"A-are you…talking about me?" she stammers out with a frown.

"Sure am. Now get that sweet ass of yours around my neck, and fast! This thing" — Nate points at his huge manhood —"needs some service in a hurry. Your sweet little asshole, wet pussy, and eager mouth will do just fine."

Her breath starts coming in heavy, slow and trembling. "That's…it's…" Her thoughts are a complete mess, filled with arousing imagery, so unlike any she has ever conceived, the wickedness of the circumstances not making it any less appealing.

"Yeah. Pedophile bitch. Climb up and put your hips on my neck. Do what that whore Erica should know better than anything else."

As Nate points to his broad shoulders, her wide eyes remain riveted to his heaving, smooth-looking chest, the kind one only sees on professional athletes' physiques, completely solid muscle.

She finally, hesitatingly walks around the table and steps closer. A few steps more and her frame comes closer to his barely one and a half meters tall body, as his childish and lust-inducing physique and frame take the slut over a bit more every second.

Nate wraps a single arm around her waist, and, despite her ample size, easily lifts her up. In an instant, he has her standing on his shoulders, and before she knows it, the woman is crouching low until she's sitting astride the child's neck, feeling the soft warmth emanating from his exposed chest while her inner thighs rub up against his cool shoulders.

The slutty receptionist shrieks as she's lifted and draped over him. "Oh god," the adult whines, and it's unclear whether it's from shame or horniness, as she's treated like a sack of potatoes, hefted up with only one hand, and without her help.

She shudders from excitement, the sudden heat flashing from between her legs spreading upwards, setting her brain ablaze, as she feels the easy strength of the 10-year-old beneath. "When was the last time you were given a shoulder ride?"

She closes her eyes and groans, hanging her head with a dizzying, almost painful whirl of dirty and inappropriate visions, all depicting her in a position of utter submission. "Not since kindergarten," the naughty receptionist whines, clearly hating the treatment yet enjoying it so fucking much.

It is something that might very well have happened years ago. Something so unimportant, so trivial and innocent, yet with her overwhelming, violent attraction, Erica is once again reliving something not from the perspective of the child she once was, but the adult she is now: the slut being carried by an almost prepubescent male.

This feeling fills Erica with a sensation of intense euphoria she never experienced, which heightens her arousal until the point it reaches a fever pitch. And there's something that bothers the helpless slut. There's this overwhelming sexual energy bubbling from between her legs and filling the lower part of her body with waves of intense, blinding heat.

His pace is leisurely, slow; not even a slight strain is showing on his body as he marches toward the nearby gym. When he arrives, the place is empty, of course. Just some hours ago it was thrumming with the life and sweat of a hundred and fifty overgrown teenagers, all struggling with each other as they walked past their assembled mass to the showers, naked and still dripping water. But it's just the two of them now.

"Finally, here we are." Erica's senses come back from the red fog they were drowned in after he carefully deposits her down on a bench. The sight of Nate, standing there like an adorable kid, fresh sweat trickling down his naked, lean torso, causes a shiver to rack her entire body. The panties she's wearing feel like they are saturated already, and he had barely even done anything to the nasty slut! She's dripping just because of a simple shoulder ride and this ten-year-old inviting scent he carries, and he was planning to do worse. So much worse.

His colossal shaft can be seen, as massive, powerful and engorged as ever, the mere sight of the precum-shiny fabric and its enormous girth intimidating to the adult, reminding her the destiny of that ungodly bitch breaker and the position she had put herself in.

"Look what I've been carrying around." He lifts his arms upwards, raising them slowly and sexily as he flexes those huge pecs until the smooth surface, round and full as ripe oranges, are pointed straight at the dumb adult, glistening like smooth plastic with the little light there and with his natural oils and sweat. He poses as sensually as possible.

"Tha—th…!" The pedo cunt can't form a coherent sentence and can only babble like a bitch as her tongue flops like a fish out of water. That cock is a distraction as big and indicting as her own shameful arousal. She had felt the muscles of his chest under her own legs, their texture as distinct and muscular as their rounded shape.

Her cheeks burn, embarrassed with the rush of pure lust she's feeling towards a child not yet in his teens. Her throat dries out at the vision of his amazing torso. And those nimble fingers and hands…They could make an adult whine and moan, reduced to an inarticulate pile of limp, jerking flesh just from the touch of its digits…

Erica has no doubt: she needs to serve the boy to the best of her abilities, pleasure him until his mind could barely function and she can witness a face so cute and lovable turn into something mindless from blissful release, feel his whole body shudder as it receives its release, the object of his pleasure to be none other than this whore adult.

Eager to serve, the stupid pedophile receptionist quickly lowers herself on all fours, still on the bench, and scuttles until her face is directly facing that impressive and beastly bulge. She breathes in deeply, moaning and blushing and shaking.

She doesn't hesitate before pressing the tips of her lips to the slimy cotton of the underpants, savoring the first hint of a real man's precum, already starting to crave this particular brand as if it had some addictive and energizing quality that makes her want more and more of it until nothing else mattered, her own thoughts forgotten, only focused on the great, round, huge cock hidden just a layer of dampness away from her touch and her love.

Nate keeps teasing the needy slut: "So desperate, so hungry. Bet I didn't even need to force your pathetic mouth open, huh, pedo cunt?" He runs his left hand's digits along the visible outline of his covered rod, his pre-coated fingertips leaving a glistening trail along its entire length. Erica stares hungrily, mesmerized. "Already wanting to swallow this beautiful cock like the cock-craving bitch you are. No, it's too easy. I'll do something else for you, little cocksucker."

"No, wait! I can…I can suck, lick, or—"

"Don't worry, slut." Erica has some short-lived doubts, which vanish immediately when the white pair of shorts is finally pushed down. The musky scent fills the air immediately. A breath hitches in her throat when she sees him now stand in just his briefs.

She pants. A stream of her aroused drool starts dribbling down the corner of her parted lips. The sight of that monstrous log, bulging a fair portion outward, is too much to resist. It's far larger than any she had seen before: enormous, full, hot, pulsing with virile lust and energy, and, to her further embarrassment, belonging to a literal child. She wants that thing inside her, stuffing her, wrecking her insides and rearranging her guts, marking her forever as yours.

The whore receptionist doesn't move or makes any noise. With eyes staring forward, unblinking, she seems hypnotized by the colossal meat pole. It's an impressive thing and her instincts tell her she can't hope to break it. Still, it doesn't deter her; she's gonna make an attempt if Nate doesn't prevent it.

Instead, he surprises her by roughly grabbing the shoulders of her navy-blue jacket. He uses brute force to jerk it forward and down the front part of her torso with his thick arms, which are stronger than a grown man's. That display of might is the thing which sends shivers down the bitch's spine and makes her instantly more aroused. The smooth sound of buttons being torn from fabric and rolling around on the floor goes unnoticed, the only things she's noticing being the way he uses her own garments against her and the alluring, gorgeous lines of his exposed ten-year-old shoulders.

His fingers attack the garment's white shirt. He tears that thing in pieces with his bare hands. The bra underneath goes with the same force, as Nate removes the useless pieces of cloth away from her upper body without much ceremony. Then, it's the lower regions of the pedophile receptionist that end up bared: first the black stockings go down to the floor, before her skirt and panties join the clothes pile on the cold wooden tiles, revealing, in her 20s, a wet and needy, ready-to-service orifice meant just to get wrecked.

"My oh my, you sure look delicious," he lecherously compliments the cock-hungry adult. "Did you just become horny again, now that you're looking at a real cock, huh?" The ten-year-old talks to the older woman in a demeaning voice.

And yes, she's horny indeed: her lower body is quivering so strongly that her pale thighs are quaking slightly. She looks at her stud in the eyes with her lips open wide, unable to stop the stream of saliva from dropping in strings onto the cold hard floor. That young twerp is the one making an adult look like that. She is an example of depravity, someone that can't control her body's reaction. And this child is the reason her pussy is leaking fluids.

"What a fuckin' gross slut you are, Erica: so ripe and ready, so eager, panting and quivering and begging like the sex-starved pedo whore you are."

Those words go right into the submissive woman. At hearing the humiliating words directed at her, and seeing her own underpants hanging in the air after being tugged away by the boy, the receptionist lets out a little squeak of what, while it's certainly lust, must also contain some denial at the role this adult has fallen into.

However, just a second after those sounds leave her mouth, Nate, using his astonishing upper-body strength, holds her up on his body like a vertical bench press, gripping the woman by her arms and effortlessly holding her whole weight in the air. The pose and her position are the ideal for his penis: the little kid brings her into perfect impaling range and there's no chance Erica will refuse.

"Like a kid, riding on a carousel, is it?" He comments dryly on the position, referring to the position. "Except, what you're actually riding are not colorful horses, are you? Though to be honest, it's definitely something horse-like we have down here. Better check for yourself, you pervert cocksucker."

Indeed, this looks almost exactly the same as a normal carousel, and the kind that often grace these kids parks, and adults, for that matter. One difference is obvious, though. Rides in the ones meant for everyone never involve nudity, much less an adult being suspended on the air while naked with a child about to shove her hips onto a giant log. This situation is so debased, perverse, and obscene that it puts her arousal level at heights unimaginable by any adult, which Nate takes full advantage of.

Her clit throbs madly when she, still held in the air, starts spreading her hips to accommodate the smooth crown and fat head of a mammoth, meaty club of dick, letting its behemoth dimensions grind and sink slowly in a parody of intercourse. "Unnh…" The naughty receptionist whines, throwing her head backwards and moaning high, her eyes crossing, feeling it stretch her tight inner walls beyond belief, far beyond even that of the biggest adult male who had plowed her ever in her life.

Her hips try their hardest not to flinch away: her poor sex is being punished and forced into spreading itself, and its girth feels almost as wide as her wrist, something she hadn't encountered before. "Fuck! Shit, you're…" Erica isn't quite successful in holding her hips away as the cock tries its hardest to gape and reshape her fuck canal into something shaped more for its immense cock than that of an average adult.

Erica continues babbling at the mind-boggling spectacle unfolding right before her. To witness this child pushing the blunt tip inside her, centimeter by tortuous centimeter, slowly, grinding into the adult's cum-dribbling opening. That little devil is ravaging her pussy with his massive log. He keeps pushing forward, until he's burying himself nearly halfway inside, causing the receptionist's whole body to quiver uncontrollably, not at all unlike a heroin addict after having their hit sourced from the shadiest dealer.

The boy pushes a few more times, enough to lodge the rest of his cock inside and push against the cervical ring. The bitch squirts like a fire hose upon the sudden sensation of fullness, the preteen's incredible girth pushing through her sensitive flesh, crushing everything, and the cock's thickness so enormous and firm that she can't escape it, can't let any air inside and thus creating a vacuum.

That single movement takes place in just a few short moments, but is sufficient for the adult's slutty cunt.

The mere sensations it causes make the cuntsleeve's eyes roll back, exposing the sclera and causing her body to shiver with her orgasm. But he doesn't plan to let her end her first ride after such a brief time. The moment she is done, she tries pulling away from his iron grip. He relentlessly drives forward the moment she starts moving. Erica doesn't care about that now, however; that mighty pounding is driving her crazy.

Erica loses the battle. Any sensible thought that lingered is obliterated by that savage yet slow, unrestrained pumping. Not wanting her to move, the child only pulls her in. She doesn't complain. Her body and her senses are overwhelmed: she is barely aware of what's happening, let alone where and how her limbs and torso are being manhandled and transformed into an inanimate object used only to receive and handle that mass of dense cock.

To her, this is blissful pain, an agony unlike anything felt. To give, to pleasure this lad is her primary goal in the present moment, and she will comply with it to her dying breath.

The insatiable fuckhole doesn't notice the tears that pour out of her face as Nate grabs her ass, clutches her tits or wraps a fist around her neck, or the slight and utterly insignificant moment of awareness in between those overwhelming sensations that are stronger and more demanding, more urgent, than her own breathing or even her very life. She's simply a vessel of fuckmeat to be molded, taken, bred and degraded, owned and kept and shaped as this strong, virile, and well-hung preteen wants her. She'll exist, and exist solely, for her owner, the magnificent boy abusing her insides like the hole she was made for, no life and no worth to her without him to use and guide and mold her like a proper adult-turned-cocksleeve. She just wants to feel him move faster, keep railing her until he is satisfied, staying embedded inside her forever.

Even if she had noticed, that moment was brief; her attention is called away, her train of thought completely derailed as a sudden climax blasts from her pussy and spreads throughout the rest of her body, turning her insides liquidy warm. And not too much later, the ten-year-old emits a loud yell, signifying her owner's impending climax, his release, his reward.

She's looking at Nate with the kind of longing gaze that just knows what's coming, a dopey look, waiting eagerly to help him as he is about to finally, properly release the day's load and give her the honor to make use of her pussy to milk the cum-filled shaft of his. A large drop of precum starts sliding along the log's underside and starts dropping steadily, towards her puffy outer labia.

"Please!" Erica squeals, her mind awakening at that clear evidence of what she is waiting for, a vocal demand rather than just a passive state of anticipation. The begging only serves to spur him more.

She wants it all. She wants her young master to cover her in his seed, making a true slut of her, letting it soak through her clothes, wash her in it.

"Ready? C'mon. Come for me!" Erica urges her stud with a whining, pitched-up, wanton plea, making herself an utter slut, trying her best to take it, wanting, craving, to feel that gushing torrent. "Pl-lease!"

"Don't worry, dumb whore: you are gonna get exactly what you are asking." The humongous battering ram is flexing harder than ever. That ten-year-old brain sees the older woman looking longingly at him. She's still gasping as her inner sex muscles work to tighten themselves on hisnmeat pole, further attempting to bring him into a mind-shattering climax.

"Be-bel…ng-nyeh…cu-cum-! AGHHH." Her lips don't utter a coherent word before the fat load starts shooting inside her, which, in response, triggers a massive orgasm that travels throughout Erica's body. Her mind goes blank, lost in the blissful experience.

When she recovers enough, she's more than pleased to find out the kid is still spraying her insides with thick streams of batter, while her pussy walls go spastic in their efforts of getting that virile cream as deep as they can reach. The child lets the flabbergasted adult drop and releases another smaller torrent. As he starts stepping backward, the swollen slit pours gallons of his abundant cum, coating the thighs and calves of Erica, as well as most of her shins and knees, painting an ample white river in its wake.

When he finally exits with a slippery slosh and a visible gape, Erica finally loses her last threads of rational thought and lies on the floor unconscious. It's hard to even guess how much time had passed, her mind can't distinguish her surroundings, her existence is all but gone, just like how she's all covered in jizz.

For the next hours, all the whore adult can remember, is a musclebound freak having fun in her passed-out form, dragging her limp and naked body throughout the room. By the time she wakes up again,she's covered from head to toe with loads of boyseed, with her hair a complete wreck and her whole body being plastered with gluey spunk.

Erica then takes a shower inside the locker room, removing every trace of semen or filth on her body. When she steps out, she notices a hand towel missing from when she arrived. She finds it next to the trash can, with an unexplained piece of crumpled paper that reads the words "Come back soon, dumb cumsleeve. You're mine."