Mr. Miller Lets me go

Part 3 – Prequels are Cornfield Rape and Mr. Miller Begins to use me.

I’m not sure how long Mr. Miller left me alone in that room. It was afternoon when he had finished fucking me, and I could see the sun starting to go down. In the time I’d been alone I’d gone from panting at the door wanting him to come back to crying on the bed ashamed of being used like I had been. I was so confused. Could Mr. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? I’d sucked his cock willingly and played with myself for him. I lay there feeling confused and crying and had just convinced myself that it was rape, that I didn’t enjoy it when I heard someone moving around inside the house. I knew Mr. Miller was back.

As soon as I knew he was back I whimpered because my bald cunt started juicing up. He’d be coming into the room soon, and he’d use me again and my body wanted it. I couldn’t help it my hand slid down to my bald thirteen year old cunt and I started rubbing myself. I was laying there with a finger sliding in and out of my now dripping cunt thinking about what Mr. Miller would do when he unlocked and opened the door to my room. He just looked at me fingering myself and smiled. “You are one damn hot little slut, just can’t get enough can you?” I moaned on the bed spreading my legs automatically so he could see better and said. “No sir.” He laughed and stroked his cock through the jeans he had on. “You want this don’t you slut, you want cock up in that wet little hole don’t you?” I knew I had to answer so I did fast. “Yes sir, I want cock in me.” His smile widened and I saw his dick get harder in his jeans but he didn’t take it out. “Stuff two more fingers up there cunt, you know you like it stretched.” Moaning I did as he said, it took three of my fingers to stretch me open like his cock or his dog’s. He smacked his lips as I pushed my little hand inside myself. “Go on slut, finish off, cum all over your nasty little hand while I watch.” He already knew it got me hot when he watched me, and I started pumping furiously shoving my hand in as far as it could go till I was moaning as I came all over myself.

Mr. Miller had continued to stroke his cock while I fingered myself, and it had grown its full ten inches hard. He had unbuttoned his jeans so the head peeked out but he didn’t take it out. I lay there panting from my cum and he just said. “If I let you out of this room you ain’t gonna try and run off now are you?” I shook my head. “No sir.” He nodded. “Good, cause I’ll hurt ya if you do. Come on slut, it’s chow time.” And he turned and left leaving the door open. So I followed him out and found the kitchen, there was a plate there with a sandwich and a glass of milk next to it. My stomach rumbled. I realized it’d been almost a full day since Mr. Miller had raped me in the cornfield, then brought me home to continue fucking. I was starving. Mr. Miller motioned to the sandwich.