CHAPTER THREE
Ray stands behind me and spreads my ass cheeks. He runs his fingers up and down my cunt.
“Such a wet little whore,” he says, before he takes out the toy.
He slaps my pussy and I whimper.
“Oh, are you sensitive down there?” he says, as he slaps my clit again.
I wince as a combination of pleasure and pain shoots through me.
“You’re about to take my fat cock. And I don’t want to hear a goddamn word out of that slutty mouth of yours,” he says, as he grabs my hair and yanks.
My back arches and a shiver runs up my body.
“Do you understand, slut?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I murmur as he lands a spank to my reddened ass.
I wince again as the pain reverberates on my tender flesh.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he says. “You already had your orgasm. And now you need to be taught a lesson,” he says.
Without warning, he slides into my pussy. Because I’m so wet, he slides in at first with ease. After sliding in a few inches though, he hits a wall.
He continues to push and I feel myself stretch to accommodate him. It hurts, but he keeps pushing.
“You’re gonna take my entire cock, sweetheart,” he says. “Eight inches.”
Oh my god.
He keeps pushing and my body expands to its limits.
“I bet you like that,” he says, “being filled up with cock, don’t you, slut?”
One of his hands goes to grasp my throat and squeezes.
“Take it all,” he says, as he begins to thrust.
The first few thrusts are slow, but he rapidly speeds up until he’s at a rhythmic pace. With each thrust, our flesh claps against each other. My hips push against the table with so much force I’m sure I’m going to bruise the next day.
I can feel his desire, his primal aggression, and as much as it hurts, it turns me on.
He inserts a thumb into my asshole, and my body tenses.
“You have such a cute asshole,” he says to me, as he moves the hand around my throat back to my hair, pulling.
“Have you ever been fucked back there?”
I shake my head, and he yanks on my hair.
“Use your words.”
“No, sir,” I gasp.
“I didn’t think so,” he says, as he pushes his thumb further in. “But a good little slut like you needs to have all of her holes filled, doesn’t she?”
I don’t know what to say, and he pulls my hair again.
“Doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
He thrusts faster and faster, and I can tell he’s getting close. With the last thrust, he bottoms out and explodes into me. Hot, creamy liquid spurts inside me, and I feel it gush out as he pulls out. It dribbles down my legs.
I hear some other voices and laughter, and I suddenly realize people are watching. I must have tuned it out, but at some point, other men entered the bar.
An unfamiliar voice rings out behind me: “My turn.”