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(She's a Whore, continued...)

“Let’s make it fifty-one,” you suggest firmly. You wrap your arms around Lucy and bodily lift her away from the wall, turning to face the bed. You take a couple of steps before letting her feet hit the ground again, then roughly push her forward.

Lucy stumbles and falls face-first on to the bed. You come up behind her and grab her hips, pulling her up on to her hands and knees, her panty-clad ass level with your hard prick as you stand behind her. Her panties are sheer, her ass-crack and shaven cunt visible through the material.

“That’s it Lucy, stick your ass up. I’m going to fuck you like a bitch!” You’ve had many fantasies about your friend but they now seem so pathetically romantic. She’s a slut for hire, good only for fucking. And you plan on fucking her good.

“Oooh Sean, you’re so forceful!” she says mockingly. You give her a sharp slap on the butt as punishment.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts. You slap her again, harder, and she can’t suppress a squeal.

You tug her panties down over her ass before realizing that she’s wearing them under her suspender belt and they won’t easily come off all the way. Inflamed by lust, you take them in your hands and tear them apart, exposing her pussy and bare bottom, framed by lacy tatters. She gasps, maybe in shock at your brutish action, or maybe just at the loss of a pair of expensive Victoria’s Secret knickers.

“There’s condoms in my bag,” she gasps.

“Do you make everyone wear them?” you ask, admiring the way her pussy lips gently pull apart as you grope and spread her up-thrust buttocks.

“Yes,” she replies, flinching as you jam two fingers inside her.

“Then I don’t need one, do I?” you reply. You take your cock in your hand and run your knob up and down her slick, wet slit.

She twists around to face you and from the expression on her face you ascertain that this is non-negotiable. “It’s the rules,” she says firmly.

“Fine.” You grab her bag and up-end it on the bed beside her. A lot of women’s stuff falls out, along with the aforementioned box of condoms, a tube of lubricant, a pair of furry handcuffs and a shiny silver vibrator.

You grab a condom from the box and tear open the wrapper with your teeth. You fumble frantically to get it over your cock.

“Need a hand with that?” she asks sweetly.

“Shut up bitch,” you reply rudely, slapping her butt again. You finally manage to unroll the rubber down your shaft, all the while eyeing Lucy’s lewdly displayed ass and the delicate folds of her inviting pussy. She reaches back, grabbing the lower part of one cheek and pulling it aside. Her cunt lips spread open, revealing her wet, pink tunnel.

“What are you waiting for? Stick that big cock up me Sean. And keep calling me a bitch. I love it.”

From her tone you’re not sure about the second part of what she said, but you don’t particularly care. “Okay bitch, you asked for it!”

You stuff your knob between the inner lips of Lucy’s cunt, enjoying the sensation despite the latex sheath. Holding the condom at the base of your cock you feed the next inch or so inside, then grab her hips with both hands and thrust hard and deep. She doesn’t have time to put her arm back down for support, so she ends up on her elbows with her face in the bedcovers, grunting a muffled “Oooff!”

Finally you’ve got what you’ve always wanted — the lovely Lucy is impaled on the end of your dick. But it doesn’t feel right. You didn’t want to be client number fifty-one. You wanted her to cheat on her boyfriend with you and only you.

Your emotions are threatening to ruin the moment for you, so you decide suppress them and just focus on getting as much out of this empty act of lovemaking as you can. You fuck into Lucy like a machine, watching her ass jiggle and the shreds of her panties flap around.

She’s still got that tight, red dress on. You reach forward and push it up to her waist, then grab a handful of it and pull it back toward you, using it to draw her upright on her knees, still keeping your cock inside her. You wrap one arm around her naked midriff while you help her pull the dress off over her head. Then you slide both hands up her tummy and grope her tits through her bra. It’s another annoying piece of lingerie that’s hard to remove. Deciding it will be too hard to rip apart, you tug it up and over her breasts and they fall out into your hands. You dig your fingers into her naked titty flesh, delighting in the warmth and softness.

It’s hard to keep fucking in this position so you let her drop forward again, but not before grabbing a handful of her hair. You use it to pull her head back while you fuck into her.

“You like it rough, don’t you bitch?” you whisper into her ear. Your voice wavers when you say the word bitch. It doesn’t taste right. It’s the last time you use it.

“Yeah Sean, fuck me harder you bastard. Fuck your little bitch!” she spits back.

“Whore!” you exclaim, tugging harder on her hair. But you don’t manage to say that word with much conviction either. What’s happening?

You release her hair and try to focus on the sensations. Lucy’s pussy feels great despite the condom. You look down on your out-stroke and realize this is because the rubber has gone missing, buried somewhere deep in Lucy’s cunt. You are thrilled by the knowledge that this barrier between the two of you no longer exists. You’re not just one of her customers any more. You’re special.

Three more thrusts into the unsuspecting girl’s pussy and suddenly you find yourself cumming. You shove your cock as deep as it will go, bathing her unprotected cervix with spurt after spurt of warm jizz. It feels like you’re transferring part of your soul into her. When you’re finished, the emptiness that remains is a leaden ache in your gut.

You take a moment to make sure that you heart is still beating.

“Did you cum?” she asks.

You pull your softening cock out of her. There’s no hiding the truth any longer. “Yeah. Uh, Lucy, it looks like we’ve lost the condom.”

She tuts in irritation. “Great. That always bloody happens. Maybe I should use another brand…”

The potentially serious implications of this statement are lost on you for the moment. You sit down on the bed and watch as she fishes around inside her pussy, eventually extracting the useless piece of rubber with two cummy fingers.

“Well, Sean, was it as good as you dreamed it would be?” she asks you, tossing the condom toward the rubbish bin. It misses, hitting the wall with a squelch before dropping limply to the carpet.

You feel tears welling in your eyes as raw emotions take over. Your anger and resentment is gone, now that you know the true source of it. You turn to face her and she’s surprised to see how upset you are.

“Sean, are you okay?”

You can’t stop the words from tumbling out.

“Lucy, I love you.”

And you start to cry.

The End


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