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

“Fifty men,” you repeat in disgust. You are suddenly repulsed by the idea of fucking Lucy, knowing that so many strangers have had their way with her. You pull your fingers out of her pussy and start to extract your hand from her panties. In doing so, your wet fingertips slide over her little puckered asshole.

You stop here, a thought occurring to you. “How many have you had up here?” you ask, pressing a well-lubricated fingertip against her back entrance.

Lucy struggles so you force her harder against the wall. “None, Sean! I don’t do that!” she protests, trying to wiggle her bottom away from you.

You press harder and your fingertip pops into Lucy’s tight asshole, causing her to gasp and tense up. “So I’m going to be the first!” you exclaim, sliding your finger in up to the second knuckle.

“Yes,” grunts Lucy. Then she realizes what she just said. “Wait… no! No you’re not!”

You work your finger in and out of her tight little butt-hole. “You said I could do whatever I want.”

She sighs and looks upward to the heavens. “Okay Sean, just let me get a condom from my…”

“I’m the first, right?” you interrupt.

“Yes, but…”

“Then I don’t need a condom,” you reply, running your other hand up her body and grabbing a tit through her dress.

“It’s not just for you,” she protests.

“I’m clean,” you respond, allowing no argument.

“Then at least let me get some lube…”

“Suck these,” you command, sticking your fingers in her mouth. (You use the hand from her breast, not the one that’s been fingering her butt. You’re not that disgusting.)

Lucy sucks on your fingers, her mouth hot and wet. Your fingertips play with her tongue. Then she bites you — not too hard — but not exactly playfully either.

You pull your finger from her asshole and give her a sharp smack on the butt with your open hand. She gasps in response. “No biting,” you warn, sticking your fingers deeper in her mouth. She sucks on them with renewed vigor.

When you extract your fingers from her throat they are glistening with saliva. You hold your palm under her chin.

“Spit.”

Lucy obediently spits into your hand. Several times, in fact. It’s in her best interests to give you as much lubrication as possible.

“Panties down.”

Lucy silently tugs her underwear down to her knees, then lets them drop around her ankles.

“Legs apart.”

She extricates one foot from her panties and adjusts her stance, spreading her legs. Meanwhile you coat your throbbing member with her saliva.

She’s not in the optimal position. You take her by the hips and pull her toward you, holding her against you with your cock nestled in her asscrack as you push her upper body forward. Her hands slide down the wall. Her head is lowered almost to the same level as her hips and her back is curved so that her butt is thrust up and outward. You kick her feet further apart. Perfect.

“Go slow,” she asks, as nicely as she can.

You pull a cheek aside with one hand, revealing her pink, puckered little starfish. You let a dribble of spit fall from your lips into her crack and use your cockhead to smear it around her entrance. Then you position your knob, and slowly start to push.

She doesn’t surrender her ass to you immediately. It takes a fair bit of force, accompanied by several groans from her in protest. You eventually feel something begin to give, then the sensation of her anus starting to stretch around your knob as it slowly, inexorably, makes inroads into her most private depths. When the widest part of your bell-end is inside her, you feel her ass enfold you. There’s no further resistance as you push deeper, other than the delicious tightness around your shaft.

“Oh Jeez,” moans Lucy, panting heavily.

“Take it, whore.” You keep pushing until your hips are pressed firmly against her buttocks and you can go no further. Then you start to pull out. It’s almost as hard as going in. Lucy’s ass seems reluctant to relinquish its prize.

Your next thrust isn’t as gentle as the first. “Unngh!” grunts Lucy as you plunge your rod back into her.

You fuck her faster and faster. Reaching down, you slide a hand into the front of her dress and use her bra as a hand-hold to pull her back against you as you pump her. The thin strap of her dress eventually rips and the bra-cup pulls down, freeing her naked breast. You grab it roughly, her soft titty-flesh filling your palm.

“Careful!” she grunts. You pull her head back by her hair and bite her neck, then lick up to her ear and nibble on her lobe, all the while pounding relentlessly into her chute.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she pants, in perfect time with the sound of your hips slapping against her jiggling cheeks.

You reach around between her legs and find the hard, swollen bud of her clitoris. Lubricating your fingers with juice from her pussy slit, you rub it hard in a circular motion.

“Ahhhhhhghh,” she cries. “Oh God, I never knew… Sean, keep doing that…”

“Keep doing what Lucy, you dirty whore?” you breathe into her ear.

“Uh… fuck me! Keep fucking my ass Sean! Fuck my whore ass!”

Lucy is now actively thrusting her butt back at you, which results in your bodies smashing together with great force. You have a fine sheen of sweat from the exertion and she’s getting wetter and wetter as you keep rubbing her pleasure button. You jam two fingers into her cunt, keeping up the pressure on her clit with the base of your thumb.

She cums first. From her sobbing and gasping you at first think you’ve hurt her, but the torrent of girl-juice that sprays from her pussy betrays the fact that she’s had a stupendous orgasm. Her knees start to buckle.

You wrap your arms around Lucy and draw her back against you, holding her up as you pump a final three times into her ass, flopping her around like a rag doll. Then your balls unleash their load and you fill her ravaged chute with hot, sticky cum, squirting it deep into her insides.

Now you’re unsteady on your feet too. You stagger with her over to the bed, your cock still embedded in her ass, then release her to fall face-first on to the mattress. She slides off your cock with a slick, wet sucking sound and you collapse on your back next to her.

Your anger has dissipated and you start to feel a little bad. “Lucy, are you okay?”

She turns to face you, still panting heavily. “I’m fine, Sean. You’re a bit of a creep, but I knew that already.”

“Good — I guess…” you reply, hurting a little. You make a mental note to re-evaluate how you treat women.

“And you’ve helped me make a decision,” she continues.

“What’s that?”

“From now on I’m offering Greek.”

The End


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