Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 15

When he finally pulled the little buzzing toy out, she felt like she'd been edging for at least half an hour. The muscles of her body were exhausted from bearing down while she tried to hold her shit together, and she sagged against the tree branch in front of her. She realized too late what James had planned as he jammed his throbbing cock inside her dripping cunt without any warning at all. "James," she hissed, "Not here... let's..."

She had just barely come down from the pleasure he'd forced on her over the last few minutes, but now with a dick inside her, she felt it all coming back. She was totally unprepared for it though when he took the toy and forced it against her clit, holding it there as he growled at her. "Don't ever tell me what to do cunt. Not ever, or I'll make tonight seem like a Disney movie in comparison to what I'll do to you." She barely had time to process the words he said as she came hard because of the violent sensation of the vibrations right on her clit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm Sooorrrrryyyyyy...." she cried, as she came. She didn't realize until she came back to earth a few seconds later to the feeling of the cock pounding inside her that she had actually screamed the last part, and she turned a vibrant crimson all the way down to her breasts, not that anyone could see it while it was this dark, but she could feel it. She was literally burning with shame, and she knew that when she opened her eyes, she'd see men looking in her direction. She squeezed them even tighter, while James continued to fuck her from behind, laughing quietly at her obvious embarrassment, but then suddenly she heard a noise, and then a strange voice. "Well she's a feisty one. Fresh meat, huh? How much is this one charging?"

Violet's eyes flew open to see a middle aged guy, no different than any of the office workers she passed in the streets every day, but he was staring at her while she was being fucked from behind.

"$200," James said, not even slowing his rhythm. Violet thought that she could have possibly felt more embarrassed in that moment. She was wrong. Was he really going to sell her? Was he going to let strange men fuck her? He couldn't. He wouldn't.... Would he?

"$200?" the other man asked incredulously, "that's three times what Rita charges."

this, Violet thought. That motherfucker was enjoying this whole little show. He wasn't the only one either, she noted with a sinking feeling as a couple other guys started walking over towards

to give them some room, like it was a professional courtesy or something. Not that he or any of the other guys stopped watching... they stared at the dumb slut getting fucked in the bushes for rent or drugs or whatever led her to this desperate point in her

as he kept fucking her shame slick pussy. "You want to

mewled with tears in her eyes. "I'm not for

low in

She ached for it, and even though she'd just cum a minute earlier, she could feel herself getting close again. It wasn't just the feeling of ownership though, or the jackhammering against her cervix as James fucked her relentlessly from behind. It was everything. It was the men watching her. It was being fucked outside. It was a whore being fucked against the back

dick began to throb inside her that she realized he wasn't wearing a condom, and she still wasn't on the pill. That final shot of adrenaline was the missing piece, and she exploded in a silent scream that left her blind and flailing as she spasmed in the strong grip of her lover. One eternity later, she opened up her eyes, to the sight of the random pervert that wanted to be next. He had a handful

might be worth paying extra for," he said, sending a shiver

zipping up his pants as he stepped out in front of her, "I think I'll

say, you little punk?" the man said, taking a step forward threateningly, "I don't know if you can count, but there's

Violet had felt, even in such shameful circumstances disappeared in an instant as a cold shot of fear went right through her. She was in real danger here. They both were. Part of her wanted to run the instant the words left the man's mouth, but the rest of her wanted to stay and see what James would do. Three losers looking for pussy might be dangerous, but in Violet's mind, there was nothing more dangerous than her rapist, her owner. Seemingly from thin air James produced and flicked open a switchblade, gesturing it to catch the distant lights of the park before pointing it at the closest man. "Careful that you don't bite off more than you can