A hot meal and your horse sheltered

"Your terms are repugnant, but I can't afford to leave this room without at least my horse sheltered." the adulterous beams a knowing smile, "Well, if you're gonna give me your bottom girl, you might as well take the meal too, it'll get my prick nice and slippery for ya." you ball your fists desiring nothing more than to bury it into his mush, but you swallow your pride and **** yourself to nod.

Shame washes over you as you know you have successfully prostituted your body and will finish the night a common whore.

Thomas quickly removes his leather apron and throws it onto a nearby hook. you see him pull his trousers down to his knees, revealing more golden, curly body-hair than pale masculine flesh. "Well get to the strippen love, Lydia ain't gonna miss me all night!"

You feel disgusting as you peel off the waterlogged, heavy dress, and it doesn't improve when you realize he's stroking his adulterous prick while you do. You sit naked as he waves over "Throw the dress over love, I'll let it dry on my hook for ya, keep it from getting filthy!" he fulfills his end as you toss it over, and with no more fanfare has his hand on the nape of your neck. "Remember your place, love."

He forces you to your knees and pinches your nose shut, which forces you to involuntarily take a deep breath in, then his skin-laden cock is crammed down the back of your throat. You gag at the foreign feeling of your throat stretch. And you lul out your tongue absent-mindedly to ease the pressure, as you feel your stomach do flips.

"That's it, girl. I told you, your throat is useless to me, but I'll train you to be a good whore," he says as he steps over the top of your head, bathing your face in his hair=covered underside. Now with each downward thrust, his balls slap you in the face, humiliatingly. You try and push him off, to scream but all you do is enhance his pleasure as all that comes out are a series of glugs.

"That's it, girl. keep trying to talk. I love that sound." You relent as tears fill your eyes, only to get sopped up by hairy balls. You begin to turn purple and finally, he withdraws to hear you gasp like you never thought you'd breath again. Your stomach falters and you dry-heave, hard enough to strain every muscle in your abdomen and face.

He gives you no quarter, pushing you on your back and dropping his weight on your slender frame. He grabs you by the hair and forces you to press your hands around the flesh of your chest. "Make a pocket, don't let it pop out between 'em or I'll take your cunt cherry instead." as you try and compy, he slaps you on the face, "What do you say to daddy?" you scramble through overstimulation and breath denial to reach for words. "THANK YOU!" he slaps you again this time across the breast, the pain causing a searing heat and leaving behind a red welt, "Thank you what?" now understanding the nature you shout out "Thank you, DADDY!"

He slides his prick across your flesh, spitting on himself, and your chest, to provide adequate lubrication on your wet, dry skin. Your breasts are too small for this function, but you curve your fingers over and press them harshly to make it work. "That it, girl. Look up at me, look me in the eye. You fucking whore." he begins to grunt, and his thrusts become erratic. "Time to earn your meal!"

He stands up, forcing your hands apart, as he pins your head in-place you absently stick out your tongue in time for his first yellowish blast to splatter your tongue and stick to your teeth. You realize your error and close your mouth as the next four shoot-out in rapid succession landing in your hair, your forehead, your nose and across your left-eyelid.

You open your right eye, just-in-time to see the last clump lose its fight with gravity and land on your chin. He draws his foreskin back as far as it will go as you see his manhood pulse, trying to ensure all of his seed can add to your humiliation. You spit his foul seed from your mouth using your tongue to clean your teeth, spitting it out to join the rest on your chin.

He looks down at you, expectantly, and you swallow your bruised pride. "Thank you for marking me like a whore with your seed, daddy." He smiles down. "You've earned a warm meal." he looks down at your matted, hairy quim. "But there's still that horse to take care of."

Before you can recover he's lifting your body and dropping you on your neck. Your feet touch the floor, and you feel a meaty, digit press against your rear, failing to slip inside despite a firm press. "You are a lady, aren't you? You must be quite **** to let me in here."

You try to wipe the cum from your eye, but it just pushes it into your tear duct, causing a burning sensation that takes your mind off the invading **** long enough for it to slip inside. The combined sensations make you squeak out for him to stop, but he doesn't, instead, dropping his weight down on you to prevent you from flailing as he attacks your pearl, raking it with all four fingers of his opposite hand.

"Keep still, whore. You can seek comfort when you're off the job." he presses a second finger inside your rectum as you accept that his cum will have to stay in your eye for the duration of the act.

His eagerness gets the better of him, and he begins to attack your pucker with the same ferocity as he attacks your quim. You feel competing pain and pleasure, the pleasure overcoming the pain before the pain comes back from another wave.

You moan out your desire, the pain of your eye subsiding, as you feel the tissue swell in irritation. Distracted by what your face will look like when you leave here, you miss him rise up and press the head of his cock against your softened passage.

It sinks in, and you feel like you've been stabbed with a small dagger. You cry out in pain, and he drinks it in. "This is the best part love, savor this!" without any further delay you feel him thrust, harshly, four consecutive times. Each feeling more fatal than the last.

Tears fill your right eye to match your left. You can muster no words as you feel his balls slap against your tailbone, you thrash against him, in vain attempt to free him from inside you. He starts thrusting, pinning your legs down, forcing you to watch him soil you with no regard for your pleasure.

When you've given up hope of fighting him off he steps over you like a dog claiming his bitch. You gaze at his testicles, the golden fur that covers his underside. You feel his seed-sack slap against your maiden cunt.

Soon the pain fades and pleasure worms through, neigh, the pain becomes pleasure itself. You whimper when he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a print. The thrill enough to sate the tightness forming in your neck.

You feel him throb inside you, you hear his moans becomes grunts, and his grunts become animal mating noises. "I promised I'd keep you warm! Here's my special reward for a tight pucker."

He rends himself from your body, forcing out a breath that feels like your first. Then you look on in horror as he uses his hands to spread your maidenhood. Before you can do anything the tip of his prick, presses inside. Warm jets of his seed visibly pulse, churning up from his testicles through his brown-covered shaft and into your fertile, virgin cunt.

"You get to keep that precious virginity, and I get my fair shake at knowing my little tyke drinks from those bitch-tits in 10 moons." he groans out through his orgasm. "Win, Win!" You can do nothing to stop this now. Watching, completely defeated, as you catch your breath. He jerks himself with long, slow strokes full of purpose, every fiber of his manhood working to spill everything into your fertile sheath.

Despite the fear, despite the deception, the view is divine. You rub your exposed, swollen pearl. Needing just a few moments of personal attention to bring yourself over the edge. You quiver, feeling his seed draw deeper into you with each spasm. "Oh, goddess his seed is so warm!" you let slip as you roll into a second, stronger orgasm.

He withdraws himself, the ferocity of your pleasure, forcing some of his seed to gush out over your cleft and splatters onto your forehead. He laughs at his total victory. "You were born to be a bitch, look at that pussycat quiver for me. What do you say to me, love?" your body limply falls forward, thumping onto the filthy stone floor with a wet thud. More of his treacherous seed sliding down along your stretched filth-hole.

But you pay it no heed. "T-Th-Thank you, daddy!" you concede to him, breathlessly.