Beg to go upstairs

“Ohhmm,” Jessica moaned as she was pulled upright, her mouth agape and breathing ragged as she tried to wrap her mind around her present situation, “- hmm…” she dropped her tired head and looked down herself when those massive arms wrapped around her, Arne cupping her naked breasts in his huge paws as cum dripped from her face and down her body.

Leaning back against the giant behind her, his cock softening within her sloppy folds, resting her tired and woozy head onto the shoulder of him, as his hands explored her body, covered in sweat and slick to his touch, she kept half-an-eye on Robert as he laughed and shared some words with the bartender, Gert.

“Whew, that was pretty great, huh old friend?” the old cab driver laughed as he pulled on his clothes, “- you think this stench of sex will make those perverted kids buy a few extra rounds?” he asked, seemingly for the benefit of their American friend as he talked a little louder and had changed back into English.

“Perhaps, or maybe they need to keep their fluids up if they have to try to keep up with that insatiable whore!” the bartender replied, chuckling and looking her way, the expression on his face every bit as nasty as the words coming out of his mouth.

“Is- is he- was he serious?” she mumbled, turning her face to look at Arne, his now semi-hard cock plopping out of her cum-filled pussy, “- are someone else really…” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he smiled knowingly, nodded and clenched his fingers into her soft breasts, “- and you live near here, close…?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he smiled down at her as she opened her eyes again and looked up, wincing as he pinched her hard nipples with his strong fingers.

“Ow,” she squirmed in his grasp, but remained resting against his large chest, “- so, we can go there…” she stated, not liking the sound of a whole other group of guys repeating the entire process all over, as her eyes followed the man who had driven her to this, god knows where, and she felt the taste of his cum on her tongue and dripping down her body, her sore ass and pussy leaking the cum of the other two men.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” the big man hummed, even as she considered that she had actually begun this whole thing in order to pay for a ride back to her hotel, as that ride was now leaving her behind, Robert now by the door and only moments from leaving.

“What?” Jessica snapped her head back at Arne, “- I can’t stay here…” she said.

She watched, with an almost **** look in her eyes, as the big guy stepped away and began redressing himself, her tired mind having spun and with a sense of dread concluding that inviting herself upstairs to his place would be the least terrible option in her given situation…

“Yeah, I don’t know,” the big man said absentmindedly as he pulled on his overalls, while the old bartender staring at the girl from the bar intently, a grin on his face, “- you see, I’m not sure that’s what you really want, you know?” he smiled at her, a hard calculating smile on his face, “- what was, something about self-respect…” he made a show of remembering her words when she had responded to his approach of her in the bathroom.

As the bartender snickered at her predicament, Jessica felt her naked body flush in embarrassment her eyes moving from Arne, having omitted his shirt when he pulled on the overalls, his huge and ripped upper body and arms glistening in the light of the bar, this big stranger who she had acted to nastily towards and whose cum was now oozing from her pussy was going to make her beg for more. She had felt completely defeated when she had given in to their perverse ideas and begun selling off her clothes and then her body, and an-hour-and-a-half of constant fucking had done nothing to change that feeling of utter defeat and hopelessness.

“But umm… I- I said I was sorry…” Jessica muttered, her eyes looking to the floor as she heard the snickering of the two men in reply, “- and you- you said I could make it up to you…?” she **** herself to raise her head to make eye contact with the big bald man as continued, remembering his words as he had manhandled her.

“Ha, yeah… I did say that didn’t I love,” he laughed, stepping up close to her, “- I guess you’re right about that… so, what are you saying?” he hissed, gripping her jaw between his fingers as he stood over her, “- you want to come home with me and make it up to me?”

“Y- yes…” she gasped, his eyes dark and scary as he kept her head locked in a vice, “- I’ll do whatever… anything, please…”

“I know” he whispered menacingly, before release her, leaving her panting and dazed as he yelled out his goodbye to Gert behind the bar and then wrapped one large hard around her lower back and guided her towards the back of the bar.

As they left, moving by the bar where the grinning Gert watched her and made her feel like a lamb to the slaughter, she saw her skirt lying on top of it, her heart fluttering at the realization of being about to leave wearing only her boots but her eyes opening wide at this chance of covering up at least a small part of her nakedness.

“Wait!” she snapped, stopping up, making the big man grunt and pause, giving her an annoyed look, “- the skirt…” she nodded towards the bar, hopefully.

“Oh yes, that’s right!” Arne grinned, making her breathe a sigh of relief as he snatched up the skirt.

“Hey, wait!” she gasped as he pushed her forward and kept walking them out, “- let me put it on…”

“What?” he snorted, surprising her, “- I’ve just bought this, love, and frankly you’re filthy right now!”

“Wha-“ she gulped, feeling her skin flush with renewed shame as she was reminded of her sweaty skin and the cum drying on her face, her chest, stomach and her down her legs.

When Arne pushed open the door and Jessica found herself momentarily blinded by sunlight her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, her body tense and sensitive to the touch of that colossus hand guiding her along, almost making her jump as she felt the outside air on her exposed body.

“Oh god,” she gasped, her blinking eyes adjusting to the light and seeing that they are in a small, dingy courtyard behind the bar, several building blocks surrounding it and the early afternoon sun streaming down, lighting up one side of the court yard.

Gasping for air and with her heart pounding so loud she could almost feel it in her ears, Arne guides her several feet away from the door towards a back stairwell of the nearest apartment block, breathing a sigh of relief when she steps inside and they begin climbing the small, cramped staircase.

At the first landing, where two doors were leading into two apartments and one of which was slightly ajar, the sound of a television or radio could be heard and as the naked actress passed by she heard the sound of someone moving around inside, making her heart jump into her throat and tense up, climbing the stairs a little faster. Seemingly amusing to Arne who she heard chuckling behind her…