He Makes You Cum

You can hear the man's footsteps approaching you, and you reluctantly take your head out of your hands to look at him standing over you, a smug smile on his face. "I appreciate you getting on your knees to suck me off without me asking you to, but I did say before the battle that I'd make you feel good. Well, I say battle, I dunno if you can really call it that..."

All that anger and defiance you had just a minute ago is gone; instead you're just stung by the truth of his mocking words; it really wasn't a battle, more like a one-sided beatdown, and it has completely taken the fight out of you.

The man walks behind you and grabs you under your arms, pulling you to your feet with absolutely no resistance from you. You remain facing forwards, not wanting to look at the man behind you as he snakes his arms around your wide hips and pulls your skimpy daisy dukes shorts over your fat ass before letting them fall down to your ankles, revealing your ass cheeks hanging out of your black panties. The panties are quickly discarded as well, and you feel your face flushing red as he looks down at your exposed pussy, pulling your hat off your head and tossing it away while he does so. He then moves to your chest, unceremoniously ripping off your black vest, white tank top, and small black bra, your huge sweaty tits bouncing free from their constraints, nipples hardening almost immediately in the open air.

"Someone's eager," he smirks, cupping your breasts in his hands and squeezing them as he moves his thumb to play with your nipples, and what little self-respect you still have forces yourself to hold back a moan as you let him do what he wants to your tits. "You've got a hell of a body, slut," he says as he continues fondling your boobs. "You really should've done porn or something instead of being a trainer. You'd still get fucked but at least you'd get paid better for it." All you can do in response is let out small gasps as he plays with your incredibly sensitive nipples, and shamefully you feel a slight dampness between your legs without him even having touched your pussy.

He pinches your right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and you can't stop yourself moaning out loud this time. "Aah..."

He laughs cruelly. "I knew you were a fucking slut," he smirks, pinching your other nipple and drawing the same reaction out of you. He then moves his right hand down towards your crotch, while continuing to pleasure your breast with his left. He rubs his finger teasingly against the entrance to your slit, causing more juices to flow out onto his hand. "God, you're so wet. Hey, maybe I underestimated you as a trainer; maybe you just threw the match deliberately so I'd play with you like this."

"Mmmh..." You try to protest against his humiliating words but it just comes out as another moan as he continues to rub your pussy. Then without warning he shoves not one but two fingers inside your slit, drawing an even louder moan out of you as you unwillingly clamp your vaginal walls down on his invading digits. Shamefully you find yourself moaning even more as he starts moving his fingers around inside and stirring up your pussy. "Mm... aaah... oh fuck... mmmh!" You sound like a complete slut as he fucks you with his fingers, and you guess right now that's what you are, what you've always been really. The guy keeps going for what can only be a minute before he moves his other hand away from your nipple and down towards your pussy before stroking your clit. "Aaaaaah fuck!" you cry out, feeling yourself grow close to climax already, and with a few more strokes you get there. "CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGG..." you scream shamefully, letting everyone that may be in the area know that you're nothing more than a whore as your pussy juices squirt all over your molester's hand, involuntarily bucking your hips against his fingers as you do so.

"Man," the guy chuckles as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. "I knew you were a slut but I didn't think you'd cum that fast. That was almost as quick as our battle."

All you can do is pant for breath, hating the fact that this man made you feel so good so effortlessly... But do you hate it? The truth is you don't even know how to feel anymore...