He definitely fucks her

Without any more warning than the tightening of his hands he lowered her onto his dick. They both gasped as his wide prick fought for entrance. Her tight, slick lips split before the blunt latex-covered head, stretching farther and farther. His hands stayed on her waist doing nothing more than steadying her as he let her sink toward the base of his cock.

"That's right, girl, clench that cunt, make it tight for me," he urged. Rachel barely heard or she'd have wondered what made him think she was clenching. She was doing everything she could to relax, not tighten. Thankfully she'd somehow been turned on by the whole situation and kept sinking down.

The feeling of latex soon gave way, it's relative coolness giving way to hot skin, the junction between the two a sharp surprise that made her gasp. She wondered when he would finally start moving, start fucking her, but he seemed content to see how far she could sink.

The sound of the De Vinyls broke out, 'I touch myself' loudly broadcasting throughout the store, and the two stared at each other in shock before she realized that it was her phone.

"You touch yourself, do you?" he leered, and she flushed.

Rachel started to protest, to say that Katrina must have changed it when she'd been punching in her new cell number that afternoon before she'd left for work. Her words were bounced out of her as he walked towards the counter, each stepped bumping her a little up, a little down, like a light fucking that made her feel light-headed.

"Answer," he said, and leaned her against the counter next to the phone.

"Not now," she pleaded.

He pushed her but against the countertop, a hand grabbing one of her own and wrapping it around the insistent phone. His other hand lowered her back atop the cold counter.

Reluctantly she brough the phone to her ear, turning it on.

"Hello?" she asked tremulously as the man's hands went to her tits, squeezing them, pulling and twisting her nipples as his crotch rocked against hers. Dimly she realized that he'd finally bottomed out in her. She could feel his thick knob deep inside her, pressed uncomfortably hard against the end of her forcibly elongated vagina. Each time he moved it bounced against her cervix, which felt like it had been stretched farther into her body than it could possibly go.

...Clooney!" she heard, realizing that her sister Cecilia had been excitedly prattling on about the many celebrities she had seen.

Rachel winced, both at the thought of what was missed and the constant jabs of the cock inside her. She open her mouth to say something only to groan loudly as the dick abruptly withdrew to the very edge of her lips, which stayed vacuum sealed around the invader. Just as abruptly he surged forward his entire length, his cock like a fire within. The only hint of a condom was that slight ridge where its base had sunk into his skin like a cockring.

"I know I know! I shouldn't be rubbing it in. You're stuck there and I'm at a party, but I was so excited that I wanted to call you. I swear I'll make it up to you," Cecilia told her earnestly, torn between excitement and guilt. Rachel covered the phone as she groaned again. The latino man above her plowed deep again and again, picking up speed within the depths of her sex.

"Oh, Katrina wants to speak to you," Cecilia said, just as Rachel opened her mouth to speak.

"Hey babe!" Katrina greeted her loudly, but not as loudly as the cry that came from Rachel as her lover made his hardest entry yet, his hands using her breasts to yank her towards him.

"Sorry, what was that?" asked Katrina, and Rachel could swear that she was grinning on the other end of the line. "You would not believe the hotness at this party. All sorts of men that just need a slut like you to bone them."

Rachel would have protested but her lover had taken to using the barbells in her nipples to make her move, pulling and twisting one to make her rock her hips one way, then doing the same to the other to move the other hip.

"I know I know, I shouldn't say those things with your prude of a sister around, but she's off being serious with some nobody director. Really, at least you'd know who to fuck in a party like this."

Rachel gave a loud grunt, sounding almost like agreement as the man above her discovered that he could make her thrust her hips by twisting both nipples at the same time.

"I knew you'd agree!" Katrina said cheerfully. "Hey, what's that sound?" she asked as the fucking picked up in tempo. Each hard stab of the cock made a loud meaty smack, and juicy sounds drifted loud and clear to the receiver.

"Puta puta puta," the man repeated, hands finally leaving her sore breasts alone and finding much better leverage at her tiny waist. He used that extra leverage to bull his way in and out at a near-frantic pace until he rammed up further than before, the opening of her cervix giving a sharp flash of pain as he hammered it again.

"Rachel!" Katrina exclaimed, catching Rachel's attention at that critical moment. "Are you fucking a guy? Hot damn, you slut! Don't forget to ask him for a tip."

"A tip?" she croaked to the phone, Katrina had hung up.

"Yeah yeah," the guy above her groaned. "You'll get your tip. Just give me a second here. Damn that was a good fuck. You gotta fuck a lot of guys."

"Tip?" she repeated his words quizzically as he drew out. Her sore pussy felt like he was dragging them out with his thick dick. When it finally came out with a loud popping sound she let out a sigh, her insides feeling like the moved back several inches toward their proper place within.

Tucking his naked cock into his pants the man bent, picking up both the sealed box of condoms he'd been holding when she found him and her skirt and panties. He shook the panties out, tossing the skirt away. It sailed over the top of a refrigerated unit against the wall.

"Here's a ten for the condom," he shrugged, though didn't know why. Ten was actually a little more than a box of condoms cost in that store. "Here's two more for the fuck," he said, and picked up her purse.

"Hey!" she protested, though she wasn't quite sure if it was at the money, the invasion of her purse or him leaving her without an orgasm of her own.

"Relax, I'm just putting it in your wallet," he said, tucking the three bills inside, though not before he gave her drivers license a good look.

"See you later, puta," he said, and she gaped at him all the way to the door, sinking her head back to the counter with a thunk as the bells signalled his departure.