His

Your juices stream out of you, drenching Josiah's hand as he held the pussy that belonged to him now. There wasn't a question in your mind. You were his good girl, and it was his pussy.

Your breath is so heavy you can barely form the words. "...hah...hahh...you...hannh...sir..."

As a reward for your submission he pushes his middle finger up inside you. Your eyes close and you let out a long sigh of contentment.

His hand is stretched out over your whole crotch, holding you, cradling you by your most intimate parts. His thumb presses against the wrinkled bud of your asshole. "And who does this belong to, little Rose?"

Your head falls back against his shoulder as you suck in a quavering breath. "You...ahhhhh..." his thumb pushes inside. "...mmmah I belong to you, sir." You open your eyes and look up at him. Your lips are parted, your cheeks flushed. His smile fills you with a feeling of warmth and devotion. You don't even care that over a dozen strange men are watching you right now. You want to stay like this, tucked against his side with his fingers inside you, forever.

"Now get up on that flatbed and show them what belongs to me." He pulls his hand away, his fingers sliding out of your clinging holes, drawing a gasp from your lips. Your head is swimming, hardly aware of anything other than him, but you need to do as you're told. You feel it as deep as your need to breathe.

You walk forward and awkwardly clamber up onto the bed of the truck. Already on your knees after the climb, you lower your face and shoulders to the cold, dirty metal of the truck bed. The feeling of the cold steel on your nipples draws a sharp breath from you. You adjust yourself, putting your left cheek down so you can breathe to the side, and pushing your ass up and out as much as you can.

These men are more disciplined than the protest crowd. All you hear from them is a few muttered remarks and the stray laugh from one of the teenagers. You hear Josiah climb up onto the truck bed and step over in front of you. He stands by your head. You can't see him in your position, but you feel his presence all the same. The thought of him towering over you is like a weight, pressing on you, dominating you. Setting your pussy on fire.

"Alright now, little Rose. Reach back and spread those cheeks. Open your pussy up nice and wide so everyone can see."

Your hands move on their own. You're trembling like a fawn, and you know it isn't because of the cold. You grasp at your asscheeks and dig your fingers into your cleft. You pull, gentle and steady. The feeling of your soaked pussy spreading its shining folds makes you gasp. You keep pulling until your netherlips strain in protest. You wince, pulling just a little bit farther, needing to show Josiah that you were his good girl. You know your passage is wide open now.

Just like he wanted.

"Alright boys, come get a look. Don't be shy." Your breath quickens as you hear the scuffling footsteps of the men coming right up to the edge of the truck bed. You can faintly feel their breath against your bare ass and across - inside - your open pussy. "This is what it looks like when you teach a girl her place." The men all laugh as your cheeks burn. "Just wanted you all to get a good look before I got it all nice and stretched out."

You take a deep, shuddering breath. This was going to happen. You knew it was coming, but now he's said it. He's going to fuck you.

The thought alone almost makes you come.

"Look at me, little Rose." You twist your head around toward him, but in your low position all you can see is his boots. "UP, Rose." You twist your head around more, trying to get a view of him without taking your hands away from your ass. You manage to get into a position where you can look up at him out of the corner of your eye. You see him towering over you, his cock standing proud.

"Nnnnnnnnnnah!" the sight of his magnificent dick makes your pussy clench, pulling painfully against your fingers still holding it open. You want it. You need that cock inside of you.

"Do you think you deserve this, little Rose?" His strong hand runs slowly up and down his length.

"...please...sir..."

"Then prove it."