I want a beer, please sir.

You lay on your back as he stands between your parted legs with one of your legs up over his shoulder. You’ve already been violated by a man’s cock; this man, to be precise. You feel so dirty and used, but doesn’t that already make you a whore? Even now you don’t struggle but is it because of fear of angering him or because you already know that you’ll never be clean again.

“Please don’t,” you murmer as one of his hands reaches easily past a zipper that he never bothered to close from when you… when… when you took him into your mouth. Your stomach lurches as if to remind you of what you’d done in the car. You just want to forget everything… forget how wretched you feel inside. You just want to… give in…

‘No!’ another voice screams inside your head. Think Emily! Think! You don’t deserve this! Sure, you may be a disgusting cock sucking whore now, but it’s still your choice! Fight! Find a way out of this!

“Beer!” you blurt out suddenly; half surprised at your suggestion yourself. You can’t take your eyes off the massive form being held back by the material of his pants. He starts to tug it closer to the opening. “I… I’d really like some beer. It… it’ll help me loosen up.”

“You’re loose enough for me already, my little cum dumpster,” he responds dismissively as his hand starts to reemerge from his pants. “Trust me,” he adds with an unsettling smile.

You shudder at his new pet name for you. That will be what everybody thinks about you. You’ve GOT to get out of here! “Oh please, sir,” you begin again, desperation in your tone now, “I really need some b— beer. Maybe then we can-- woah…” Your words trail off as his monster cock springs free. You stare at it as if mesmerized. Somehow, it’s even bigger than you remember and there seems to be a glossy looking ring down close to the base. Again your stomach quivers as if you could actually feel his seed swimming in it. You feel revulsion as you realize that the glossy ring is formed by your own lip gloss.

“See?” he says as if you had just proven his point, “I knew you were pretty loosened already.” One hand wraps around his dick to guide it into your helplessly exposed cunt. In a moment, your pussy will be just as tainted as your mouth already is.

“No!” you cry out suddenly, “uh… that is… please sir. I’d really like just one quick beer.” Hope blossoms in your chest momentarily as he groans in aggravation but stops his advance just shy of your pussy. You could swear you already feel the heat radiating off his tool with your sensitive lower lips.

His eyes smolder into yours; obviously not pleased with your constant interruptions. For a moment he looks like he may just slam into you anyway. You hold your breath as you implore him with your eyes.