More fun with One Under

I held my eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. I could taste old man cum and cheap liquor on my tongue. I could feel it coating my mouth and throat, It tasted as disgusting as it sounded. And yet … the feeling was thrilling. I was as horny as I had ever been. I hadn’t really had any release of my own during the encounter, and I could feel the dampness between my legs growing and the sensations associated with it becoming harder and harder to ignore.

When I finally did open my eyes I found the bartender standing directly in front of me. Grinning stupidly, he said, “I knew you were a whore the second I laid eyes on you.” I smiled, thinking of all the nasty things I wanted to do. The bartender took it as an invitation as he reached his hand toward my breasts. Unfortunately for both of us, another hand took a grip on his wrist before he made it.

“Get your own cunt,” One Under was still beside me, “I’ve got plans for this one.” I looked up at him; his glare assured both the bartender and me that he had no intentions of sharing. I shrugged, not really caring who fucked me, as long as it happened soon. I was well beyond sulking; now I wanted to be somebody’s plaything.

I realized my tits were still on display. I decided to leave them out; it wasn’t like there was anyone in the bar who hadn’t seen them already, and after releasing the bartender, One Under had decided to start groping me again. “So, what do you have planned for this cunt?” I enjoyed calling myself one as much as I enjoyed him calling me one.

“I’m gonna make you a woman tonight, bitch.” The grunting was mixed with an evil sounding laugh.

“I’m not … a virgin or anything,” I stammered, not really sure how he could expect that a woman who just gave him a hand job in public would be.

“I bet there’s somewhere you are,” the grunt-laugh was a bit louder. I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion. It took me a second to realize what he meant. When I finally did, the expression on my face clearly showed my shock. “That’s right; now get up.” He grabbed me by the arm as he said it. When he pulled me out of the stool, my dress, not being supported by anything anymore fell to my ankles. “Leave it there; you won’t need it,” he commanded, and I obeyed, stepping out of it. “Those too,” he said, clearly indicating my panties. Again, I obeyed, pulling them down my smooth thighs, and letting them slide past my knees to the floor. The bar was filled with whistles and shouts of encouragement to my new man. I barely even reacted. I had no shame left. No dignity whatsoever. I loved it. One Under herded me along as everyone we passed gave me a pinch or a slap. I was in heaven.

Finally, I found myself in the men’s bathroom. It was a single, filthy toilet and a sink. It reeked of vomit. Luckily, One Under took a position between me and the toilet. He turned to face me, and I smiled. I wanted this. I wanted to be fucked in the ass in this filthy bathroom by this filthy man. I made the first move. I leaned up and put my tongue in his mouth. He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of my ass, squeezing roughly. He spread them just enough, so that he could stick one grubby finger in. When he did, I broke the kiss with a yelp. He admired my wriggling body for a few moments as he worked his finger in my asshole a bit farther. Finally, he withdrew and brought it up to my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. I sucked it in like the whore I knew I had become. After a few short seconds, he took his finger from my mouth and took hold of the back of my head.

“I think you’re about ready now,” he growled. Roughly, he spun me around and placed my hands on the wall in front of me. He had me bend over until I was positioned to his liking. “This is going to hurt … a lot.” I felt the tip of his cock against my tight hole.

“Oh my god, eleven inches,” I thought to myself. For the first time since the bar, I became slightly wary. Unfortunately, I knew One Under wasn’t exactly going to let me change my mind. I felt him spit down into the crack of my ass. It was cold and sent a shiver up my spine. Finally, he pressed into me. Almost immediately, I cried out in pain. One Under only responded by grunting approval. But, as each inch slowly made its way into me, the pain gave way to pleasure. The cries gave way to moans. I don’t know how much of his cock I took, but it was enough to satisfy him, as he pulled out and began to fuck my tight ass in rhythm.

Soon, I was bucking back against him, moaning and panting. I took one hand from the wall in front of my and started to rub my clit, furiously. After all this, I was going to at last have an orgasm. The feeling of One Under invading my ass as I stroked my own pussy brought me closer and closer. When he began slapping my ass, it finally came. I screamed in ecstasy, One Under pounding me mercilessly as I did. He spanked me harder and faster as his other hand reached out for my flowing hair. He grasped it and pulled me upright powerfully. He stopped spanking me and instead reached around to pinch and pull my nipple. My own hand was working on another orgasm as he nibbled on my ear.

I felt him growing inside me and heard his breath become ragged. I knew what was coming, and it sent me over the edge for the second time. A few more thrusts and grunts and he had filled my asshole with cum. I turned my head and kissed him, both of us fully satisfied.

He pulled out and handed me a wad of toilet paper to clean myself. As I did, he did the same. With this all over, I was just about to consider what would happen to me next.

Before I even had the chance to have my well-deserved panic attack, there was a pounding on the door. “Shit, man, you gotta run! It’s the fucking cops! Leave the slut and get the fuck outta here!” a voice I didn’t recognize was yelling from the hallway.

I looked back at One Under, wondering what was going on. His next move was about to determine my fate.