One last nasty fuck of the evening

The basement light comes on waking you from your slumber. You're not certain how long you slept on the sofa but it was lengthy enough that you can feel the dried cum crusting on your face and nethers. You hear footsteps approach and then a damp, warm cloth wiping your face. You reach up to grab it and he releases it into your hand. You concentrate on cleaning around your eyes as Junior laughs.

"The bathroom is behind the pool table if you need the sink."

Once you're comfortable opening your eyes, you see Junior sitting on the coffee table watching you clean up.

"So who's next?" You ask, weary acceptance evident in your voice.

You eye him for a second and get up and head to the bathroom. That sink has your name on it you figure as you slip inside.

"Just us two at this point, Halle. The guys left about 15 minutes ago."

You turn on the warm water and wring the washcloth out. Once it's as clean as you can manage, you go back to cleaning up some more.

"Just you and me then? Or do you have more folks coming to torment me?"

"Just us, honey. You're almost done."

You finish scrubbing your face and move down below. Once you get all this crap off your skin, it's shower time you hope.

"No one else is coming then and you're done playing creepy voyeur?"

"Yep. All you have to deal with is me now. That should be an easy end compared to how the rest of the night went."

"Lucky me," you reply, your voice laced with sarcasm. "Fine, let me hit the shower and then you can have a go at me I guess. What's one more fucking cock?"

"Yeah. I'll take the 'go at you' offer, the shower will have to wait though."

You finish up and cut the water off, then walk out the door and over toward him. You stop in front of the sofa and look down at the cum covered cushion.

"Ummm, I'll stand I guess. What the hell do you mean by the shower can wait?"

"You're a gorgeous girl, Halle. The idea of having sex with you is pretty appealing in normal circumstances. Fucking your cunt after two other guys have used it is irresistible. Now do me a favor and lay down on the sofa, sweetie."

"But after the last shower. . ."

"Shush, Halle."

You look back at the soiled couch, you can see several small pools of semen and the wet area where your juices leaked onto the leather cushion.

"But. . ."

"Lay down and spread your legs, Halle. After this, you can shower and sleep. I'll take you home when you wake up but this is going to happen first."

You look back at the sofa one last time and feel disgusted. Why the hell did he let me clean up first? You'd just as soon have gotten it out of the way earlier at this rate. Why let you clean up first just to get nasty again? You look back towards Junior and see he has his back towards you and is folding his jeans up on the coffee table. Then he slides his briefs off and piles them atop the pants. He turns back towards you and you can see his 6-inch rod is erect and ready for action.

"You really want to do this?"

Your nose twitches as you say it and is met with a simple nod.

"It's that or you default. Then we need a new deal or we speak with the police in the morning. A new deal will just be you coming back tomorrow afternoon and going through the same thing. It'll end with the same demand too. I mean if it turns you on more, I can invite a few guys over and take you at the end. . ."

You shiver a bit and then just shrug. Taking one last look at him, you slide onto the nasty leather surface and open your legs for him. Junior walks toward you and climbs between your legs.

"Asshole!"

He leans in and places his cock at the entrance to your well-used pussy.

"Nope. That was me being nice again, I could have let Jack have that too. I've heard enough girls howl during anal with him that I figured I'd spare you that. Besides, it made you even more well-used, beautiful."

He puts your knees upon his shoulders then slides deep inside your well-used hole. Thanks to Trevor's last deposit he easily pushes into you. You can feel his legs lean against yours as he bottoms out and pauses for a moment, then looks down into your eyes.

"God you look and feel fantastic."

You feel him pull back, then he starts fucking you fast. You can feel the slick pole sliding in and out, meeting very little resistance as it travels through your overlubricated vagina. Given your tired and sloppy state, you don't feel elation or sore or much of anything at this point. You just lay back and let him do his business, biting your lower lip as the pressure inside builds as he penetrates and lessens as he withdraws.

"Oh yeah, baby," he grunts. "Enjoying your third cock tonight, dirty girl? Yeah, Halle. All the boys need some of this nasty cunt."

You start to groan getting turned on more by his mouth than his cock at this point. He keeps talking, continues telling you how he should bend you over the food prep table at work Monday, and let all the guys have a turn. He pushes your knees off his shoulders and leans down over you, driving his cock in and out, harder and faster.

"You'd like that wouldn't you dirty slut," he asks as he stares into your eyes. "Maybe we could just put a tip jar next to the bar and bend you over it for the customers? You wouldn't need to steal groceries then."

He pounds you as hard as he can as you moan loudly and your body shutters. He keeps up the nasty talk, telling you over and over different ways different men should fill you with their seed. You feel warm all over and are certain this would have been a mind-blowing orgasm if you weren't so spent. Instead, it's just a long, mild electric jolt reaching from your loins to your temples. You barely even feel his cock spurt into you between the electric tingles and your already overfull feeling. He pulls himself off the top of you and heads to the bathroom to clean up.

You just lay there, eyes closed, not sure you're going to recover from tonight. You've never been so sated before, so. . . exhausted. It's a full five minutes before Junior walks out again and starts dressing.

"That's it, baby. I know it's only 2 am but I got what I wanted. Don't worry about the mess. You can clean up whenever you like and the guest room is yours. I can take you home after a long nap. If you want to leave sooner, you're welcome to call an Uber."

He reaches into his pocket and tosses a flash drive on your tummy.

"That's the security footage. I have no copies, you're free and clear. By the way, when you shower? Leave the outfit in a plastic bag in the bathroom. I'll pick it up later."

You open one eye and look up at him trying to figure out what his major malfunction is. He shrugs, walks up the stairs, and disappears.

About a half-hour later you peel yourself off the sofa and wander upstairs. You grab a plastic bag from the kitchen and go to the bathroom. The rags you were wearing get piled in the bag and you take a long, hot shower. You clean, then soak, and then scrub some more until you feel the water getting lukewarm. You step out and dry off. Staring at the bag for a long moment, you are tempted to throw it away. You have the drive so there's nothing he can do to you if you destroy the damn things but for some reason decide not to. You'll wonder on occasion in the future why you didn't.

You throw on a robe pilfered from the back of the bathroom door. You grab a beer and joint from the kitchen and head to the back porch. It only takes a moment to walk to the rail and throw the drive out into the lake. You are rewarded with a small splash for your efforts. You sit down, enjoy your vices and stare out over the moonlit lake enjoying the afterglow of the evening.

You finally crawl beneath the satin sheets of the guestroom bed at about 3:00 and drift off to sleep, more at peace than you've been in quite some time.