Penny gets more than she bargained for

"So, how was she?"

Penelope and Tina stood just around the corner from the bar. The petite island girl still had her nipples poking out from her dress, the pink haired punk was still bottomless. Not five feet away their mutual friend, Betty, lay naked on the ground, thrusting her hips skywards and finger fucking her wet hole with reckless abandon. That the two were watching her work herself only made it hotter.

"She was good. Very good. I'm not really into girls, but she can eat me out any time. With Mitches go ahead, of course."

The praise and promise of future pussy brought a moan to the brunette.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And I can have a go with Mitches cock?"

"No."

"Oh come on!" Penelope threw her arms in the air. "You said you've lent him out sometimes. What does it take to get on your mans dick?"

"I- I just wanted to see what it was like..." The words came from the normally quiet girl masturbating on the floor. "...he reminded me of one of my n-nicer toys..."

"Really? You lent your man to the four fifths lesbian. Really? Are you just fucking with me?"

Tina shrugged.

"Oh my god you're just fucking with me."

The realization had Penelope pacing around the lodges kitchen, ranting about cock and time wasted and lesbians. Tina just sat on the counter and laughed.

"Do you get off on watching me beg?"

"Kind of, yeah. I like watching you not get what you want."

"You... you fucking sadist!"

"That's not me being a sadist. If you want to see sadist Tina you have swing by our place on a Sunday morning." The pink punk leaned back on the counter and playfully kicked her legs. "But now that you know, if you really beg, maybe I'll let you have Mitches cock."

Penelope wasn't going to give up. Ever since her first night in the club, all those years ago, she had wanted to see what Mitch was packing. That he rejected her every advance only made her want him more.

"Please, please let me have a go with your man. Just once."

"That's not begging."

The brown skinned bridesmaid dropped to her knees.

"I'm **** and I throw myself on your mercy..."

"More."

Penelope leaned forward to put her face near the floor and properly grovel.

"If you... If Mistress Tina would be so generous as to let me suck off her man... I would do anything..."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Tina gave her man a look. Mitch was at the bar only a few feet away, he'd listened to the entire exchange while mixing cocktails and slinging beers for guests. Her eyebrow peaked. He shrugged. Their relationship was exactly what they said it was. Her pussy was his to use however he wanted. His cock was hers to use however she wanted. The man had no say in who he fucked or how.

"Okay, anything. I'm not going to hold that promise over you forever, you'll pay up later tonight. For now, enjoy getting destroyed by Mitches cock."

The wall of muscle beckoned his punky life partner to him.

"I'll need you to tend bar while I take care of her."

"Sure thing, let me just-"

His large hand found its way to her bare bottom. Fingers dug into soft flesh as he pulled her close and groped at her ass.

"Put your pants on? No. Stay close to the bar if you want to hide, but my property is to be left out for the rest of the evening."

Penelope giggled as Mitch gave his girl a sharp, satisfying slap on the ass. Her smile grew wide as he strode towards her, her mouth salivated as he undid his pants, her eyes grew wide as she took in what awaited her. Mitch was a mountain of a man, so she expected him to have a proportionally large tool. What she didn't expect was the girth of the thing. He stopped before the kneeling cock worshipper, lifted his meat and dropped it on her forehead. Penny could feel the weight of the thing pushing down on her. She could almost hear each pulse of blood steadily bringing it to full mast. Her eyes crossed trying to get a proper look at it.

"Hey Mitch!" Tina smirked as she watched the pair from the corner of her eye. "Penny likes to claim she lost her gag reflex. See if you can find it."

The size difference between the mountainous Mitch and the petite Penelope became obvious when he picked her up and lay her on her back on the kitchen counter. She was nothing in his hands; less of a person and more of a toy. He spun her around to have her head hanging off the edge of the counter. Mitch rested his heavy sac on her nose so his shaft would run across her lips and droop off her chin. Penelope could feel the tip brushing gently against her neck. As he grew harder that fat, swollen head pointed skyward.

"Remember, this is what you wanted."

He was right. It was exactly what she wanted.

Mitch pulled back, placed the tip of his fuck stick against her lips, then pushed forward. Penelope let her jaw go slack as the shaft of meat filled her mouth. There was a moment of resistance as the spongy tip of his cock crushed her uvula against the back of her mouth, but with a small adjustment in posture the island girl gave proper access to her throat. She took one last breath through her nose as he continued his slow penetration of her body.

He slid inside her inch by inch. Penelope could feel him, hot and pulsing, pressing against her throat, buldging out her neck. Her eyes watered, but they stayed open and focused on the heavy sac drawing close and closer to her face. When it again rested on her nose, drowning her in Mitches scent, she knew he had bottomed out.

"Tina said to destroy you..." One hand, large and strong, gripped Penny by her throat. "...so that's what I'm going to do."

A sudden emptiness rushed through Penelopes body as Mitch pulled back. A sudden fullness stretched her out as he slammed forward. The mountain of a man used her like a fleshlight or unahole, just something to fuck. The pressure his hand put on her neck would have been enough to **** the island girl had his thick cock not already blocked her airway.

Penelope gripped the counters edge with one hand while finger fucking herself with the other. Her fascination with cock had led her to be used in such a manner several times before, but never by a tool as girthy as the one threatening to **** the life from her. All things considered, the drunk cock slut didn't think it'd be a bad way to go.

"Betty, come here."

Mitch and the still nude brunette exchanged words. From her place on the counter, her ears filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of a rough throat fuck, her vision darkening at the edges as her aroused body struggled for air, Penelope didn't hear a word. Nor did she see her friend and fellow bridesmaid crawl away on her hands and knees.

At the bar

Tina was busy.

Music blared through the hall, most of the guests busted what moves they had on the dance floor and the booze flowed freely. The punky bartender stayed close to the counter to hide the fact she was naked from the waist down, but some of the taller guests could still see more skin then they'd expect and every time she needed to fetch something from a cooler whomever she was helping would get a glimpse of her bare ass. An ass that Betty was homing in on.

The brunette crawled up behind the pink haired bartender without care for who might see her. She admired the perky ass for a moment, then reached out to take a firm cheek in each hand. Tina was surprised and took a moment to look behind her, but the line of guests awaiting cocktails demanded her attention. It wasn't too difficult to serve drinks while having her ass groped, but tending bar while having her ass eaten was another story.

At Mitches direction Betty buried her face between Tina's cheeks. The bartender gave a short yelp but made no effort to stop her. Instead, she tried to keep her cool and keep the cocktails coming.

In the kitchen

Mitch was close.

He'd pulled out a few times to give Penny air. Each time she coughed, breathed deep, then opened her mouth and stared at his meat. She was a trooper, but he couldn't keep going. His muscles tensed, his balls tightened, he could feel the first spurt of cum rushing up his shaft. The man pulled out in time for it to splash across his cock sluts chin and neck. He took his meat in hand, took aim and pumped another rope of white gold across her face.

Like most men at the wedding, Mitch had been taunted and teased all day with no opportunity for release. By the time he had finished, when he was just ringing the last few drops of cum from his softening tool, Penelopes face had been thoroughly glazed. His load oozed down her face, smeared her makeup and matted down her hair.

She was done.

The petite polynesian princess curled up on the counter with one hand between her legs. She breathed, occasionally coughed, and rested. Satisfied.

Mitch put his dick away and returned to his post to find a crowd at the bar and no drinks being served. Tina was leaning over the counter and ignoring the guests while sticking her ass out behind her. Betty, still kneeling, still naked, tossed her salad with the same hungry passion she brought to eating pussy. The seven foot former bouncer gently pushed the pair to the end of the counter where they could have their fun in full view of the waiting guests without getting in his way.

"Alright, who's thirsty?"