Picking up the pace

Once he's finally managed to bottom out in Emily's ass, the man behind her slowly withdraws his cock till just the tip remains, before slowly sliding back inside all the way to the hilt. Emily focuses on deep breaths, just as Val recommended, whilst he slowly builds his pace sliding in and out of her virgin asshole. She finally opens her eyes too, looking around at the table of observers watching her popping her anal cherry. The men all grin, seemingly pleased with the state they've reduced the poor white slut to this evening.

"How's it going down there?" Val asks, perhaps concerned by her friend's silence and heavy breathing.

"He's... so... big." Emily moans out, interrupted at each word as the man knocks the wind out of her.

He's driving his cock into her with some **** now, enough to jolt the table a little each time. He keeps his pace slow though, seemingly not wanting to break his new toy too soon.

"He is, you're taking him so well though." Val says with an almost mother-like tone.

"Really?" Emily asks, somewhat surprised at this.

"You are. Tell her boys. Tell her how good she's taking it up the ass." Val says to the men watching her.

"That's right, we'll make an anal whore out of you yet." One of the men says with a grin.

"Yeah, you're taking it like a champ hoe. Matter of fact, I think she's ready to up the pace, don't you?" One of the men says to the man fucking her ass.

"If you say so." The man says from behind her.

"Wait... that's not..." Emily starts but before she can get the words out, she has the wind knocked out of her with a particularly hard thrust.

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

The man suddenly ups his pace, thrusting hard and fast into her ass repeatedly. The **** is enough to rock her body back and forth, making her nipples rub against the fabric beneath her and provide some measure of pleasure. This is nothing in comparison to what she feels in her back door though. With each thrust it feels like he's tearing her ass apart, stretching out her poor hole again and again and again...

"Fuck! Oh fuck! My ass! You're gonna... ruin my ass!" Emily squeals out loud enough for the whole room to hear, and maybe some passersby on the street.

"You want him to slow down?" The man directly in front of her asks, seeming to take pity on the poor slut.

"No! I can... take it!" She squeezes out.

"That's the attitude!" One of the men says with a laugh.

"I wish more of these whores had her determination. Too many white bitches cracking under the pressure lately. Not you though blondie." Another adds with a smile to Val.

*CREAK* * CREAK* *CREAK*

The sound of the poker table rocking back and forth echoes throughout the room. Emily's ass is starting to burn, making things even more intense than before. Even still, it's at this point that she thinks she starts to feel something new. Somewhere mixed in amongst the pain, she feels the hint of pleasure. It's subtle, but slowly beginning to build as she learns to relax her hole better. This is aside from the added arousal her perverted mind seems to be getting from being humiliated like this in front of a crowd of strangers. She can feel her pussy dripping on the edge of the table. Hopefully the men wouldn't get mad at her.