Jacobs gets some more pictures before he leaves

Silence filled the alleyway for almost a minute, broken only by their heavy breathing. Finally, Jacobs managed to collect himself. He tucked his softened cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Looking around, he spotted Nancy’s discarded white tank top crumpled up on the dirty alleyway floor. He picked it up and used it to wipe the sweat off his face, then stood up.

Nancy remained motionless. Leaning against the wooden crates, her tits rose and fell with her calming breaths, speckled by droplets of quickly-congealing sperm. Her bald cunt was on full display between her slightly spread thighs and her face was scrunched up in disgust against the load that was now drying on her face. “Little help?” she asked, careful not to open her mouth wide enough for any more cum to seep in. The rush of sex was quickly disappearing and the reality of what had just happened, along with shame and disgust, began to settle in, mingling with the feeling of satisfaction in her stomach. She had let someone fuck her in the ass!

“Sure, hang on, I think I have some tissues…” Jacobs answered, smirking. In no rush whatsoever he pulled out his phone and took a number of pictures of the oblivious Latina. She sat motionless as he took a variety of snaps, closeups of her bare tits, her flushed pussy and her cum-smeared face before moving back and getting full body shots from different angles. Finally, he put his phone back and pulled out a pack of tissues, handing it to Nancy. “There you go!”

“A real gentleman!” Nancy dryly remarked as she wiped the mess off her face. She looked at the soiled tissue with a mixture of disgust and amusement before tossing it aside and taking another one.

“Yeah, well, you were a real lady!” Jacobs retorted. “Listen, this was fun and all, but I gotta go… you didn’t want to cuddle, did you, Detective Buttslut?!”

With that, the young man quickly made his way back into the bar, the steel door shutting heavily.

“Fucking prick!” Nancy muttered, finally alone. She stood up, gasping at how weak she felt and the twinge of pain radiating from her butt. “Ouch!” she groaned, grimacing, then she gingerly walked over to her jeans.

It took her a minute to get dressed, her clothes scruffy and dirty from being tossed around the alley floor. Her thong was a tattered ruin and she left it in one of the trash cans before she took a deep breath, collecting herself and headed back into the bar.

Her jaw clenched, she commenced her walk of shame, hoping to sneak through the still-crowded bar without anyone noticing her. She really needed to get home and work through what had just happened. Not only did she just have the first one-night stand of her life, she had been absolutely manhandled, giving a stranger permission to use her previously virgin asshole like his personal fucktoy. Her battered sphincter throbbed, promising to remind her of this encounter for at least a couple of days. Nonetheless, while the idea of letting someone dominate her in such a demeaning way was still humiliating, she couldn’t deny that it had been amazing as well. Her brain was still marinating in the aftermath of several powerful orgasms as she entered the main room of the bar. Keeping her head down, she aimed straight for the exit.