Finishing the sentence with a few harsh humps, rattling the little rabbit for all his worth.

He bit his lip, huffing soft moans with each of her thrusts. He couldn’t recall himself ever being this sensitive… but something about that woman's advances just left him… wanting. The naughty thoughts and ideas, the imagination of it all seeped into his mind. His eyes ever so slightly growing foggy as the idea of him being passed around as some slut, a **** to their pleasure, willingly taking what the masses offered for him to do… a jolt ran down his spine as his body shivered. His rear pressing against the Lady’s hips as she smacked them harshly against his subtle ass, the counter shaking under the last thrust. His panting breath echoing from him as he was seemingly fully absorbed in these delicious imaginations.

She gripped a handful of his hair, tugging them hard, causing his head and chest to be heaved from the countertop.

“You can see it, can’t you… drooling with seed… from people you don’t know, faces you can’t remember… you’re not the type to ask such things… just lift your hips and shake… till they stuff you over and over…”

Every further word was punctuated with a harsh humping of her hips slamming into his rear.

“Cause. You’re. A. Whore!”

With the last word her cockless hips pressed hard against the rabbit. Each thrust sending more and more jolts through his body, causing him to squirm and writhe in delight. His half open eyes staring off into the middle distance as his mind was coaxed into the scene the Lady fed him with. Shivers and jolts teasing him relentlessly as he would picture himself doing exactly that… exactly as he painted it. He saw himself, on his knees, a cokc in his ass, pumping away with no regard of the rabbit, just a fleshy hole to relief himself with… his face stuffed between some Lady’s cunt as various juices tainted his senses. His eager tongue lapping at the tasty mess, her of her juices, as his face was just another masturbatory tool to get herself off with. His own inferior member drooling as he was ravaged again, and again, and again. Every hole fucked viciously and folled to the brim with cum and other fluids. His skin covered in the same as he pictured himself as just a mess… a **** to those that wished to use him… While he was pushed up against the counter, the words and images echoing in his mind, he would feel his member begin to make a mess against his skirt…

“I bet you’re wet right now, aren’t you? Thinking of it… wondering… picturing… your mouth full… ass full… pussy full… just hands… tits… ass… everything you are, being used for everyone's pleasure… your orgasms being little more than an accident for these brutes… no… they just need your holes, your lips and knots…”

She sleeks her right hand down to his knee to slip it up his skirt. Inch by inch she’d stroke his bare hearty thighs till the hand met his cheeks. He shivered at every one of her touches. Why was he this way with her…? He just felt like he was being swallowed up by something greater… Seeing and feeling fantasies he never even knew himself he had…

“Say it… whore… say you’re a cum cleaning, cock sucking little slut… say! It!”

He shivered and trembled at every word. Her touch edged him on… His lips parting slowly… how could he not obey? How could he not do as he was told in this moment? His trembling lips parting as his weak, breathy voice was heard.

“M-... Miss is right… I… I am a wh-whore… a cum cleaning… c-cock sucking little s-slut… mhmmmpffuuuuck”