He enjoys himself, she doesn't.

Her eyes wide with fear, she begged him pitifully. "Please! I...I'll suck your cock. I give really good blowjobs! Please...not in my ass!"

He laughed and reached out for her arm, gripping it tight. "Oh yes, you will suck my cock indeed. But after it has been in your ass. Won't that be fun?"

The color drained from the pretty blonde's face. She didn't think that sounded fun at all. In fact, it sounded like the exact opposite of fun. But he was so much bigger than her, what could she do? Trembling, Jordyn realized she had ****, and that she better make it as painless as possible.

In a small voice she said, "What do you want me to do?"

"That's better," he said. "You're going to obey me and make this easier on yourself, aren't you?" She nodded, not looking at him. He tugged her by the arm as he moved to the couch in the living room, releasing his grip as he sat down. He leaned back, made himself comfortable, and grinned up at her.

"I have been looking at your Instagram, ever since I learned that a famous American girl was coming to stay here. It seems that you are famous simply for shaking your ass, is this not correct?"

Jordyn blushed deeply. "Not just for that," she said quietly in a wounded tone, eyes cast downward.

"What's that?" His voice was sharp.

She swallowed loudly. Fuck, she thought. I've made him mad already. "I...yes, I mean. I am famous for shaking my ass." The words felt humiliating to say.

"Show me," he said. "Show me how the famous Jordyn Jones shakes that sexy young ass."

Breathing deeply, she turned around and halfheartedly wiggled her butt in front of him. Encased in her tight yoga pants, the cheeks wobbled. Juan leaned forward and roughly slapped her across the right asscheek.

"Owwww!" cried Jordyn, turning around, finally looking into his eyes with a hurt, frightened expression.

He met her gaze with cruel disdain. "This is not how Instagram sluts parade themselves. Do it properly."

She rubbed her sore butt cheek and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying. I won't let cry in front of him! she thought to herself fiercely. No matter what he does, I won't give him that satisfaction.

Turning away from him again, she began to dance. Her juicy ass shimmied and shook as she wriggled and wiggled. The pain of his slap was fading, and Jordyn focused on her movements, losing herself to the rhythm and trying to push her mind far away from the horror of what was happening. But even as she put on a smile and paraded herself for him, the knowledge that he was going to **** her ass and make her suck him after filled her with dread.

He made her dance for him for almost fifteen minutes straight as he calmly sat back and watched. She jumped around energetically, her ass about a foot away from his face, doing all of the sexy moves she could think of. When he finally told her to stop, her body was hot and tired, her pretty face flushed, a glistening of sweat on her forehead. But he only stopped her to demand a lap dance, and so she shook her curvy butt all over him, grinding and writhing like a stripper, coaxing the erection she could feel beneath her into a thicker, fuller bulge. His hands were all over her as she pleased him in this way, squeezing her young body. He spoke encouragingly to her in vulgar ways, calling her a whore, a slut, a puta, telling her to shake that sexy ass for him.

After what felt like hours, he mercifully told her to stop. Jordyn panted, standing weakly with her ass right in front of him. She felt his hands grab the top of her yoga pants and yank them down around her upper thighs, exposing her naked ass. Her breath was ragged as she awaited the unpleasantness that was sure to come.

"Open yourself," he barked. Jordyn swallowed, reached back, and pulled her soft cheeks open. "Wider!" he commanded, and she spread them as much as she could. It was so incredibly humiliating, hold herself open like this for him. His breath was hot, she could feel it on her exposed asshole. Her face burned bright red with shame.

The feeling of his wet tongue on her made the pretty blonde squeal and jump forward. His hand came down hard on her ass, and she squealed louder.

"Don't move, slut," he warned. Whimpering, she stood as still as she could, holding herself wide open for him, breathing heavily as his tongue wetted her asshole.

"I think that is all the lubrication you will need," he said as he stood up from the couch. "I want your sexy ass to be tight when I **** it."