Suffer with your ass

You know part of you wants to try to take this man in your behind in the hope he also finds his way to your ladies pocket but you have a commandment to suffer, and suckling on this piece of meat is not suffering. You muse that is some regards it is quite pleasant but snap out of it and drag your wanton mouth off it and pull your heavy skirts up, turn and bend. You feel the manhood swat against your buttocks and try as you might you can't quite steer it to your rosebud.

Hiking the skirts up further and trying to hold the bundle of clothes with just one hand you reach with the other and clutch the emboldened rod, leaning back into it and navigating it to your puckered twice used hole. Feeling the pressure on it mount as you try to mount the fleshy spear. The pain builds, and whilst most would take that as a sign to stop you know it means you are doing it right. It seems it surge into your rear and you cry out and push your buttocks to the wall. A high pitched Hispanic voice declares.

"You're pussy is very tight lady."

"It's my ass."

You assert back as you start to slide your rear off the cock, but your response pronounced a strange sound of surprise followed by a reaction you could only have hoped for. His shaft starts bucking back and forth and to prevent him exiting your ass you slam it back against the wall and let him pound your butt through the small hole. You grit your teeth as he uses you, but it is still not as it was the first time or even the second. But you cannot deny it is suffering albeit diminished.

You clutch on to the chair for support. And try to withstand the withering blows and can feel the thin wall bounce as the man throws his body against the wall, you bend further down and shift your hips to try to prevent your skirts from ending this. The banging increases but at a tempo not in line with the fucking you are receiving. Then you feel him push deep and spasm, thrust back out and in and spasm more before withdrawing from you.

Your ass feels wet and hot, you stumble away from the wall and steady yourself, your supporting hand slipping between your legs and feeling the damp cleft around your anus and pulls back. You had feared blood but it is nothing more than a combination of cum and sweat. You stand to rest your back, feel your insides shift back into place and hear the man leave and another enter. As you turn you notice something on the floor, two more fifties. Are these men paying you for sex?