Turn around and let him have your ass

You swallow fearfully as your eyes dart from the knife to the fat cock the guard drags out of his jeans. It's brown, uncircumsized and long, though not fully hard yet. Your fear of the knife overcomes your urge to fight. You respond to the guard's hand on your ass by submissively turning, leaning forward with your hands against the wall and your ass thrust out at him.

"Oh, mi niña, tu culo es jugoso como un melocotón!" he says with a laugh and roughly jerks down your pants, revealing the pale hemispheres of your shapely ass. "Usted tiene que darme un gusto."

He falls to his knees behind you and you yelp as he grabs your ass and buries his face in it. He kisses and licks all over your plump cheeks, his passion manifested in moans and loud smacking lips. You look back at the sight of his head pressed into your ass and you moan despite yourself. He's rimming your ass, something you've never felt before, and you reach into the space between your pants, yanked midway down your thighs, and your legs, and begin to stroke your pussy.

The guard's tongue slides from your ass and he stands. You sigh as you feel his cock stroking against your cheeks.

"Ahora es el momento de follar, un poco dulce," he laughs, spreading your cheeks with one hand and guiding his cock to the divot of your asshole. You try to relax, but there's no escaping the pain. His cock spears into your spit-slicked hole, stretching it to the limit as he spears your ass on his fat cock. He fucks into you slowly, but soon picks up the pace, slamming his cock balls-deep into your aching hole and prompting soft cries of pleasure and pain.

You lower your head and take it, even thrusting back against him a little and playing with your pussy. You don't cum, but he does, shouting something unintelligible in Spanish as he slams deep into you and pumps a hot load into your guts. You feel it shuddering up his cock and feel the warmth spreading inside you.

He pulls out with a pop of suction and you feel so empty. Some cum drains out of your stretched asshole and drips to the floor. He leans back, laughing, as you pull up your pants and wipe the tears beading in your eyes.

"Gracias, cariño," he says and gives you a long, beery tongue kiss. "Ahora vuelve al trabajo!" he smacks your ass and leans back against the barricade, obviously done with you.

You make your way through the open door, feeling a little sore and walking a bit awkwardly.