What’s its like being a fuckbunny

The casino noise receded as the customer dragged me toward the restroom instead of the dimly lit backrooms where I needed to go. Fuck. The crystal had to be hidden there this time—I was sure of it. But I couldn’t just break character now. I had to be the perfect little fuckbunny, the willing, needy plaything they were paying for.

If we had gone where I wanted, I could’ve slipped him the pill tucked in the lining of my stockings, let him slump into unconsciousness while I rifled through his pockets for the key I needed. Instead, I had **** but to play along, pasting on a sultry pout, letting my hips sway as he yanked me into the cramped, filthy space of the men’s toilets. Hopefully, this wouldn’t take too long.

He shoved me forward roughly, making me stumble. My hands landed on the grimy tile wall, face inches from the gaping, black void of the gloryhole. My stomach twisted.

Then I felt him behind me, strong hands gripping my waist, yanking my tight bunny-suit to the side. He wasted no time, fingers teasing, spreading me apart just enough to make me squirm before he lined up and rammed in without an ounce of hesitation. My eyes flew wide as a sharp gasp was punched from my lips, body tensing from the sudden intrusion. The bastard didn’t care. He grunted, fingers digging into my shoulders as he started a ruthless, pounding rhythm, using me like the cheap club whore he thought I was. Always making sure I was line up perfectly as if he was waiting for someone to take up the place.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse—

A thick cock pushed through the gloryhole.

My breath hitched, a second of disbelief before the stranger on the other side **** my lips apart with his cock.

He didn’t tease, didn’t ease in—just shoved his cock straight down my throat, stretching my lips around his girth. I gagged instantly, throat tightening around him as my customer behind me slammed deeper, his thrusts shaking my whole body. The **** of it drove me forward, making me take more of the cock in front of me, **** on it, drool spilling past my lips as I tried to breathe.

I was being used. Completely, mercilessly stuffed from both ends, spit-roasted like a filthy little slut, my body nothing but an eager hole for them to use.

The man behind me groaned, his pace unrelenting, balls slapping against me as he fucked me like he owned me. My tits bounced wildly from the **** of it, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure and humiliation straight to my core. My throat convulsed around the cock stuffing my mouth, my muffled whimpers drowned beneath the wet, obscene sounds of my own gagging.

And the worst part? The heat coiling low in my belly, the shameful slickness dripping down my thighs, the way my body clenched greedily around them despite myself.

The stranger at the gloryhole grunted, hips twitching before he shoved himself in to the hilt, his cock pulsing against my tongue. A hot, thick flood of cum spilled down my throat, forcing me to swallow as he held there, making sure I took every last drop. Spit and cum dribbled down my chin, my lips glistening with the mess he turned me into.

But it wasn’t over.

Behind me, my paying customer and target groaned, his grip on my waist now bruising as his thrusts turned ****, frantic. He was close. I felt it in the way his cock throbbed inside me, in the way his breath came in ragged pants.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, pounding harder, making my legs tremble. “Gonna fill you up, bitch—gonna breed this little whore pussy.”

I barely had time to brace before he slammed in one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside me, a hot rush filling me to the brim. He held me there, grinding against me as he rode out his release, my body wracked with overstimulation, my thighs slick with my own arousal and his cum dripping down between them.

When he finally pulled out, I sagged forward against the wall, panting, my legs barely holding me up.

I hoped that was the end of it.

But the night was far from over.

Next time, Olivia was handling this shit. I shouldn’t have been so cocky, shouldn’t have insisted I’d take care of it alone. Because now, as I wiped my lips with the back of my trembling hand, my head still spinning, I knew—

This was only the beginning as more men started entering the place it seems he had invited some friends over.