"I want you inside me, sir, please!"

He pulled back, lining his cock up with her entrance, but proceeded no further.

"Beg!"

"Please, sir! I want your cock in my ass. Fuck me, sir, please!"

He didn't need to be asked twice. He slowly pushed forwards. Eldwyn took a deep breath as she was spread apart, until the head entered with an almost audible pop.

"Ahhh!" She cried out in both pain and pleasure, but he paid her discomfort no mind. She was his to use, and they both knew it.

With the tip in, the rest of his shaft followed relatively easily, and he slammed in all the way to the base, pushing her thighs up against the counter. In the process, her feet came off the floor, putting her even more at his mercy.

He held her there, pinned against the bar, as she moaned. He could feel the shaking of her ass from his balls hitting her. It was so tight around his cock he could barely even move. He was in pure ecstasy, and from the look on her face, she felt the same.

He bent over her, speaking softly into her ear. "What would your customers think if they saw you like this, hm?" She didn't answer, but the way her eyes rolled back in her head and the fact that she was biting down on her lip with such ferocity spoke volumes.

He **** her head upwards, making her look in the mirror behind the bar. "You see? They'd think you were a slut, Eldwyn."

"Nnnggh... n-no," she whimpered, closing her eyes.

"Yes, they would. Look at yourself. You're bent over a bar like a common whore, taking a cock up your ass. Or maybe you want me to stop?"

He accentuated that last question by withdrawing his cock half an inch.

"N-no!" Eldwyn cried, looking into the mirror at her reflection. "Please, don't stop!"

He thrust back in, burying his shaft back in to the hilt. "What are you?"

"I'm a slut," she cried, lost in her submission. "I'm your slut!"

"That's right," he grunted as he began to thrust properly. He kept one hand clamped on the back of her neck, pushing her cheek against the wood, wet with her drool.

His other hand he placed on her hip for leverage as he slammed into her again and again. He was too aroused to go slowly, and all thought of gentleness gone from his mind the moment she begged him to fuck her. The way she moved underneath him made it clear that she didn't care how fast, hard or deep he fucked her right now, as long as he did.

From the corner of his eye he could see that Audrey was watching them hungrily, breathlessly. Her legs were spread and her hand was moving rapidly underneath her skirt. He smirked, knowing that Eldwyn's moans were probably driving her just as crazy as they were him.

"Have you had enough yet?" he asked. "Or do you want more?"

Eldwyn moaned wordlessly, shoving her hips back against him as much as she could. He laughed. He kept up his brutal rhythm, pushing in as far as he could before sliding back out.

Suddenly he noticed her hand moving underneath her. Almost instinctively he slapped her hand away.

"No," he grunted, shaking his head from side to side though she couldn't see it. "You don't get to touch there. You're not some horny boy jacking off, you're a dirty slut getting fucked like the bitch you are. If you want to cum, it's going to be from your ass, understood?"

She just moaned in response.

Not good enough. He reached forwards, yanking her head backwards by her hair so she was **** to look into her own eyes in the reflection. "Do you understand?"

"Yes..." she moaned. "Oh, fuck... yes, fuck me, please."

He smirked. "Good slut."

He let go of her hair and she fell forwards onto the counter with a dull thud. He put both hands on her hips and resumed his thrusts into her. He withdrew only to slam into her again, continuing to set a hard pace. The bottles behind the bar clinked together in harmony with their moans and smacking flesh.

"Ahhn... yes, fuck... ohh..." Eldwyn whimpered. "Oh, sir... fuck me! Use my ass..."

Her submissive pleas were pushing him ever closer to the edge. He slammed into her three more times, then felt his climax was upon him. He withdrew his cock all the way from her now gaping hole and pulled her towards him.

She was almost entirely limp and would have collapsed onto the floor if he hadn't held her up. He twisted her around and **** her to her knees.

He grasped her hair with his left hand and his cock with the right.

"Open your mouth, bitch," he demanded.

Her eyes were wide and unfocused, but enough of his order penetrated through the haze of her arousal to slowly part her lips. He angled his cock towards her face as he felt his balls begin to contract.

He groaned in pleasure as thick strands of pearly cum shot out of his cock and onto her face. His knees almost buckled under him, and he only barely managed to stay upright as his semen splattered onto her her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, her nose, eventually covering most of her face. He stroked himself until he felt his orgasm fade, squeezing out the last drops onto her chin.

She looked up at him with a worshipful expression as his white seed slowly dripped down her face and onto her blouse. Her lips were open to him, a mixture of his cum and her saliva pooling on her tongue. She was beautiful.

He bent over her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, which was practically the only unsoiled part of her face left.

"Good slut," he whispered, and she sighed happily.