"Yes"

"Yes," she whispered, shame racing through her. God, she was supposed to be here getting famous, using her beauty for more than whoring, and here she was selling her body to make enough for cab fare.

"Good girl," Jerome told her, twirling her to face the cameras as he pulled out his dick behind her, his other hand lifting her top. "Play with your tits," he ordered.

With eyes brimming with tears she kneaded her breasts, thinking "I'm not a slut, I'm not a whore, I'm not a... a hooker." She barely felt what she was doing, a rough mauling of herself, mechanical motions that did nothing for her and were all for show.

When Jerome bent her forward, lifting her skirt she put her hands forward against the wall, staring up at a camera, searching for an indication that it was on or off. A groan came from both of them as Jerome dipped and then straightened, burying himself slowly into her sopping cunt.

"Christ you're hot. What a tight, wet cunt!" he exclaimed, slipping his sizable member all the way in with a single thrust. He had to dip again to pull himself out, a long movement that seemed to scrape along every nerve ending she had.

Knowing it was awful and degrading and wrong Bria tried not to feel pleasure, but even her shame couldn't combat the fires they'd stoked on the bus, and as he began slipping in and out faster and harder she started panting until finally he slammed into her hard enough to lift her off her feet.

She was mortified to hear herself mewling a protest as he stopped, pulling out most of the way before turning her around, making her yelp as he lifted one long flexible leg over his head before slamming it into her face-to-face.

"Flexible, little cunt," he whispered into her flaming face, pulling out slowly before ramming it all the way in, repeating it over and over, her feet leaving the ground every time. Finally she put her arms around his neck, pulling her back away from the rough wall. His hands cupped her ass and at first he lifted her up and down.

Then he simply threw her up with each forceful thrust and let gravity bring her down again. Finally he started to actually pull her back down after each thrust, slamming her down the full length of his cock. Each time he embedded himself her clit felt the pressure of being caught between her and him, and each time she found herself shamefully crying out.

In spite of the humiliation and wrongfulness the blonde beauty was right back up at the peak and verging on orgasm as he slammed home one last time.

Only this time he didn't pull back out or toss her into the air like she expected. And as her clit seemed to send out a long wailing protest she realized that he was cumming, pasting her insides with his semen.

"Noooo," she whined up at him, not sure if she was protesting him cumming, her not climaxing, or him dumping his seed into her tight cunt.

"Oh God," he finally gasped, and pulled his shrivelling cock out of her juicy snatch. He'd already begun to shrink, and she found herself moaning. Without the steel pole there was no stimulation for her poor little clit, and his withdrawal wasn't enough to give her that small fraction of a push she needed to reach her own glorious orgasm.

"Jesus girl, let go, I'm done with you," he said, prying her hands from around his neck, and her legs from around his waist. He plopped her down on one of the benches, slouched in a daze with her legs wide open.

Wiping his sweating brow he tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping up as he turned around. "You're a decent fuck, slut."

"W... Wait," she protested, as he walked away. "My... my money!" she called, feeling a deep shame as she choked out the words.

"First rule of hooking, Bria Juergens," he called back as he rounded the corner, passing the two black guys who started to move in for their turn. "Get paid up front."