Amelia Gets Fingered

The men continued to taunt and slap her, making her feel more and more humiliated as she was bent over her own bar, her cheek pressed down tight.

"We're going to enjoy you, slut, and by the time we're done, you'll be begging for more."

While one hand pressed her face and tits down tight, another hand crept up the inside of her leg, the sensual feel of the rough palm on her skin made her tremble a little. Her pussy betrayed her.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

As the hand eased closer to its destination, Amelia bit her lip, trying to stifle a whimper of desire. The feel of the hand, rough and calloused, felt like a firmer promise of what was to come. Her breath hitched in her throat as she knew this wasn't just a simple touch but a gesture, a command.

With a soft sigh, she allowed her legs to spread wider, her body engulfed in anticipation. She could feel herself pulsating, moistness gathering, her body yearning for the touch of his rough hand. And then it happened, the hand settled between her legs, teasing her.

As the hand gently caressed the delicate folds, she felt her body respond with an involuntary wave of pleasure. The slight prickle of nerves in her nipples and the fluttering of her heartbeat in her chest told her she was on the edge of surrendering completely. She knew this man was not someone she could resist, no matter how hard she might try.

The hand delved deeper, sliding between her moist lips easily, stroking her skin with deliberate precision. His touch was powerful, and even more so because he seemed to know exactly how to make her body sing. He slipped one finger inside her, causing her to moan out softly. The sensation was intense, and she could feel herself start to pant softly, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips.

As his finger moved inside her, he began to twist and curl it, hitting her most sensitive spot. Her entire body seemed to ignite from the sensation, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a cyclical pattern that had her writhing in pleasure. She was whimpering softly now, her mind hazy with the building pleasure, her thoughts consumed by the need for release.

"That's right, slut," the man said, his voice low and rough. "Feel it all.”

Her breath hitched as the bounty hunter's hand continued to explore her, teasing her desire with feather-light touches, trailing along her folds with deliberate precision. She could feel the heat building within her, the lust that she had been trying to suppress suddenly bubbling to the surface.

"Beg for it, slut," the hunter growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg for what you so desperately crave."

Amelia's mind raced with a mixture of shame and arousal. Her body was reacting to his touch, betraying her in ways she never expected. She knew she had to resist, to maintain some semblance of control. But the pleasure his fingers were drawing from her body seemed to weaken her resolve little by little. She needed a cock inside her.

"Please," she managed to breathe out, her voice barely audible. "Please, fuck me.”