He's done. But....

"You're a hot little bitch," he says, tucking his cock away and smiling down at your come-splattered face. You stare up at him in shame and humiliation, your pussy burning with need. More than anything, you want him to take you, ram his thick cock in your aching cunt and bring you to orgasm. The rational part of your mind scolds you, tells you to get off your knees and stop acting like a degraded bar-slut, but the whore that has awakened inside you wants more of the same. Much more.

"Thanks again sweetheart," he says with a laugh as he leaves the bathroom. With a little sob of despair you stand up on wobbly legs and look at yourself in the mirror. Curds of his cream cover your face, some of it matting in your hair. You look the very picture of a trollop, and while tears form at the thought, the fire in your pussy seems to grow hotter.

You turn on the water and start to clean your face up, wiping the evidence away with a wet paper towel. As you work you press your hips against the counter, rubbing your needy pussy against it, whimpering quietly with frustration. You're mind is full of the thought of his thick cock, not fucking your face this time, but pounding your cunt, filling you with hot fat meat, bringing you to shuddering orgasm after orgasm.

You're in the midst of freshening up and fantasizing when the door opens.

"Lisa? You ok?" You recognize Eric the bartender's voice and flush with embarrassment.

"Uhh..yeah...yeah..everything's fine..." you stammer. He steps further into the room and stands looking at you, a puzzled frown on his face.

"The last customer left this for you," he says, putting a five dollar bill on the counter. "He said to tell you your service was excellent." You blush deeply and keep cleaning up, afraid to meet his eyes.

He stands quietly for a moment, then chuckles softly. "You giving blow jobs to customers now? You know the boss will be pissed if he hears you're turning tricks in here."

"I didn't!" you blurt in embarrassed horror. "He came in here...and...and **** me...I didn't want....I couldn't stop..."

"Sure, anything you say Lisa," Eric says, eyeing your body. "But as long as you're giving it up, you won't mind being generous to a co-worker, will you?"

"What...what do you mean?" You stare at him with apprehension, watching the lust kindling in his eyes, fearing what he intends but feeling powerless to prevent it. Not even sure you want to prevent it.

He steps closer to you, sliding his hand up your back. Your needy body responds to his touch, trembling and arching against his hand, as soft moan coming from your lips.

"You know what I mean," he says, pulling your skirt up over your hips.

"Oh God no...please...Eric....no...." you whimper, but your pussy's **** fire grows hotter with each passing second. He presses you against the counter, looking into your face in the mirror. You feel his hand pulling your thong to one side, then gasp and shudder as he plunges two fingers into you.

"You're soaking wet," he chuckles. "You want this bad, don't you Lisa?"

"No...please don't...please Eric...please..." you plead, even as you press yourself against his hand, your pussy muscles squeezing his fingers.

"You mean 'please fuck me Eric' don't you?" he murmurs in your ear as you hear the hiss of his zipper.

"Oh God don't...not here...please...someone will come...please..."

"Then we'll just have to make it quick, won't we," he grunts as he rubs his cock between your flowering lips before driving his cock into you with a single hard thrust.

"OH GOD!" you squeal, as he starts to fuck you, pounding you against the counter with quick brutal strokes of his meat. His hands squeeze your ripe breasts, roughly and crudely, with no pretence of gentleness. He's just taking you, uncaring of your pleasure, caring only to use you and fuck you and own you.

Your body starts to respond, pressing back against his hammering cock, writhing in his grasp as you start to succumb to his ruthless ****. His face is buried in your hair, his breathing harsh and ragged, and he's grunting in a frenzy of excitement. You can feel your own orgasm building, and desperately squeeze your cunt around his ravishing cock, wanting to please him, but more than anything wanting to come.

Needing to come.

His frantic thrusts grow even quicker, and he throws his head back and growls as he pounds into you. You're whining and pleading with need, striving towards your own release, loving the sensation of being taken so roughly.

"Aaaaaahhhhh Fuckkkk!" he groans as his cock pulses and spasms inside you, filling you with his hot cream. You writhe desperately, trying to drive yourself to orgasm, whimpering as you get closer, then whining with frustration and need as he pulls out of you, leaving you hovering on the precipice of release.

"Don't stop! For God's sake don't stop!" you plead. "Don't leave me like this! Please Eric...Please....Help me come!"