Here. And now.

You don't ask him to go anywhere. He understands. Your thong is on the floor. You think it's been cut with some sort of scissors, but you're not sure. It doesn't matter. His jeans are at his knees. So are his trunk shorts. He is massive. Even bigger than you thought. Way bigger than you.

It's as if he had broken a door with a strong kick, and entered your personal room without any care or calm. It's not gentle, it's not soft. But it feels amazing. You start screaming at the first thrust of his hips, still in his arms. From surprise and pain, from receiving such a huge thing in you all of a sudden, but soon also from pleasure, exitement, and encouragement. He's good. He's damn good. You call him what he likes, to encourage him so that he'll go faster. You call him daddy, master, you call him your man, your bull, you call him just anything you can. You insult him too. Motherfucker, you pig, dirty shit, bastard, come on you sick fuck, bang me, bang your little bitch, yes, don't stop, deeper, deeper, harder.

He too is not kind to you. He tells you to shut up, grabs you closer, puts a hand over your mouth and blocks you on a wall, legs spread, just receiving him. He spits on your face. He slaps you. You don't care. It excites you even more. You bite his hand, he grins and turns you back to him, facing the cold counter, pulls you and penetrates you again. He turns you on your back after a while. His stamina is amazing. He's dropped all his clothes now. He comes and goes, encouraged by your constant flow of insults and begs for more. He sweats a lot. His chest is very hairy, very icky from his sweat and your spit. He's wearing a small medallion. A small crescent. It bounces on his chest as he rips you apart, again, and again, and again. You feel your ass on fire, but also your own cock, very hard, aching. You start touching yourself, he doesn't stop you. You moan and scream, until in a flash of pain and pleasure a spurt of warm whiteness falls on your own face. He makes you swallow it. You obey. You're good. You're tamed.

He choked you when he came. You liked it. He's gone now, the machine has been fixed. You're still on your kitchen counter. His cum is all around your ass. You've been staying here for at least an hour, while he worked, panting. When he was done he came back and keeping your legs spread, slid your cock between his lips. Until grabbing his hair and moaning, begging for him to make you cum, you had another orgasm. He kissed you afterwards, making sure you didn't miss a drop. That you swallowed everything. As a goodbye. And left you here to recover. With a phone number written on your belly. He took your purse, while leaving, emptying it from the about 400 credits it contained. Pocketed the cash, without a question, and put the purse back on the table. You didn't care.