He's going to anyway

*** At the bar ***

Henry and the others were being approached by one of the bartenders, telling them that they were being way too loud for the other patrons. Nick was being especially obnoxious, with my husband (even with an unbelievable amount of **** in his system) desperately trying to play the pacifist and de-escalate the situation. It didn't work and Amy laughed, watching as Ryan attempted to punch the bartender, who easily avoided his stumbling attack. Soon enough, my group of friends and my husband were escorted outside, where Ryan lit up a cigarette while my husband, with a very puzzled look on his face, asked "Wait, where is Heather?." Amy, for a moment there, had a very guilty look on her face. Sure, she knew that something was going on, but didn't know how far it went.

** Back in the van **

"oOOooh...Oooh..."

I panted and purred, my pussy wet and aching from the fucking I got not too long ago. I was in a daze, completely confused and unaware of what Nick was doing. I started to wake up a little when he grabbed the massage oil and drizzled it all over my ass and then in my crack. Feeling it drip down to my legs, I groaned before his hands grabbed two handfuls of my ass, slapping them lightly as if to wake me up. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, and my asshole clenched. Watching me splayed out on the floor of his van, ass sticking out with pussy dripping. He smiled at the sight, taking a picture with a very bright flash, just for the occasion. He came back to me, apply more of that hot massage oil only now focusing only on my asshole, circling around it with his finger.

"NooOoo...." I protested weakly.

He laughed, before slapping my ass hard, a very visible handprint on one cheek. The fat mushroom tip of his dick began to push against my asshole. While I am ashamed to say this, I did curve my back, pushing my fat ass against him. It was going to hurt, I knew that much - but in this frame of mind, I didn't really care. While he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside of me, my asshole clenched and I breathed in deeply. "Your ass is so fucking tight Heather" he groaned, pushing more of it inside. I felt the warmth of his cock and it was a very strange feeling, to say the least. "I can't wait to pound this...fucking...big ass of yours.."

He kept pushing and somehow had managed to **** his cock halfway in, as he pulled out carefully we both moaned.

"I really need to punish that booty of yours for teasing me so much..." he said, his fingers going to my pussy again. His hand pushing my back down, his long digits fingered me with wet sloppy noises filling the room. I arched my back, cooing while he finger banged me, getting my own fluids and mixing it with the massage oil on my ass. "I'm thinking of pounding your big ass the whole night and then cumming in your pussy over and over again. Doesn't that sound so good **Heather...?"**

** Outside the bar **

Henry and the others were laughing while they were outside of the bar. A few cigarettes were lit, with Henry's friend grunting about how this bar sucked. Amy attempted to text me, which I was obviously not in a position to answer. That worried look on her face got worse when she noticed Nick's van in the parking lot, slightly rocking in the dead of the night. "Um...Henry? Don't get mad, but..."