Frustrated

Just as Cindy and Sketchy reached the back door, someone else opened it and let them in. Max breathed a sigh of relief. It was worth losing her panties to Sketchy.

"Get back to fucking me, bitch" said the stranger Max was impaled upon. Max started pushing back into him, driving his cock deeper into her ass. Her ass spasmed with waves of pleasure as the stranger's cock kept plowing into her rectum. Then she felt him swell.

"No, you can't cum yet! I'm not ready!" she cried out.

"Ready or not, bitch, here I cum!" the stranger said with a wicked laugh. Squirt after squirt of hot, sticky cum filled Max's ass. Then he pulled out of her ass with a pop, pulled his pants up, and walked away, leaving Max naked and frustrated.

"You mother fucker! I never would have fucked you if I knew you were like that!" She took off a boot and threw it at him, hitting him in the head. He turned to look at her, but all Max could see was this stupid expression on his face before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell to the ground, ****. She walked out into the alley and picked up her clothes, and retrieved the boot she had thrown.

After Max got dressed, she decided to check the **** stranger for ID. She found his wallet, and much to her dismay found out he was a police officer. "Oh great!" she thought to herself. She dragged him back behind the trash bins and headed back inside the club.

Just as she opened the back door, Max was hit with that all too familiar feeling again. The heat hit her again, only this time worse than the last since she wasn't able to cum.