A titfuck

The guy stood up and Lisa winced anxiously as he squeezed her tits hard, ”What's the problem, you snooty bitch? You think you're too good to get fucked?”

Lisa awkwardly corrected her skirt and murmured, ”I'm so sorry, sir, but I'm not a prostitute.”

She hoped that she hadn't disappointed him too much – partly because she was a genuinely attentive and pleasing person – partly because of fear that he would just fuck her anyway.

But to Lisa's relief, the man just shrugged and smirked at her. ”Fine,” he said, ”But you'd better make me cum on your tits if you want to see any of that cash.”

”Okay, you got it, sir,” Lisa sighed.

The rude sailor sat down on the edge of the toilet and spread his legs apart. ”Then get on your knees, bitch” he ordered. A bit clumsily, Lisa slipped down to the sticky floor in front of him. She leaned in and wrapped her hand around his cock once more and began stroking it up and down. His dick was even bigger up close and Lisa couldn't help staring at it as she moved her hand along the throbbing shaft.

She picked up a faster pace, eager to get him off as quickly as possible to get this over with. But after a good while of tactless jerking and pulling he was still nowhere near, and Lisa's arm began to tire.

The man growled impatiently. He pierced her with a contemptuous glare as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in closer, ”Dumb fucking bitch, use those big tits of yours instead,” he grumbled. Lisa obeyed and awkwardly wrapped her huge breasts around his swollen cock. She wasn't very skilled at titfucking but as she managed to hold her bosom firmly embraced around his dick nonetheless and began bobbing up and down.

That did the trick. The man seemed to enjoy the sensation of her firm, silky flesh and he let out a low growl of pleasure. Precum leaked copiously out of his cockhead, lubricating the deep chasm between Lisa's breasts. He grabbed her tits, all sore from the previous manhandling, and pinched her nipples painfully while he took control. Soon he was thrusting and bucking his hips violently and fucked the slick tunnel between Lisa's pliant breasts.

”That's it, you stuck-up bitch,” the man growled through his teeth, ”Earn that cash and make me cum, you fucking whore.”

Lisa blushed while her whole body rocked up and down. Her big udders flopped against his lap, again and again, hugging his throbbing cock even tighter against her velvety skin. She moaned softly and locked her big brown eyes with his through his furious thrusting and the barrage of verbal abuse, figuring that would send faster over the edge. She even lowered her head and gently licked his thick purple cockhead when it popped up of her cleavage.

He didn't last long. With his whole body tensing, the man's eyes rolled back and he growled out more vulgarities. His cock throbbed violently between Lisa's breasts, and she flinched as a glob of cum suddenly shot up and hit her straight between the eyes. She tried to turn her head away to avoid the torrent of hot semen, but the obnoxious guy managed to shoot another rope of spunk across her face before the rest splashed all over her neck and her breasts.

The man came down from his climax and leaned back on the toilet seat with a blissful sigh.

”Here you go Big tits, you earned this,” he said and threw the agreed-upon sum of credits on the dirty floor. Lisa leaned back against the booth wall and murmured thanks. The man stood up and pulled his pants up. ”And there's more where that came from for next time,” he said with a smug grin, walked passed Lisa and returned to the bar.

As he left, Lisa heard a strange sound from outside the stall and froze in horror. A drunk bar patron, one of the Starlight's regulars, was standing there watching her and jerking his cock. Before Lisa could react the man groaned looking straight into her eyes and ejaculated on the floor in front of him.

”Ew, gross! Get the fuck out of here!” she cried.

”Thanks for the show, slut,” he said with a scornful smile before he turned and left her alone.

”As if this day wasn't humiliating enough,” Lisa murmured. She gathered the credits and got on her feet. She staggered to a bathroom mirror and watched her reflection. God, that asshole really got his money's worth. He had painted her tits with a huge load, and underneath the generous splotches of spunk were bright red handprints that would surely leave bruises.

But what stung the most was that awful name calling. What if he was right though? After all, she had let him do this to her. ”Slut,” she said out loud to her reflection. A deep feeling of shame washed over her. But also a slight sense of achievement. And as much as she hated to admit it, her pussy was sopping wet.

She washed up as best she could, then she sighed and went out to fetch a mop.