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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

As Freya sat between the two men, she stretched out her legs once more, still trying to get rid of the pins and needles dancing down to her toes. Once she realized the men were ignoring her for the most part, she started to shimmy into the skirt once more, glad to have something even if it was a pathetic scrap of fabric.

She hummed softly, knowing the loud music would cover it up, when Jack pulled her into his side once more. She sat stiffly against him at first, trying not to lean to much into him. But her body was starting to come down from the adrenaline that pumped through her system at all the times they forced her to take them, making her cum around them. It didn't take long for their talking to turn into buzzing, mixing with the bass of the music thudding throughout her body. She started to sag against Jack, hating that she was enjoying his warmth as she sat next to him nearly naked, as her eyes started to flutter close.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because when next she opened her eyes, Sam and James were gone and Jack was speaking to her. She blinked slowly, her hands raising to rub at her eyes before she remembered, thankfully before touching them, and forced her hands back to her lap quickly once more. It took several seconds, though it felt like years to her sleep- and drink- heavy brain, to process what Jack had asked her.

Her eyes slid past him to the dance floor, the people who had been watching turned away some time ago once they realized that show seemed to be over. Now, she watched as people danced, jumped, and swayed to the loud thumping music with a slight frown, her eyes quickly skipping over more than one couple who appeared to be having sex out on the floor itself. Her brow wrinkled, her frown just a little deeper. This really wasn't her type of scene, she usually needed to be coaxed into dancing and that was usually with the large group of girls. Not alone with only the man who forces her to bend to his will.

She wanted to say no, she wanted to go home and shower and crawl into her bed. But she knew she couldn't, not anymore. So she sighed quietly, the loud club swallowing the sound so it wasn't heard, and schooled her features once more before turning back to Jack. She opened her mouth to agree before she remembered her lack of attire, her blush on her face once more, "May I have my shirt first, please, sir?"
 
Jack paused in thought for a moment at his pet's question. Should he give it back? After all, part of the reason he wanted to go out on the dance floor was to show her off like a prize. However, if she enjoyed it more Freya might get more comfortable with him faster. So, he relented and handed over the thin material to the teen, offering a kind smile as he did.

"Well then, shall we dance, my pet?" He asked as he gently took her by the hand to help her stand from the booth.

The older man guided her out from the curtains where now they could easily see that the party was in full swing. Just like before there was women more scantily clad than Freya dancing on platforms as eye candy, just tape partially covering their chests while they wore thin thongs to barely cover the rest of their modesty. From here they could also see the other booths too, where the silhouettes of people could be seen through curtains. Some of them were just some people chilling out and talking, while a couple were engaging in more... vigorous acts. There was even one booth with an open curtain where one could plainly see one of the waitresses giving head to a customer as he chatted with his friend.

Freya wouldn't have too much time to linger on the sight however, as Jack quickly took her into the throng of people on the dance floor. Once they got to a somewhat open spot her master stopped to begin dancing with her. He wasn't actually that bad of a dancer. Of course he wasn't amazing at it, but he was much better than one would think just looking at him. As Jack danced, he'd dance against Freya at times. His hands would glide over her body, fingers delicately tracing over her bared skin, teasing her with his touch.
 
Freya took the shirt and the little comfort it offered, murmuring a small thanks to Jack as she quickly pulled the fabric over her head. When she looked up once more, she hesitantly took Jack's hand, following him onto the dancefloor. She kept close to him, her free hand crossing over her stomach, unable to keep her eyes from wandering. She glanced at the other booths but quickly looked away when she realized what, exactly, the silhouettes we're doing, though Jack didn't allow her to longer long anyways.

When Jack stopped in a more open spot on the floor and started dancing, Freya was still distracted by the women dancing on the platforms, unable to force herself to look away even with how embarrassed she was by the entire situation. She blinked and looked up at Jack when she felt him moving against her.

She started to move with him. Though, since she was sobering up and still trying to protect herself from anyone watching her, she wasn't nearly as good at as him. She tried to stay close to him, trying not to get in his way, as her worry that some stranger would try to take advantage of how she was forced to dress caused her to jump whenever someone brushed against her. When he put his hands on her, she wrapped her arms around him, using him to try and better shield herself even as her eyes fluttered at his teasing touch. Gooseflesh rose on her skin despite the heat generated from the mass of bodies around them as she pressed herself against him.

Freya didn't want to be separated from Jack, her finger tight on the back of his shirt once more. She may not like him but at least he knew how unwilling she was in all this. The other men in this place would be too drunk and too high to care.
 
Jack was excited to dance with Freya. Ever since he first saw her swaying on the dance floor that fateful night, he thought about how fun it would be to do something like that once she was his. And what was going on now was a complete let down.

He sighed in disappointment as she focused on shielding herself from the throng of strangers. If Freya continued to behave like this, it would be no fun at all. Jack needed her to let loose and actually have some fun.

"Relax, girl." He growled into her ear as he continued to dance, grinding up against her to at least make the most of their closeness. "I'll not let anyone go too far with you, and keep them at bay. You don't have anything to fear anyways. There's too much going on and plenty of other lonely girls dressed just like you for anyone to pay any attention.
"So dance for me properly. Or, we could have some fun with the curtains down."
 
Freya tightened her hold on him slightly as Jack growled in her ear, the action causing tingles to race up and down her spine. She swallowed the tiny mewl that threatened to escape her throat as he ground against her, holding each other as she tried to follow his movements. She met Jack's eyes as she contemplated his words. Did she trust him to actually protect her here, after everything he did to her, everything he forced her to do? He said there was nothing to fear, but she knew that was a lie, with what she was wearing, with what kind of club this actually was. He wanted her to relax only to threaten to force her once again, to fuck her if she doesn't submit to his whim.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let her forehead fall forward against him, landing against his chest. He was so much bigger than her.

She took several deep breaths, his scent filling her lungs, as she tried to pretend. She wasn't here with a man who was blackmailing her into being his toy. She wasn't wearing some slutty outfit that she had been threatened into. Instead, she tried to pretend that she was in some cute clothes that she actually liked. That she was somewhere fun with her friends. That she was safe and all of her sexual experience hadn't been forced upon her, that she was still a virgin.

She took another deep breath, relaxing marginally with each one. With her eyes still closed, she forced her grip on Jack to relax. She took one last deep breath and started to sway and move with him. She was still too sober to truly be relaxed, to be as free as that night her friends had taken her to that bar. But she was more relaxed and was moving with Jack and the music better than when he first dragged her out onto the dance floor.
 
With the increase of effort on Freya's part, Jack's mood soon elevated. Once again he danced about her, though this time he was using her as part of his dance. His hands groped and stroked against the exposed skin of her arms, waste and even thighs. At the same time he would grind and rub against her, his member growing hard once again for her to feel through his clothing.

And as promised, the older man did indeed keep any who would do anything untoward to his pet at bay. A few tried to approach only to be cowed away under Jack's stern glare. Others who dared to be bold enough to try and reach for Freya were met with a similar fate, though often with a bruised hand as well. Jack didn't really feel like sharing right now anyways.

The more they danced the more daring her master became. As he traced his fingers over her belly, he drew them upwards until he met the edge of her open cupped bra. That didn't stop him though and as he danced behind her with his as wrapped about her front, Jack began teasing the undercleavage of her chest.
 
Freya bit her lip, a small moan crawling up her throat as Jack danced with her, touching her and grinding against her. She tried to follow his movements as best as she could, blushing and avoiding his eyes once more when she felt his hard length pressed against her through their clothes.

To her shock, he kept his word, scaring off any of the other club-goers. The first time some random tried to push his luck and reached for her, Freya jumped in shock when Jack grabbed him, bruising the stranger's wrist until he got the message that Jack was not looking to share at the moment.

Freya hid her frown by turning her back to Jack, still dancing with him, as her traitorous heart lept in her chest at his every defense of her. She wasn't supposed to like it, to like him, when Jack decided to act like a decent person. She wouldn't even be in this situation at all if it wasn't for him anyway. But no matter how many times she reminded herself of how much she hated him, to hate him at all, her body still continued to betray her.

Freya leaned more into Jack as the continued to dance together, her body getting excited once again as he teased and touched her. A quiet mewl escaped her, her eyes closing, as his fingers skirted up her belly to tease at the skin just below her breasts. She could feel her face heat up and she was glad that between the low lights and the loud music, no one would see her blush or hear her soft sounds her body was forced to produce.
 
Though her moans were drowned out by the cacaphonous sounds of the club, Jack could still tell that his pet was growing aroused. After what time they've spent together, he was beginning to learn her tells, and the naive girl was very bad at concealing how her body felt. How she leaned into his gyrating hips to feel him against her with more pressure, and the way she mewled at his touch could be felt through his fingers as her chest hummed from the sound it made would be hard to misinterpret after all.

Upon seeing that Freya was not shying away from his touch, her master grew emboldened. As they swayed to the music, he leaned down to begin nibbling and kissing at the nape of her neck. At the same time, those rough fingers of his slid slowly up to carefully cup the bottom of her full breasts. Jack only stopped once his fingertips were just barely grazing the peak of her nipples, and gently groped at the plush flesh beneath his fingers.

As they continued this lewd dancing display, Jack soon proved he was not quite finished playing. His hips humped and ground against Freya's rear still, his sizable maleness getting wedged between her cheeks through the materials of their clothing. However, the longer he pressed and moved himself against her, the more her criminally short skirt rode up. Soon, it was only the pitifully thin strap of her panties between her and Jack's pants. Again, someone tried to make their move only to be chased off from a murderous glare. She was his and his alone right now, and no one was going to steal her away.
 
Freya moaned softly, her head tipping to the side unconsciously to expose more of her throat to Jack's teasing nips and kisses, as they continued to dance. She shivered, her eyes half lidded, as Jack grew bold and started groping her. Teasing little gasps from her as he played with her nipples, her soft breasts. She tried to pull her top down from where his hands had bunched the material up over her chest.

She moaned again, not even realizing she was following his lead as their movements shifted from dancing to just grinding against each other. Her thighs clenching as her pussy was flooding from his attention. A small whimper escaped her as she felt her skirt slipping up her hips with his movements, Jack's hard cock pressing against her, digging his zipper into the abused flesh of her ass. She tugged the front of the skirt down, abandoning the hem of her shirt, to hide the embarrassing wet patch that stained her panties from those watching their display in the crowd.

She jumped slightly as her fogged mind, heavy with everything Jack was doing to her, finally processed that another stranger was reaching for her. Wanting to join them or maybe to take her for themselves. She swallowed at the sudden look of fear that crossed the stranger's face, turning slightly to see Jack glaring from over her shoulder as the stranger left them alone.

Unable to stand facing the crowd anymore, Freya turned in Jack's arms, continuing to grind against him. Her breasts pushed tightly against his own body as her arms twined around his shoulders. She buried her face into his neck, forced to stand on her toes to barely reach, and nipped gently at his own skin. Kissing him and teasing him as he did to her, her breath hot on his throat as they continued to move.
 
Jack was honestly shocked, though it was a very welcome one. He'd not expected her to be getting so into it, especially after all of her pouting earlier. This new development was definitely something he would act on though, he couldn't let it go to waste. Who knew the next time she'd be so willing?

As she nibbled and kissed at him, the older man groaned slightly in response, enjoying the attention he was getting from the girl. He had been holding onto her back since she'd turned around, and pulled her in closer as he reveled in the feeling. However that touch soon drifed lower as his hands slid down her back and to the girl's ass over her skirt. He had to lean down a little to reach, which also gave her better access to his neck and collar bone.

While the two of them danced, Jack had subtlety guided them back to the edge of the crowd again. This was taking a turn he'd not expected, and he wanted to see just how far this euphoric Freya would allow him to go. Those hands that had been groping at her plush rear through the material of her short swaying skirt now pulled at the cloth, exposing her rear. With that out of the way, he clutched at her cushioned ass with his calloused fingers, griping at her in the open.

He could feel the excitement that had begun to once again coat her thighs, and he grinned in delight. One of his squeezing hands left its post reluctantly, and took a hold of her hair to pull the girl away, careful to not be too rough to actually hurt her, from his neck so that she was looking directly at him into his eyes now. There was a hunger in his gaze, but he did not linger long as he leaned in to press his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
 
Freya hummed into his skin at his pleased groan, sucking little marks into his neck. Little shivers raced down her spine as his hands slid down her back to grope her ass. She stretched more onto her toes as his movement gave her better access. She moaned around his skin as he groped and massaged her plump cheeks, lifting the scrap of fabric that was her skirt out of his way. She groaned as the air hit her slick-soaked thighs, the air rapidly cooling the wetness even as the heat of his hands quickly chased it away.

She was sucking another small mark into his neck, nippling on the skin, when his fingers slid into her hair. She followed as he pulled her away, his skin being released from her mouth with a wet pop. Her half lidded eyes met his own hungry ones before his lips crashed into hers.

Freya moaned, clutching at Jack's shirt with tight fists, as she kissed him back. Her tongue sneaking out to run along the seam of his mouth hesitantly. Like with the dancing, she tried to follow his movements but it was obvious with each hesitant lick, nip, and kiss that she was not experienced in kissing at all.
 
Jack squeezed the teens ass in excitement as she returned his affections, riling him up even more. She was even trying to use her tongue, which impressed him greatly. If she kept up this behavior, he'd have to give her a nice reward. After all she was being such a good girl.

His own lips parted, letting Freya's in before interwining his own tongue with the girl. It was apparent that he was more practiced than her, though he was gentl and guided her own movements with his tongue. It was like a dance where he was her teacher.

As their tongues intertwined, Jack let his right hand drift down to her ass where it regained its firm grip. This time though, he wanted to go further. With a heave, the older man hoisted up the teen so that rather than grinding into her belly, her pussy was now at the same level as his swollen crotch. The hands slid down to her thighs as he listed Freya up with little effort too, guiding her to wrap her legs about his waist.

In this position, her whole lower half was now exposed. The little skirt was now bunched around her hips, and the only thing hiding her modesty was now the thin flimsy thong that was currently rubbing against his member though Jack's pants. This was about when Jack decided that they should get a little more secluded, and as he continued to energetically make out with the teen in his arms he began to carry her to a dark secluded corner and pin Freya against the walls.
 
Freya moaned into Jack's mouth as he squeezed her ass, her tongue following his as he guided her, taught her this new dance. She squeaked, breaking their kiss with a gasp, when the older man lifted her easily up his body. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, clinging to him to prevent herself from falling. She was panting against his lips, tiny mewls escaping her as his hard cock ground his zipper into her core with every step he took.

She blushed at their position, his hands tightly gripping her thighs and ass, her arms and legs wrapped around his torso. The air blowing on her skin telling her that her skirt was bunched up, exposing her to any who looked their way.

Her mind had drifted as they had danced, as they had kissed. Allowing her to forget her situation and even who she was with. She whimpered and quickly sealed her mouth back to his, kissing him back enthusiasticly, sloppily as she tried to get back to that floaty state that didn't care that this man holding her was also her abuser.

She closed her eyes, missing the fact that he was taking them to a dark corner of the club. She groaned when her back hit a wall and used the leverage now provided by the support to start grinding against Jack. She moaned into his mouth as each movement caused his zipper to scrape against her clit through the thin fabric of her thong. Slick soaking the front of his pants.
 
Here it was. The moment of truth. Freya had gone along with him so far, but would she go the final step? Gripping her ass firmly with one hand to hold her up as he pinned her against the wall, Jack's right hand carefully maneuvered to the front of his pants. There, he carefully undid the zipper and pulled the front of his pants down, releasing his large member to rest against the teen.

Now, the only thing protecting Freya from his rod was the flimsy material of her thong. He grinded against her slow and steady like, savoring the moment as he broke the kiss to lick, nibble and kiss at her collarbone. From behind them, any onlookers would simply assume that the two lovebirds were making out. They couldn't see what was really going on and that excited Jack, making his manhood throb with desire.

"Put it in." He directed his pet between nibbles as his lips slowly trailed up her neck and upwards to her jawline, growling lustfully unto Freya's ear.

"Pull over your panties. Guide me in." He added before once again attacking her luscious lips with his, pressing his tounge into her mouth.
 
Freya whined into his mouth when she felt his hand between them, lowering his zipper. She moaned as his hard cock rested between her thighs, his grinding pushing it against her covered clit over and over. Pushing the material of her panties between her soaked pussy lips. She gasped, panting for great swallows of oxygen, when he broke the kiss, moving to mouth over her collarbone once more. Her head tipped back against the wall, offering him more of her skin, as half lidded eyes slid unconsciously across the crowd behind him.

She whimpered, closing her eyes and turning away, trying to block out the crowd, where they were. She didn't want to see when someone figured out what they were doing, didn't want to see when more and more people would turn to look at them, look at her. See how far she had allowed herself to fall as she acted so wantonly, despite never wanting any of this.

Freya groaned, biting her lip as she felt Jack's cock twitch and throb against her, the evidence of his desire, of his excitement at her situation, spreading and mixing with her juices soaking through her panties. His growls, his hot breath in her ear caused tingles to race through her body, gooseflesh raising once more. She mewled, the sound cut off and swallowed by his attacking her mouth once more. Her lips parting and her tongue fighting against his before her teeth nipped at his own lips.

She felt her fingers shake, her face on fire, as she slowly released her hold on his shoulders. One hand tangled itself into his hair, gripping the strands tightly as they tried to devour each other. Her other hand slipped between their bodies. She squirmed to make enough room between them to maneuver her panties to the side, freeing her weeping cunt from the material. With her eyes still closed, Freya took hold of Jack, pumping him once, twice, before notching him against her entrance. Guiding him into her channel as he demanded of her.
 
What a good girl, Jack thought. She was actually willing to let him fuck her right now. Out in the open with nothing but his body to hide what they were about to do. He moaned into their kiss, squeezing her plush cheeks as she positioned his tip into the entrance of her drenched pussy. There was such a thrill to something like this, and he was raring to go. Something about doing it in plain sight, somewhere very public with nothing to keep people from watching was extremely exciting.

Taking his time, the older man slowly sunk his length deep into Freya's tight little passage. He pressed deep within her until all nine inches of himself was buried within her silky walls and paused to enjoy the feeling of her body shifting around his girth.

Breaking the kiss with a groan of delight, he slowly eased himself in and out with short shallow thrusts. To those behind them it still looked like they were still just grinding against each other, and that was how he wanted it to stay. That, and he was enjoying the slower pace and the pleasures it was providing.

Once again he dug into her neck with a mix of tongue and teeth. At the same time he ground his member inside of her depths, shifting around in an attempt to find her most sensitive places. As he did this, Jack was also playing with her plush rear, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her plump cheeks as he squeezed and spread them in his grip.
 
Freya moaned as Jack slowly pushed into her. Her fingers tightly gripped the strands of his hair while her other hand fisted his shirt. She gasped when he hilted himself into her soaked channel, her walls strangling his cock as he groaned. She leaned her head onto his shoulder as he started to thrust into her, burying her face into the crook of his neck. She was panting, lazily kissing and nipping at his skin as he shallowly moved against her, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of her ass.

It didn't seem to matter how many times he forced himself into her, she still felt overly full. Mewling every time the head of his hard cock striked against her cervix, each thrust shifting inside of her as he moved his hips. Searching. Seeking. For what, Freya wasn't sure about. But forced to enjoy the ride as he kept her pinned between the wall and his body.

She keened, her cunt spasming around him as her thighs tightened on his hips when he suddenly hit that spongy spot deep inside of her that made her cream around him. She pressed her mouth deeper into his shoulder, trying to muffle her noises even as the thumping bass of the club covered up majority of her sounds. The two so distracted that they didn't notice curious onlookers who glanced at them. Though no one in the nearby crowd had seemed to figure out just what exactly the couple was doing.
 
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Upon finding that sensitive spot, Jack grinned as he nipped at her neck again. He continued to grind against that spot that made her gush and soak the two of them before finally drawing out at a painfully slow pace. The man only stopped once just his tip remained before pushing back in a still agonizing pace. Jack did this a few more times before once more grinding against that spot.

He wanted inside her womb though. That was the true goal. Making a sudden thrust forwards Jack drive his mushroomed head against her cervix before continuing with short rhythmic thrusts at a faster pace within her. His dickhead beat relentlessly at her innermost place, just begging to be let in so that he could fully violate her.

While he used her, nibbling and kissing at her neck all the while, the older man let one of his fingers drift a little. As he held her in place his hands had spread her ass cheeks apart. This allowed a single finger to slide to her puckered ass and begin to tease the recently abused hole. It just tickled the rim at first. Simply tracing along the edge. But after a minute of this teasing, he began to poke and prod at the still slightly stretched entrance before sliding in to his first knuckle.

"Yesss, cum for me, baby." Jack growled ferally into her ear before giving it a quick nip. "You like that, don't you?"
 
Freya moaned and mewled as Jack continued to slowly grind and abuse her pussy, causing her to gush repeatedly around him. When his thrusts turned rough, she started panting into his neck. Each thrust forcing the breath from her lungs once again. She whined at each strike against her cervix, Jack constantly trying to force himself into her deepest point.

She felt her core coil tighter and tighter inside of her as Jack roughly fucked into her. She moaned as he nipped and kissed and her skin, all of her sounds mixing and matching with his forceful fucking. Freya keened loudly into his shoulder when she felt his finger breach her stretched hole, her fingers digging tightly into his hair and his shirt.

The coil in her belly finally snapped when Jack growled into her ear, nipping at the fleshy cartilage. Her body obeying his command to cum around him. She quickly ripped his shirt from his shoulder and bit harshly into the curve of his shoulder. She screamed loudly around the flesh between her teeth as she creamed around him, soaking his cock. Her walls fluttering, squeezing against him, while her cervix attempted to swallow his thrusting, searching dick.
 
As he thrust in once more, Jack gasped into Freya's neck as he bottomed out inside of her. His balls slapped heavily against her body as he stayed there grinding into the deepest reaches of her body, savoring the feeling. Her screaming was heard by a couple of nearby partrons even over the music though. They both turned to look at the source of the noise and laughed as the pointed to the damp spot forming at the couple's feet.

Jack paid them no heed though. His back was to them and the entirety of his focus was on the teen he had pinned against the corner. Again he began to saw in and out of her body, though this time he had picked up the pace. He was using long deep strokes that reached every part of her, fucking the girl's womb even.

As his hips slapped heartily into her pelvis, that wandering finger plunged deeper. Her ass accepted the thick digit with little resistance thanks to the abuse it had endured earlier. Jack made sure to keep in rhythm with his thrusts too, the finger plunging in every time he drew out of her body with his rod. He wanted to make sure that something was filling her at all times, even if it was just a finger.
 
Freya whimpered as Jack ground himself into the deepest part of her. She could hear laughing close by, just barely audible over the loud music, but her brain was too mushy to process it. To realize that it was at her own expense. She was panting, her teeth still in Jack's shoulder, her body trying to come down from the rush of chemicals that had flooded her system.

She groaned when Jack started moving again, her walls still fluttering around him. She bit down harder, failing to prevent herself from crying out every time he thrust back into her. Forcing his cock deep into her womb over and over again. She moaned as the pleasure and pain from his harsh fucking blended together once more.

Freya gasped, finally releasing Jack's shoulder, the skin swollen and bruised though she didn't manage to break it this time. She mewled, gasping and panting, as his finger pushed deeper into her asshole. As he fucked her in both holes by himself. All these sensations forced upon her once again combined with Jack preventing her from truly coming down her previous orgasm piled on top of the poor teen. Forcing her to cum again, gushing and soaking his cock once more. She cried out, unable to muffle herself in time a second time, as each time he invaded her cervix worked with her body to prolong her second orgasm.
 
Jack could feel himself growing close to his release now. The swift movements of his pelvis went deep within the teen he held. His thrusts became shallow and faster as he groaned into her neck now from the sensation of the most sensitive part of his cock, the base, being stimulated by the quickened movements.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, Jack plunged himself as deep as he physically could. His hands clenched and squeezed her ass hard as he pulled her close, the finger inside her pressing far inside at the same time. A long groan of ecstasy emanated from his mouth before the older man clamped his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as he filled her womb with another load of semen.

It took a solid minute for him to drain his balls into the lively teen. She was overflowing now, and little rivulets of thick spunk dribbled out from around Jack's manhood to pool onto the floor with her own juices. Even though he was finished the man still kissed his toy, though at this point it was much more tender and affectionate than it was earlier.

"Such a good girl." Jack said gruffly as he finally broke the kiss to look the teen in the eyes, his gaze full of pride and joy. "I'm so proud of you."
 
Freya whined as Jack's continued thrusting pushed her too overstimulation, unable to squirm away or even really move like she really wanted to with his grip on her. She gasped, moaning, when he finally stilled deep within her. His hot spend flooding her, overflowing from her, as he forced himself deeply into her womb. She whimpered, opening her mouth to protest his emptying of his balls into her unprotected pussy once again, but he cut her off before she could even utter a word. Swallowing her sounds, her attempts at speech, her very breath in another heated kiss as cock continued to spew his seed into her.

Freya panted when Jack finally broke the kiss, still holding her up against the wall. His cock still buried deep within her. She looked up at him with half lidded eyes as he spoke gruffly against her mouth. She blushed deeply at the look in his eyes, the joy and pride she saw there causing her to frown and look away.

He was proud of her? After she acted like such a wanton slut? All she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and cry. She had not only allowed him to use her once again, out in the open for anyone to see, but she actively participated this time. It wasn't rape this time. Her eyes itched and burned with her unstable emotions. Blinking, avoiding his gaze, Freya finally noticed the small group over his shoulder, those that had watched and laughed, were still watching and laughing.

Shame and hate burned deeply as Freya bit her lip hard, sniffling, as she buried her face into his shoulder once more, ignoring the deep bruise from her own teeth earlier, as she tried hard to swallow the tears, to bury her emotions deep where they couldn't touch her anymore.

"Why me?" the sentiment that she had wondered about since that very first night finally escaped her into her skin.
 
At Freya's question, Jack removed his hand from her ass, the finger inside of her popping slightly as it was removed. His hand quickly was placed atop her head where he began to pet and stroke her hair soothingly as he hugged her into his shoulder. Like one would when trying to calm down a beloved pet, sushing her gently in an attempt to calm her down like one too.

As he did this, he carried the teen away from the corner to a nearby empty booth. He was still buried deep within her body, so the onlookers could get a half decent view of her ass but thanks to their closeness there wasn't much else to see. After carefully closing the curtain with her still in his arms, Jack sat down on the bench keeping Freya in his lap as he did. He could feel her tears trickling onto his body now, and continued to hold her tenderly for a time.

"I chose you because I knew you were special the moment I saw you, pet." Jack explained to her as he continued to gently pet her hair, savoring the feeling of the silky strands in his fingers. "You seemed so shy, so afraid. I knew that if I helped you, that you could become something more. Now look at you. You've become so much more! More bold and daring every day we are together, my pet. And I am so proud of you."

The older man hooked a finger under Freya's chin and moved her from his shoulder. He guided her gaze to look at him directly now, holding her chin delicately as he did. His own eyes were still full of pride and of affection for her. Then, once again, he leaned in to give her a tender kiss, just their lips this time to show to the teen that he really did care for her.
 
Freya whimpered as Jack tugged his finger from her ass, the popping sensation making her shudder in his arms. When he pet her hair, the act loving in its own way, soothing her, she couldn't swallow a sob that hiccuped from her. She bit her lip deeper, closing her eyes tightly to stop the tears already escaping. When Jack started moving, she gasped once more. Each step he took causing him to shift within her, causing her exhausted pussy to clench weakly around him. Tingles racing from her core to combine with her other tumultuous feelings into an oddly turning soup within her soul.

She mewled when Jack sat down within a booth, the gossamer curtain pulled for what little privacy it offered. Sighing as he settled with her in his lap, the lack of movement finally letting her spent cunt rest. Or as much as it could while still stuffed full of his cock.

As she listened to Jack's explanation, Freya's brow furrowed in confusion . He thought she was special? That he had made her more bold, more daring? She knew he was delusional, after all he thought he cared about her, that she enjoyed and wanted his treatment. But this went to some kind of next level. She wanted to protest, to prove that everything he said was wrong. That, while yes she was shy before, he wasn't making her better in anyway. That she was only more afraid of the world because of him.

But she couldn't. As he forced her to meet his gaze, before she could begin to find her words, she realized if she shattered his illusion now, he would just punish her again. And this time it would be worse than just sharing her with a couple of his friends. After all she was mostly naked in a room full of strangers in a not-so-great part of the city. So she swallowed her words, her tears, once again and forced herself to accept his kiss as Jack pretended to care about her.
 
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