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[Starry]

The boutique smelled like money - fresh leather, polished marble, and the faint sweetness of high-end perfume misted hourly by the staff to keep the place "atmospheric." It was the kind of scent that clung to couture and credit limits alike. And right in the centre of it all stood Courtney Hartwell: thirty-six, thrice lifted, once divorced, and currently married to a man who hadn’t made her cum in over a decade. But that was fine. He was rich. And rich was the only orgasm she really needed. Courtney posed delicately on the edge of a velvet chaise as one of the trembling assistants handed her the final item of her haul: a silver, diamond-encrusted belly chain designed to highlight the hourglass contour of her surgically perfected body. She tilted her head, giving a tight-lipped smirk as she examined her reflection in the gold-framed mirror, her glossy lips pursed like she was forever about to spit venom. Her outfit was pure bimbo decadence. A skin-tight blush-pink blazer dress clung to her body like shrink wrap - tailored within an inch of decency and two inches past it. The double-breasted front was open just enough to frame the massive, round swell of her E-cup implants, breasts squeezed upward and out like glossy orbs under a too-tight satin push-up. Her nipples pressed boldly against the fabric, visible and deliberate. Beneath the hem, the dress barely covered her plump ass, riding up with every motion of her hips, revealing a glimpse of shimmering silver thong that matched her stilettos. Her heels? Seven-inch silver Louboutin's with ankle straps she wore more for domination than support. Each step was a threat. Her jewellery jingled with every slight movement - layered silver chains, glittering hoop earrings the size of bracelets, two cocktail rings on each hand, and a charm anklet with little hearts that spelled out “C-U-M.” Her platinum blonde bob was razor-sharp and fresh from the salon, tucked neatly behind one ear to show off her rhinestone-encrusted studs and her permanent expression of bored disgust. Every inch of her skin was airbrushed bronze, marbled with just the right hint of shimmer lotion across her cleavage and thighs. Her lips? Puffy, plump, and a glossy pink that made her mouth look permanently fuckable - and always just one pout away from demanding a refund. A buzzing tone made her glance down. Her phone - diamond-crusted case, naturally - lit up with an incoming video call. Tiffany, her daughter. Of course. Courtney rolled her eyes and accepted the call, already knowing it wouldn’t be good. “Hi, mommmmy~” Tiffany chirped, her voice syrupy and slurred, her face half-lit in the backseat of a car. “Like oh-em-gee! guess who just got picked up by that DJ I told you about…!” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tiffany. You’re gonna get a rash from all this community dick,” Courtney hissed, tossing a glare over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “And wipe that cum off your lip. It’s daylight, you little whore.” Tiffany giggled. “You’re just mad ‘cause I got laid this week.” Courtney clicked her tongue. “Sweetie, I haven’t had sex in seven years and I’m still living in a gated mansion in the Hills. Do the math.” Another assistant approached nervously with her bag - silver crocodile leather, designer of course. “Thank you for shopping with us, Miss Hartwell. You look absolutely radiant today.” Courtney ended the call without a goodbye and slowly turned her head. “I always look radiant,” she said with a poisonous smile. “You’re just used to serving pig-faced yoga moms in Lululemon.” The girl flushed pink. Courtney grabbed her bag with a graceful twist of her manicured wrist and strutted toward the door, hips swinging, bracelets clinking, the air practically vibrating with her contempt for anyone making less than six figures. Outside, the California sun hit her like paparazzi flashbulbs. Courtney slid on her mirrored shades and drew a long, dramatic sigh. The streets shimmered with heat and polish - white Bentleys, boutique cafés, too-thin influencers pretending not to stare. Her heels clicked with practiced rhythm as she stalked down the sidewalk, each step a bouncing, jiggling performance. The silver belly chain sparkled around her cinched waist. Her thighs rubbed with that sticky latex-slick sound only slutty dresses and tanned skin made. Even her walk was expensive. But as she neared the corner, the storefronts gave way to the shadowed edges of Beverly Hills. Places where the polished pavement cracked. Where security cameras didn’t quite reach. Where alleyways opened like mouths - dark, empty, smelling of smoke and asphalt. Courtney crinkled her nose, pulling her phone from her bag and pretending to scroll, as if she didn’t see it. Didn’t feel it. The weight of eyes. “God… this part of town needs fumigating,” she muttered aloud, eyes flicking to a dirty alleyway just up ahead, her lips curling with disgust - and something else. Something… curious.

 

[Chainsmoke]

A few blocks down the boutique, there was an area that had been abandoned and considered a pigsty by everyone who lived in this very gated and very high-class community. It was the place where everyone who couldn't afford to live there eventually ended up; from the wannabe high-class people who were barely stepping into the world of the rich, to the actual rich folk who lost all of their money to a bad deal. It was also the home of a few people who had snuck in and made themselves comfortable in the filth, hiding away from society and living off the scraps they could get their hands on. In that alleyway, there lived a man, Thancred Davies, who was the lowest of the low. He was one of the worst people who could ever live there. He was large, fat, and reeked of the filth he lived surrounded by. He barely had any clothes on except for a shirt that barely clung to his fat body, and a pair of pants that were about to get torn apart if he made a wrong or hasty move. Most people had gone back to their little shelters, but the man remained... Stalking, preying. Over the course of the past year, he had noticed a particular woman would often pass by this street, though from afar, as she avoided it. He waited for her daily, slowly but surely making his presence known to the outside world, which was practically a sin to these rich bastards. They liked to keep themselves separated from the common man, and even the police force that worked in this place made sure to ensure that the people who paid the bills never had to witness or much less acknowledge that there were people who weren't millionaires within ten meters of them. Of course, they couldn't stop everyone, especially not someone who reeked as badly as Thancred. Thancred used that to his advantage to stalk Courtney from the shadows of the alleyway, watching her from afar and even occasionally jerking off to her body as he made sure that she could never see him. He knew that if he were found out, doing what he did daily, he'd get sent to jail, even with his massive body protecting him from the law, out of the sheer disgust of the officers that they didn't even bother to approach him. Not only was the object of his lust and desires hotter than any basic bitch who lived here, she was also rich as fuck. He knew that if, by some miracle, she fell for him, he would suddenly shoot up the social ladder and get out of these slums, maybe even live with her in one of those massive mansions. "Well, this whore is late today..." Thancred spoke, mainly to himself, as he waited around the corner of the alleyway for Courtney to walk by. Of course, he had no idea if she was actually late or not; the man was way too broke to own even a basic watch, and he didn't really care enough to tell the time. Every day was the same, and he only cared to survive to wake up for the next one. Unlike usual, Thancred felt bold today and was waiting rather close to the light that separated the start of the alleyway from the actual streets of the Hills. He was curious, far too curious and eager today, and had started growing impatient. As he waited for anyone to leave the boutique that was nearby, anyone who was rich and hot enough for him to fantasize about —even if he was craving someone in particular—, he looked back at one of his mates who was starting to head back inside. "Oi! Lewy, hand over a cigarette, and don't forget to light it like last time!" He demanded with a loud yell that it was almost like a roar as he held his hand out. The man he had called to, Lewy, let out a groan and sigh of frustration as he turned around, took out the last cigarette from the packet, lit it, and handed it over to Thancred. The dark man was far too large for the latter to even bother fighting him; best case scenario, Thancred would push him to the floor and sit on him till he suffocated. That was something he didn't want to bother enduring or imagining. Thancred took, no, snatched the cigarette from the man's hand and pressed it between his lips. He let the nicotine fill his system as the smoke crept out into the light, drawing the attention of passersby to the smell of not just the fat bastard, but the smoke that came from his leisurely activity. With his head slightly poking out of the wall, letting the light fall on a small portion of his face, the man saw the woman he lusted after and licked his lips. "About time you cow-titted bitch." He spoke to himself and crept back into the shadows, letting his cock slowly slide out of his pants, which were barely hanging on. With the cigarette held in one hand and his fat-cock in the other, the man looked over from the darkness of the alleyway and began stroking it. He imagined all the things he could do to the woman if he had the chance, and unlike every other time, he made his gaze obvious. "You sure know how to put on a show, you fucking whore." He spoke in a whisper, his eyes fixated on the woman as he practically finished the cigarette in record time, wanting to focus his full attention on the woman. Even if Courtney couldn't see him, the stalker made his presence rather obvious from the shadows as his gaze fixated on her, he was practically drooling over himself while he jerked himself off to her body and a wild imagination that would put any porn movie to shame.

 

[Starry]

The heat was thicker here. Courtney stood at the mouth of the alley, one perfectly arched brow twitching ever so slightly as the scent of smoke and city grime crept past the edge of her perfume cloud. She had every intention of just strutting past, letting the echo of her heels announce her superiority, but her phone buzzed again - sharp, insistent. She fished it out with a sigh, silver bangles clinking as she answered. “Ugh. What now?” she snapped, tone already dripping with exaggerated boredom. Her husband. Of course. He never called to check on her, only on his credit limit. “Mmm, yes, darling, that was a thirty-four thousand dollar charge at Marisol’s. And yes, the necklace matches my fucking labia, now are we done?” she drawled, dragging her eyes across the row of boutique windows opposite her, smirking at her reflection. “No, I didn’t ask permission. No, I don’t need to. Do you want me walking around like some discount real estate wife in Zara or do you want people to know who they’re dealing with?” As she spoke, she stepped slightly to the side, catching her reflection in the dark, tinted side of a parked luxury sedan. The mirror-like windows shimmered, giving her the perfect angle to reapply a bit of gloss. But she didn’t stop there. She leaned forward. Bent down. Her back arched instinctively, the curve of her tight, overfilled dress rising up to reveal the full, bare undercurve of her ass - her silver thong glinting like a target in the sunlight. Her tits nearly spilled out of her plunging neckline, heavy globes heaving with every breath as she adjusted her necklace with a pout. She turned her head just slightly, admiring herself from the side, her gloss catching the light. “God, I’d fuck me,” she whispered without even thinking, lips curling in satisfaction. But then… She paused. There, in the reflection - just behind her, in the shadows of the alley - a shape. No… a face. Her stomach fluttered. She tilted her head to see better. The car's reflection shimmered, and in it, she caught it again. A pair of eyes. Dark. Sunken. Locked on her. And then - movement. Her breath hitched. “...The fuck?” she mumbled, momentarily forgetting her call. She took half a step closer to the car, trying to angle herself better. The shape in the alley moved again, and this time there was no mistaking it. An arm. Thick. Heavy. Moving back and forth in a rhythm that needed no explanation. Her jaw parted slowly. Her glossed lips hung open in shock, frozen mid-sentence. Behind her, in the alley - lit by the barest edge of sunlight - was a man. Big. Black. Sweaty. And completely unbothered by the fact he was jerking off in full view. Right. At. Her. She blinked, phone still to her ear. Her husband was saying something now, barking about respect, about financial limits. “Yeah, I—uh—hold on a sec,” she stammered, then hung up without waiting for a reply. Her feet carried her forward before her brain had even caught up. Her brows furrowed, lips curling with disgust - or at least, what she wanted to pass as disgust. “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing!?” she snapped toward the alley, her voice shrill and high in her throat. She expected him to shrink back. He didn’t. Instead… he just stared. Kept stroking. That thick, glistening length of cock jutting out from barely-clinging pants. It looked impossible. Veins, girth, sheer meat. A pornographic monstrosity that her own husband hadn’t even dreamed of having. Courtney froze mid-step. Her heart thumped in her ears. Her thighs instinctively pressed together. Jesus fuck. She didn’t move closer - but she didn’t back away either. Her glossy lips opened again, as if to shout - but no sound came. Her mind was screaming slobbering pig, disgusting, filthy, and yet… Her cunt pulsed. The phone in her hand slipped slightly in her grip as she stared - helpless, hypnotized and suddenly, extremely wet. And he was still watching her.

 

[Chainsmoke]

Smoke continued to trail out from the half-finished and put-out cigarette. It wasn't just the smell of smoke that would start flooding Courtney's nostrils, but the natural musk of the man who stood in front of her, hidden by the shadows of poverty that acted like a veil between them. A veil that barely covered the forbidden lust that he had towards her. The moment he heard the phone ring, for a moment, the hairs on his body stood on end. He thought he was done for for a brief second, but heard her tone of voice and inferred that he was fine. He continued stroking his cock, looking at the woman as his free hand pressed against the wall for support. "Nasty fucking slut. I bet that pussy is perfect for me." He uttered under his breath. While she couldn't hear his words, Courtney could hear him speaking in general, and she could feel his intentions and desires clear as day, his tone carrying immense amounts of lust. "And she's spoilt? Her husband must be rich if she's complaining..." He kept commenting to himself and observing while his hand continued to jerk off his hairy cock. He was growing harder and larger, till he reached his full length. Once Courtney stepped out to the side, she was a bit out of view for Thancred's liking, so he poked his head out a bit, leaning forward so that he could watch clearly as she added another layer of whatever makeup she had on. It only made him wanna ruin that face of hers more. Every movement of hers turned him on further. As she arched her back, precum began leaking from his cock like a faucet and onto the ground, forming a small pool. He could see her bare ass in full view, and it provoked him to form a spanking motion in the air, pretending as if it were her ass that he was spanking. He smirked at the view of her breasts that reflected in the makeshift mirror while she admired her body. "Yeah, I'd fuck you too." He whispered again, his words gibberish if they were heard, but with the same clear intent. As he realized she noticed him, he stood up. He was in deep shit now, but might as well finish the job if he was gonna get thrown out. The shape that Courtney saw began growing larger as Thancred stood up, getting ready to pounce or flee. Though he was determined to finish what he had started, either way. Soon enough, he decided to just risk it all; he put everything on red and stood his ground. His gaze focused on hers, daring their eyes to meet as he continued jerking off to her body. There was an odd determination in his movements. He wasn't moving fast, so he could finish quickly. But he was moving slowly, as if invitingly. If he was gonna get fucked, he might as well enjoy these last few moments. He stepped forward, letting more light shine on his dark body. Everything about him far outclassed her husband; girth, length, and even general body proportions made her husband look like a pathetic little bitch. The moment she hung up, he knew she was easy prey now. Every step she took, he met with his own, even responded to her. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked, taking a step forward and letting his tip bask in the sunlight. Even his head was thick and massive, making the contrast between him and her husband more apparent. His eyes were clearer now; they were filled with lust and a lack of any intent of letting her walk out of this alleyway if she stepped too close. He maintained eye contact with her, his hand slowing down as it occasionally made its way into the sun, showing her his fat arm that could clearly pin her down if he wanted to. He couldn't read minds, but he could read body language. His eyes fell down, focusing on her thighs. His tongue extended out, making an audible SLURP sound after he had licked his lips. His eyes began moving around slowly. They didn't leave her body, though, raping and undressing every inch of her in his imagination. "You've got two choices, slut. Take this dick or leave." He spoke, throwing everything away at the chance of fucking her. He was determined to enjoy her.

 

[Starry]

Courtney stood frozen, heart thudding between the heavy hang of her tits like she’d just walked into a damn horror movie. And yet… her thighs squeezed together. She could still smell the smoke, but now there was something else in the air. Musk. Male. Filthy. The kind of smell that made her stomach turn and her cunt throb at the same time. It wrapped around her like heat, curling under the hem of her dress, clinging to her skin like sweat - and for a second, just a second, she forgot how to breathe. He stepped forward. She saw him now - really saw him. His body glistened in the alley’s greasy light, every roll and ridge coated in sweat and filth and testosterone. He was stroking himself boldly, obscenely, like her shock was an aphrodisiac. Like he wanted her to see. Like he knew she wouldn’t look away. And god help her… she didn’t. Courtney’s glossy lips parted, the pink of her tongue flicking out unconsciously to wet her pout as her eyes dropped - right there. She actually gasped. It was… monstrous. Not just thick. Not just long. It was wrong. The kind of cock you’d joke about over brunch, the kind you’d see in a meme or a porn still and laugh - because there’s no way something like that exists. But it did. It was. It was there, out in the open, the fat head gleaming in the sunlight like a weapon, twitching, drooling, while the man it belonged to just watched her. Jerking off like it was his god-given right. And that voice? “You’ve got two choices, slut. Take this dick or leave.” Her mouth went dry. Courtney blinked. Once. Twice. And her fingers twitched on her bag, like she should turn and run. Call someone. Scream. Pull her phone out and threaten legal action like she’d done to a valet who scratched her Porsche. But instead… She took a step forward. Just one. Her body was moving before her brain could catch up, thighs brushing, dress clinging tighter with every breath. Her cunt was wet. She could feel it. Her thong soaked through, that glimmering string already sticking to her skin. And her legs didn’t feel right. They felt soft. Jelly-like. Open. Her voice came out higher than she expected. Not outraged. Not confident. “…You’re disgusting,” she whispered, breath hitching. But she didn’t back up. Her eyes stayed locked to his fat, pulsing cock. And her purse slipped from her shoulder, hitting the ground with a soft thud as her nails nervously twisted the hem of her dress - lifting it just a little more. Just enough to show off what was already visible. She didn’t even realise she was moaning, softly, under her breath. “…F-fuck…”

 

[Chainsmoke]

Courtney's action, or more clearly her lack thereof, made everything far more erotic than Thancred could ever imagine. It was so hot that there was precum leaking right in front of her on the ground. She knew how disgusting he was, fuck, even Thancred himself knew how disgusting he was, but despite all of that, she stood there, watching. He wasn't that good at reading faces, but he could read her body like an open book. Her thighs were squeezing together, and her heavy breathing, which felt desperate, told him everything he needed to know. Courtney was unfucked properly. That brewed an odd confidence in Thancred. She was standing there, not moving a single muscle to call out for help. Women who were like her, rich and powerful, didn't hesitate to call the police and scream at the top of their lungs if they were truly bothered. He had seen it all before. But Courtney... She was different. She WANTED his cock. He caught her body betraying her once more, her tongue flickering with desire as did his own. He even noticed her eye movements, which gave him an invitation to be more bold. He stepped forward again. He gave her more of himself. He was exactly the type of guy women would see in a porno if they were bored and wanted to switch things up from the everyday hot stud. He was the exact opposite of an ideal man. In everything but a single department. His cock far outclassed anything a woman could dream of having. He was like some sort of abomination, ugly, fat, large, black, and with a cock that could break her without even trying. In fact, he wasn't even trying at all. Yet he was winning all the same. "I don't have all day, bimbo." He demanded, his voice filled with the testosterone and masculinity that her husband could never hope to conjure up. He was impatient, and he wanted her to start moving things along, either submit or leave. Those were the only two choices she could have, and the illusion of choice was slowly breaking as he took more steps forward, revealing more of his girth in the daylight. The moment she took a step forward, a smile could be seen. It was sinister, like that of a villain. "That's a good whore, now get on your knees." He demanded, keeping his eye on her body. He wasn't even trying to hide anything anymore, as his gut spilled out in the light, and his sinister smile became clearer. He sniffed the air and caught a whiff of her own feminine musk, the scent of a woman ready to submit to him. "What? That sugar daddy of yours has a tiny dick?" He asked, moving his cock up and down, letting her see his balls and how heavy they were. Every part about him was large to an obscene extent. "Yeah, and you're one step from squirting." He mocked her with laughter. "Don't worry, if you're a good girl, daddy will give you that dick every day." He promised, as if the world started and ended at his cock and her worshipping it.

 

[Starry]

"Get on your knees." The words hit her like lightning to the cunt. And her legs - finally - gave in. She dropped. Not gently. Not gracefully. She fell. Her knees cracked against the pavement like a prayer, and her designer bag clattered beside her, scattering lipstick, perfume, a prepaid black card - everything she thought made her powerful - into the gutter like trash. Courtney stayed there, knees aching on the sunbaked pavement, staring straight ahead at the absolute monstrosity swaying in front of her. It shouldn’t have been real. The sheer size of it. The color. The smell. Her nose twitched with every inhale - sweat, piss, smoke, musk. Thick and feral. It made her head feel light. Like her brain was being rubbed raw from the inside. She wanted to recoil, to gag, to scream... ...but her lips parted. Glossy. Trembling. Still smeared in sugar-pink from her boutique visit just moments ago. What the fuck am I doing, she thought, mouth breathing now, trying not to inhale too deeply - but the scent clung to her. It stuck to her throat, filled her sinuses, curled into her skull like a drug. Her pussy was throbbing. Actually throbbing. She could feel the heat pulsing between her legs, her thong soaked through and useless now. If someone walked by… Her eyes flicked to the sidewalk. Just steps away. Open daylight. The traffic still hummed somewhere in the distance. A couple parked cars. The tinted luxury sedan still idling behind her. If someone so much as glanced into this alley... They’d see her. Courtney Hartwell. Down on her knees. In designer heels, surrounded by her spilled bag and dignity, staring at the oozing cock of a homeless stranger with smeared sweat on his gut and piss stains on his pants. I’ll just… finish it quickly, she told herself. He’ll cum, and I’ll leave. No one has to know. Her head dipped. Slowly. The scent got worse. Stronger. Her eyes blurred with the sting of it - like she’d dipped her face in an ashtray soaked in cum. Her nose brushed against the base, right where his cock met a heavy mess of hair and sweat. Her lips hovered. One soft, swollen kiss. She pressed it to the thick side of his shaft - warm, slick and filthy. Schmack. A wet sound. Her gloss left a print, thick and shiny, right above one of the pulsing veins. Her mascara ran just a little more. Her mouth trembled open again as she let out a shaky, broken whimper. The taste lingered on her tongue. Salt. Dirt. Him. Her stomach turned. But her thighs twitched. She leaned in again - smudging her lipstick further, dragging her pout over the greasy surface like a fucking devotion, jaw loose, mind slipping. The smell was making her dizzy. Her thoughts scrambled. I shouldn't be doing this... But she kissed it again. I can’t stop.

 

[Chainsmoke]

"Where did that attitude go?" He asked as he noticed just how quiet she was being. A smirk of confidence and victory formed on his face as he watched her movements. He had won; she was his to fuck. She didn't even try to make her descent into this forbidden act of lust subtle or hide it from the public. She didn't make any attempt to push him back into the shadows. No, she had gotten on her knees, with him half-out in public, and let him witness her. "That's more like it." He reached out and stroked her hair, playing with it. His hand soon began guiding her head closer to his cock, closer to her object of worship and love. Frankly, he couldn't believe this was happening. But he wasn't about to complain about whatever divine force had led him to that situation, led her to getting on her knees for his cock. In fact, he was so thankful to whatever was going on in her mind, or whatever was behind the scenes, that he considered becoming religious. "There we go, nice and slow." He guided her as he watched her lips part with every moment she was brought closer to his dick. He forced her to inhale more as his hand left her hair and reached for her nose. Two of his fat and greasy fingers hooked her nose, widening the opening of her nostrils and letting more of his natural scent and musk flow into her. "Isn't that much better? You look like a proper pig now." He praised with a condescending tone. When he noticed his eyes straying away from him, he let go of his cock and slapped her. It was a clear and silent order that she must keep her attention on him and him alone. He was to be the center of her world at the moment. Quite possibly forever. Or until he allowed her to go. Whenever that happened, if ever. She was his bitch now anyway. And it wasn't like he wasn't clearly eager to keep her to himself, to make her keep coming back, or have her take him to her home and elevate his status. There was no way he'd let go of the opportunity to fuck good and rich pussy. He smirked at the motions of her head. He even let go of her nose. He let her move at her own pace. He wanted her to take it all in by herself as long as she was being obedient and wasn't teasing him. Considering her compliance, he allowed her slow movements. For how long would he be patient? Someone like him. Surely he had his own limits, right? There was no way he'd be willing to wait around for longer than he had to if he could have his cake and eat it too. However, for now, he let things move at the pace she desired, even if he was impatient. "About fucking time..." He groaned out. And it finally happened. She had sealed the deal. And her fate to boot. He looked down at his cock instead of her and saw the glossy, bright, and pink lipstick she had put on, contrasting with his dark and throbbing cock. He seemed pleased with this first act. But he wanted more. Not just of this, but of her entire body. He wouldn't settle for anything less. When she put her head back closer to his cock, he held the back of her head after letting go of her nose, pressing it right against his veiny and dirty cock, letting her smell it. He made her inhale him like a drug. She wasn't getting out of this now. "That's a good girl. Worship daddy." He demanded with confidence.

 

[Starry]

Her lips were smeared. Her dignity was gone. Courtney knelt there, trembling, staring up at that fat, pulsing cock as his fingers released her nose. The musk still clung - clogged her senses, crawled up into her brain and wrapped around every thought like smog. Her head spun. Her world had narrowed down to one thing: scent. It was everywhere. That thick, humid stench clinging to her skin like grease - curling in her throat, behind her eyes, making them water until thick black streaks ran down both cheeks. Her foundation had cracked, her contour was smudged, and her highlighter had mixed with sweat and musk into a filthy sheen across her flushed face. The gloss was long gone. Now, her mouth was stained with the mess of it - pink around the edges, smeared across the thick shaft she kept kissing, licking, pressing into, like a woman possessed. A moaning, gagging mess of a woman. One of her silver hoops bounced against her cheek as she leaned in again, nose brushing against the base of his shaft, lips dragging low and sloppy down the underside. And then— He touched her. A hand in her hair. Guiding. Claiming. “Ugh—get your hands off me, you pig!” she snapped at first, voice shrill, breathless, filthy. But she didn’t pull away. Not even when his fingers curled behind her head. Not even when he pressed her face right against that veiny, reeking cock like it was hers to kiss. To breathe. To worship. Her nose twitched again. The smell was so strong now it made her dizzy. Her thoughts were spinning, tangled in humiliation, in disgust, in a heat that was so wrong it had to be lust. And her thighs were soaked. “I just need to—finish—this,” she stammered, voice cracking. “I just—I just gotta get it over with, okay?” Another kiss. Her lips, ruined and puffy, smeared fresh saliva along his shaft as her mouth opened - gaping - tongue trembling as it dragged over the head. She whined. Whimpered. “Fuuuuck…” she moaned, voice high and desperate now. “This dick is so… fucking big…” And then she sank her lips around it. Her gloss-slicked mouth stretched wide, cheeks hollowing instantly as the sheer girth of it forced her jaw open to its limits. Her hoops bounced again as her head bobbed forward slowly - pathetically - moaning all the while, throat tensing around the pressure. Spit welled instantly. Her chin dripped. Her eyes fluttered. “Nnnggh—s’fucking b-big—ugh—s-smells so gross…” Her voice was all slurred vowels and drool now, mascara-rimmed eyes looking up past ruined blush and trembling, cum-drenched lips. She was a wreck. And she was only just beginning.

 

[Chainsmoke]

While she was losing everything, he felt like he was winning the world itself. He watched as she was forced to inhale his scent, letting his natural, unwashed musk overwhelm her. Every single reaction she made told him everything he needed to know. Just like he had guessed, this was her first time with a REAL dick. One that could make her bark if he requested it. Thancred was well aware of how strong his musk was. It got so bad at times that even HE could smell it, but it rarely bothered him if at all. He knew that someone who believed herself to be as refined and dignified as Courtney did would be swept away under the force of said scent. Seeing her makeup get ruined from just smelling him only made Thancred's half-hard cock throb with anticipation. His cock had become a mixture of his own dark skin and her makeup rubbed all over it. The entire scene had played out so far just as he had envisioned in his head. Hell, it might be even better than his wildest dreams. He didn't think that in his entire life that a woman as busty as she was would be moving of her own accord. Yet here he was, watching her degrade herself in public, risking her reputation just so she could get some action with an actual cock that could satisfy her. He lifted one edge of his lips as he heard her shriek. His face displayed disgust as if SHE were the broke bitch here. His hand descended, furious. "You don't get to disrespect daddy like that, you dumb whore." He spoke with a stern tone. The dynamic was set. She was no longer a free woman. He had given her the choice to leave, and she chose of her own free will to get on her knees and worship this cock. This was a mere consequence. It was a consequence she couldn't escape. The way he gripped her hair, how roughly he treated her, and just how dominant he was spelled everything out for her. It was clear as day that... Courtney was his sex slave now. Whether she realized it or not, whether she admitted that or not. "If you want to finish it..." Courtney was trapped. "Then hurry the fuck up." There was that unrelenting sternness again, the sternness that someone would speak with to a child, or someone that they owned. In Thancred's eyes, Courtney was just a slave at this point. "Daddy isn't going to cum from this weak shit." He warned. He threatened. "That's right. It's a REAL dick. Not whatever the fuck you were fucking." He reminded her of what the situation was again. It was as if he were doing her a favor by letting her suck him off. By degrading her and letting her worship his unclean, homeless cock. A cruel smile was plastered on his face as he held her bob, whatever he could of it at least, in his hand with a firm grip. He helped her take in more of his cock, guiding her to take it deeper into her throat with every movement she made towards his base. He could make out a few of her slurred words, but that was enough for him to respond. "And you fucking love, big, fat, black, disgusting dicks like mine." He spoke as if it were a fact. Undeniable. "Now tell daddy how much you love that homeless dick."

 

[Starry]

“Y-you’re fucking gross—” Courtney gasped between gags, spit flooding from the corners of her lips as she was forced further down, her throat stretching around meat that had no business fitting. Her voice cracked, broken by the pressure of his grip and the weight of the cock that coated her tongue in salt, musk, and filth. “Don’t touch me like—mnnnkk—!” The slap came down hard. Not on her face - on her ego. Her eyes flew wide, a high whimper strangled in her throat as his words dug in harder than his cock ever could. “You don’t get to disrespect daddy like that, you dumb whore.” Courtney shuddered. Her silver hoops clinked softly as her head was yanked back, then driven down again, thick strings of spit stretching from his cock to her ruined lips, already painted with streaks of her own gloss, foundation, and tears. Her makeup was melting off her face in wet, sticky trails, mascara pooling at the corners of her lashes as she blinked up at him through a haze of humiliation. She moaned through his cock, sobbing, choking, drooling. No one would hear her. No one would help. And worst of all - she didn’t want them to. Her pussy was gushing. It hurt how wet she was. How much her clit throbbed as she mouthed and moaned on something so disgusting, her bimbo brain slipping into autopilot, cheeks puffing, eyes rolling every time his cock bumped the back of her throat. “That’s right. It’s a REAL dick. Not whatever the fuck you were fucking.” She gagged. Moaned. Nodded weakly in agreement, drool spilling down her chin as he fed her more. Her voice was nearly gone. But she tried. She tried to speak around that black, fat, homeless cock and say something - anything - that might satisfy him. “Mnnn—uhhh—s-so b-big…” she slurred, her tongue flopping out from the base of his shaft as he pushed her down again, nose buried in his bush, makeup smearing everywhere. “Ugh—*can’t—can’t breathe—smells like—*fucking g-garbage…” But her tongue was licking. Her lips were sucking. And her eyes - watering, ruined - never looked away. “Now tell daddy how much you love that homeless dick.” Courtney sobbed once. Her mouth peeled open again, coughing on the girth as she gasped out: “I—I f-fuckin’ love it… daddy—nnnggh!—love that b-big black, nasty h-homeless cock—!” She broke. And then she moaned like a bitch in heat, burying her face in the filth again.

 

[Chainsmoke]

He gave her a single stern stare, one that would strike fear into her, shutting her up before she could get another word out to express her disgust and hatred for the man who claimed himself as her master. He refused to let her get a word of defiance out. She had signed away her rights. Now she had to pay the price for agreeing to his offer. He knew that she was always treated like a princess. Which was why he found abuse the best way to deal with her. It was the most effective method to break a bitch like her. A whore who thought she was all that, but in reality was just a cock-slut. His rage and lust could be felt through every fiber of his being. As he moved her head back and forth, he could feel her saliva drenching his cock, stretching and forming a loose and very easy to break bridge between his base and her lips. His cock went from completly being bare outside for how hairy it was and the stench, to being covered in lipgloss, foundation, tears and the rest of her make up. It was a sight to behold, and one he wanted to see every day. He groaned out in pleasure, gripping her hair and using her more. There was no turning back now. She was his property, and no one could stop that. He could smell her femininty leaking out of her. Her own musk, one that was practically begging him to dominate her, as well as her facial expressions, both of those told him that she WANTED this, that she wanted to be his bitch. And who was he to deny her that request? Her nod of agreement got a smile out of him, one less cruel than it usually was. One that said 'you're not leaving'. Her words were barely audible, and frankly he didn't care what she had to say while he was using her mouth like a makeshift pussy. But her attempts were adorable, and the vibrations added to the pleasure. He even began moving his hips in perfect sync with her body, letting his thick and heavy balls slap her chin. Every thrust, her chin would get hit with his cum-sack, letting her know just how backed up he was. Just how much he could feed her. Just how happy she could be if she just gave in and submitted to his will. If she just obeyed, and turned off that brain of hers. Once she said those words, he smirked. Laughter roared from the depths of his heart. "That's it. Once you're done sucking me off, show me that whore pussy."

 

[Starry]

Courtney couldn’t breathe. Not from the cock battering her throat - though that alone had her eyes rolling, her neck sore, her lips stretched raw - but from the humiliation. He was laughing. Laughing. She gagged hard around the shaft as he thrust, his fat cockhead forcing her jaw wider than it should go, her throat clenching tight around the filth. Her vision blurred. Mascara streamed. Her foundation was ruined, streaked with tears and smears of gloss that now glistened down his cock like worship. Every motion slapped fresh strings of spit across her tits. Her chin dripped. And those heavy, disgusting balls kept smacking against her jaw with every rut of his hips, sticky with sweat, hot and so fucking full. The sound was obscene - wet, meaty, loud. Her hoops bounced against her cheeks with every impact, a mocking jingle that echoed her surrender. She moaned into it. Because she couldn’t not. Her cunt was soaked. Throbbing. Slippery against her thighs as the heat between her legs grew unbearable. His cock didn’t just violate her mouth—it violated everything she thought she was. Every inch of glamour and control, every designer stitch of her expensive little life. He was fucking it out of her. And she knew it. She knew it. And she was still sucking. Still nodding. Still letting him use her like a cum-thirsty doll with nothing behind her eyes but smeared shadow and broken pride. His cock tasted like ash and filth. His balls smelled like rot. And her tongue was worshipping him for it. She choked - again. Her mascara bled down her face in thick, wet trails as she pulled back with a slurp, coughing and drooling, fat strings of spit connecting her ruined lips to the cock she could barely stay away from. “F-fuck…” she gasped, finally catching a breath as he released her hair. “I—fuck—I’m such a f-fucking… mess…” And still, her hand slid down her thigh. Shaking. Desperate. Her fingers dipped between her legs, just under the hem of her hiked-up dress, brushing against the soaked front of her thong. “God, I hate you,” she moaned softly, biting her bottom lip as her fingers dragged the soaked fabric to the side. Her cunt glimmered, slick and dripping, inner lips puffy and flushed as her thighs twitched. “But this dick…” She whimpered. “…made me so fucking wet…” And then she looked up at him - broken, flushed, smiling. “I’ll show you,” she whispered, throat raw. “I’ll show you what this whore pussy looks like…” And with that, Courtney shifted. Right there in the alley, surrounded by her spilled purse and dignity, she turned around onto all fours - heels still on, hoops swinging, dress bunched at her waist - and slowly, shamelessly, arched her back to present herself. Her ass jiggled as she gave it one lewd bounce, lips parted in a breathless gasp. A spoiled, makeup-smeared, cock-sick whore.. And she was ready.

 

[Chainsmoke]

He could feel her struggling to breath. Not that he cared of course. Seeing her suffer both emotionally and physically made things way hotter for him. It meant that he could break her more, that he could ruin her further. That she could fall even lower. He wanted exactly that. No, he wanted more than that. He wanted her so broken that the idea of being away from her was more torture than not being able to breathe. He wanted her to want the ruin he desired her to experience for herself. He wouldn't be satisfied until she degraded herself beyond belief. He would keep going until he was satisfied. Until she loved him more than life itself. Every thrust, his hips moved even faster and rougher. His hairy balls slapped her jaw constantly, sometimes even swinging to slap the lower end of her cheek, though not going up by much. Some of the hair on his balls got stuck on her face, the sweat and musk mixing together to act as a sort of glue as she was forced to suck him off, and clean off his dick as she continued sucking. He loved every single bit of it. But he still wanted more from her. He extended one foot out a bit, letting it rest just between her legs and below her cunt. He could feel her dripping on his foot, confirming that she was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit. He smirked as he continued using her body like a personal sex toy. She was breaking apart. She was becoming what he wanted her to be. Even then, he still wanted more. He wanted her agonizing at the thought of this dick not being in her life. He wanted her to scream to the world that she was nothing.... Nothing but a filthy whore who loved homeless, disgusting, fat, black dick. He was determined to not never stop until he got there. Until she was choking herself without his guidance. He looked down at her face with his confident and mocking smirk as streaks of black ran along her face and found their way to his cock, coating it in more make up. "You're not just a mess..." He corrected, "You're a cock-sucking, homeless loving, black worshipping whore." He stroked her hair as he spoke, smiling down at her. Treating her like his property. Treating her like his pet. He could feel her pussy juices leaking more now, dripping at a much higher rate with no panties blocking her anymore. She was immediately met with a slap once she spoke. "No no, that's not what you say to daddy." He ordered her, correcting her mistake again. "You say...." "I love you, Daddy..." He started with his lesson. "Thank you for blessing me with such good dick." He spoke, mocking her with his laughter and words. "That's right." He smiled at her, slapping her again. "You give Daddy everything, got it?" He demanded once more, spanking her ass once it was presented to him. His eyes widened when he saw her turn around. He never thought that rich bimbo pussy would look so good. She had even arched her back, presenting herself to her new master like the good bitch she was. "That's a good bitch." He spanked her ass and got down on his knees. He stood right behind her on his knees as he aligned his cock, then... He plugged her pussy up with that big fat black dick of his.

 

[Starry]

The slap came out of nowhere - harder than the first. Courtney reeled, eyes snapping wide as her silver hoops jerked violently, the sting blooming across her already tender cheek. “A-Ahh!” she yelped, nearly toppling sideways, heels skidding against the alley floor. “W-wait—wait, I—!” Her voice cracked. Her eyes welled. “I love you, Daddy! I-I love you, please—stop hitting me!” she blurted out before she could think, the words spilling from her glossy lips in a high, broken whine, each syllable wrapped in desperation. Her cunt clenched. Hard. Her stomach twisted at the sound of her own voice. She hated him - she did - but in that moment, with her face burning and her knees scraped raw, she would say anything to stop being punished. And the sickest part? She meant it. At least a little. Swallowing her pride, she turned her body, still trembling from the slap. She dropped down onto her elbows, biting her lip as her tits swayed beneath her and squished against the hot, gritty pavement. Her mascara continued to drip freely, streaking her cheeks as she shakily pulled her dress up, baring her bare, slick cunt to the sweltering air. “Just… let’s get this over with,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I don’t have all day…” But her thighs were glistening. Her lips were parted. And when she spread her knees wider, the wet sound that followed made her want to scream. She clenched her eyes shut. And then— He entered. It was instant. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was full. Thick. Too much. “FUUUUUUUCK—OHMYGOD—” Courtney screamed as her cunt burst, slick shooting down her thighs in a hot gush as her body betrayed her in the most humiliating way imaginable. Her squirt sprayed out in pulses, splashing the ground, soaking the base of his cock as her pussy tried - and failed - to handle the sheer girth he was feeding her. “I’m cumming—f-fuck—I’m cumming just from the first thrust—!” Her voice cracked high into a sob, face pressed into the pavement, tits mashed and bouncing with each brutal slam of his hips. “Oh fuck it’s too big, it’s too deep, I can’t—I can’t—ohmygod it’s inside all the way—” She was panting now, crying openly, lips hanging open in a stupid, drooling O as he started fucking her properly. Her hoops clinked softly against the concrete, rhythmically bouncing with every slam of his hips. Her clit rubbed against the base of his shaft again and again and again. “D-Daddy I can’t take it—I can’t fucking take it—this dick is gonna break me—please slow down!” But her cunt was spasming. Milking him. Inviting more. Her soaked thighs trembled violently, and she moaned louder than she ever had before, throat hoarse as she wailed: “*Ohgodohgod—f-fuck—*I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna fucking cum again already—” Every bounce of her hips sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her tits kept dragging across the hot pavement, nipples raw and stiff beneath the damp satin, her whole body thrashing like a toy too delicate for the way she was being used. She moaned. She gasped. She squealed. And through it all, one desperate, shameful truth hung in the air like a curse she couldn’t take back: “I love you, Daddy… please don’t stop…”

 

[Chainsmoke]

Thancred relished in her pain and suffering, so the shocked look on her face made him hornier and harder. Somehow, he wasn't at full mast yet. It was a miracle that a cock like this could exist and still not even be fully hard with all the girth and length it had. It was almost like he was born to break her, to make her his bitch When he heard her screams, her begs, her confessions and pleas, he finally stopped. Instead of hitting her, he leaned in and grabbed her face, forcing something insane upon her. It was unbelievable what he did. He had kissed her lips. He made sure that the kiss was short-lived, disgusting, and sloppy. It involved all kinds of tongue, letting his saliva slide into her mouth and get on her ruined face. It was his final act. His final act of claiming her. "That's more like it." He spoke, looking at her as she turned around and got on all fours for him. "You better be a good girl for Daddy or no dick, am I understood?" He asked, his tone stern and demanding. He watched as her tits pressed against the ground and her ass shook in the air. He wanted to just watch, but he couldn't just sit there and not abuse that pussy too. He spanked her ass again and grabbed her bob with his other hand. "Uh uh uh." He shook his head in disappointment. "You don't want to go anywhere." He reminded her. "You belong to daddy now." "And that's not changing." He continued his affirmations. He continued with his dominance. He moved his hips. There was not a single shred of gentleness with him. He abused her. He used her. He made sure every moment of his cock inside her pussy was rough. He made sure that she was ruined. That she wouldn't want to leave. He laughed, no, roared, as he felt her pussy gushing out and spraying him with her cunt-juices. His hips didn't stop moving at all; in fact, they only got rougher as her pussy was lubed up with her juices, letting him move freely. With each thrust, his balls slapped her clit, claiming every inch of her. "That's what good dick feels like, whore!" With the last word, he yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back more. With the other hand, he grabbed one of her tits and began groping it, treating her roughly. He moved his hips nonstop as he abused her. He pushed her head back down and let go of her tit, still gripping her hair as he moved even faster. He seemed to have no end to his stamina, as every thrust was just getting stronger and faster with no sign of it slowing down at all. Every time he thrust into her, his balls kept slapping her clit, his hips hit her ass hard as his dick continued penetrating deeper. It was almost like he was a machine built for fucking and breaking bitches like her. "Yes, you fucking can! That's why you're here, because you can!" He yelled at her, now seeing her less than he already saw her. He spanked her ass again, making sure that his hand imprinted on her skin with a red outline. He could feel her pussy squeezing him. Begging him. Inviting him. And he took that invitation. His cock began twitching inside of her cunt, throbbing and pulsating as it finally reached its full length. Soon, the precum that was leaking inside of her had stopped. But something much worse had happened. His cock began leaking cum inside of her. At first, it was slow and gradual. But then, it burst out. That didn't stop him from moving his hips; if anything, it made him move them MORE. "That's more like it! Shake that ass on Daddy's dick and scream how much you love him!"

 

[Starry]

Courtney’s body jolted as he suddenly grabbed her face, dragging her up from the pavement just long enough for his lips to crash into hers. It wasn’t a kiss - it was an invasion. Wet, sloppy, violent, his tongue shoved into her mouth, spit trailing down her chin as her ruined mascara clung to his face like the mark of ownership. Her eyes went wide. She gagged into the kiss. “Mnnnff!—” her muffled voice cracked in shock, lips twitching beneath his, mascaraed lashes fluttering as her mind screamed through the shame. His spit filled her mouth - hot, sour, wrong. She could taste the filth of him. It smeared across her face, slid down her chin, into the grit beneath her. She should’ve pulled back. She should’ve. But her tongue pressed to his anyway. When he finally pulled away, she gasped, choking on breath, spit clinging to her lips in a thick, dangling string. Her chest heaved. Her mind was spinning. And then he said it. “You better be a good girl for Daddy or no dick. Am I understood?” She whimpered. Her ass was still in the air. Her tits squished beneath her, sweat-slick and dragged over dirty pavement. Her cunt? Still open. Still dripping. “…Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “I’ll—I’ll be good, I promise…” But there was no mercy. He rammed into her. “*AAHH—oh f-fuck—fuck you’re huge—” Her scream echoed down the alley as he slammed home, her cunt immediately spasming around his length, squirting again from the sheer shock of his size. Slick gushed down her thighs, flooding around the base of his cock, her pussy drooling from the intrusion like it missed him already. “Oh my—fucking—god—” she sobbed, her voice cracking with every brutal slap of his hips against her ass. “I’m so full—I can feel you in my stomach!” Her tits bounced violently beneath her with every thrust, the slap of her heavy breasts against the pavement timed with the brutal pounding of her cunt. Her nipples were raw, stiff, dragging against the hot street with each bounce as he drove into her like a machine. Her hoops jingled wildly now. Her body jerked forward with each slap of his hips. His balls slammed against her clit, over and over, like he knew how to make her gush without even touching her. “Daddy please—please slow down—I can’t—I’m gonna—AAHH—!” Another squirt. Hot. Shameful. Unstoppable. She sobbed. Her body betrayed her again. Her cunt was clenching, milking, begging for more, and she hated how much she needed it. How much she loved it. His hand yanked her hair, dragging her head back until her mascaraed face turned to the side, mouth open, drooling, screaming. “I love you, Daddy!” she cried out between thrusts. “Fuck—I love your dick—I love this fucking cock—don’t stop—don’t stop—fill me again—” His cock twitched inside her. She felt the shift - just before it happened. The first hot spurt hit her walls like molten lead, and Courtney howled, eyes rolling back as her cunt clamped down, fluttering around the thickness now flooding her. “Oh my *god—you’re cumming—fuck—you’re really cumming—inside—!” Another jet. Then another. Thick, hot, endless. Her belly tensed, her thighs shaking. Her pussy gushed again, squelching loudly as it welcomed the load like it was meant for her. Her mascara was gone. Her lips hung open, dripping spit. Her entire body trembled beneath the pressure and heat, the smell of sweat, cum, and street grime soaking into her skin. And then— “Ughh—you’re gonna get me fucking pregnant…” she moaned in a breathless, mascara-slurred whimper, her voice high and petulant, like she’d just been inconvenienced, not ruined. “Stupid… fucking cock’s too big, too dirty, now I’m full of homeless cum—” But her cunt clenched again. Hard.

 

[Chainsmoke]

Thancred made sure the forced make-out session was brief yet violent, as everything seemed to be when dealing with him. His tongue not only invaded her mouth, but with how he constantly moved and shifted his head, it also licked some of her faces. He was getting a taste of her. He was slowly removing her makeup, making her sweat it away, or he licked it off himself; just exactly as he was slowly tearing away at whatever dignity she had left. It was unclear if this was rape or something else, but one thing was certain... Courtney was clearly enjoying this. Maybe a little too much. He was pleased when he felt her tongue pressing against his. But he made sure that she was tantalizingly teased, unable to get the full taste of this lustful kiss without making her want more of his tongue. More of him. He seemed content with the knowledge that she was way too broken to fight back now, as her leaking pussy was revealed for him to enjoy and fuck all he wanted. "That's a good girl. Maybe if you keep listening, you can take Daddy home so he can stay with you." He phrased the idea that his staying over like it was a favor he was doing for her. Like it was a reward she should want to have. Not like this was a favor she was doing for him. Not like he was the homeless one. "It's too fucking late to turn back now." He reminded her, spanking her ass as he brutally fucked her ass, not giving her a chance to breathe at all. His balls continued slapping her whenever he thrust into her, using her constant orgasms as lube. He laughed more, cruelly too, as one hand gripped her hair, making her head turn upwards and forcing her back to arch further. He suddenly let go of her hair. Only to grip her nose with two fingers, hooking them in there. "And ya fucking like it!" he stated like it was a fact. It was almost like he was DEMANDING that she admit it from the bottom of her heart. He wanted her to scream it out, to scream how much she loved being abused. He continued pulling at her nose, forcing her head to move along with his rough and guiding hand, obliging her to look up at him as he brutally used her pussy. "You know that you love it! Now cum again, you whore!" He demanded over and over again. He felt her love juices all over his cock, and it only pushed him to do more. To ruin her even further. He continued using her pussy while she was cumming, not giving her a moment's rest and treating her like nothing but a toy. He spanked her once she screamed out her confession. "That's what I thought! Now be a good little homeless black-cock loving whore and take my dck!" He slapped her ass once more before it all came crashing. He shot his load like a fountain. There was no escaping it now, Courtney's rich pussy was claimed by Thancred's broke, homeless cock. Even if she didn't want to admit it, her pussy was clamping down on him, wanting more. He kept pumping her full of cum. Not showing any sign of slowing down. He groaned out in pleasure, still holding her by her nose. The sounds that her pussy and cock made together were so erotic that it motivated his cock to start pumping even more cum inside of her. It was as if they were in some sort of perpetual motion machine, both making each other cum like the animals in heat they were. "Don't act like you don't want my babies." He ordered her, then slapped her again. "What the fuck did you say to me, you pig?"

 

[Starry]

Courtney gagged as his tongue finally pulled away, her lips puffy and spit-drenched, the slick mess of his kiss smeared from her mouth to her cheek. She was breathing in shallow, broken gasps, the taste of him still flooding her tongue, the scent of his sweat, smoke, and street-filth crawling up her nose like it belonged there. Her ruined lipstick was all over his mouth. Her mascara was on his chin. She should have screamed. Slapped him. Ran. Instead… she just moaned. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt was dripping, pulsing, leaking over the cock that had stretched her like she was made for it. Her tits ached from bouncing and scraping across the pavement, her nipples raw under her dress. Her voice was hoarse, throat sore, and all she could do was stare up at him in disbelief as he said— "Maybe if you keep listening, you can take Daddy home so he can stay with you." Her eyes flew wide. Her stomach twisted. “Y-you—what? Are you fucking serious?” she gasped, coughing out a wet laugh between sobs. “You’re not coming home with me, you dirty—ah—ahfuck—!” She couldn’t finish. Not with his cock hammering into her again. She shrieked as her ass was spanked once more, her whole body jolting forward. His balls slapped her soaked cunt again, hard and hot, using the endless stream of her orgasmic slick as lube as he fucked her like a toy. Her tongue lolled, her face glazed with sweat and spit and shame - and then she felt his fingers hook into her nose. “W-what— no—don’t—” she gasped, but he yanked her head up, forcing her to look at him through ruined lashes. His eyes were feral, voice a barked command. Her pussy exploded. “*AHHnnn—*f-fuuckkk I—I can’t stop!” she wailed, eyes crossing as she squirted again, soaking the cock still pounding her insides, coating his thighs, her heels slipping on the pavement from the sheer mess she was making. “Please—please stop—you’re breaking me—!” But her cunt clenched tighter. And he didn’t stop. Her head was yanked. Her ass was slapped. Her tits bounced and dragged across the pavement, nipples screaming. And then— He came. Thick. Endless. Hot, filthy seed poured inside her, coating her walls, filling her womb like it was his goddamn right. Her belly tensed. Her voice cracked. “*No—no—f-fuck—not again—I can feel it—!” His cock kept twitching. Pumping. Her pussy milking him like she needed it. “Don’t act like you don’t want my babies.” Her eyes rolled. Her hips twitched. Her mouth opened - and she moaned. “…I don’t want your fucking—ugh—you’re gonna ruin my figure, you pig,” she slurred through grit teeth, mascara running like tears. But her cunt clenched again. Tighter. Hungrier. Because even as she sobbed it out— She knew he already had. SLAP! The sound cracked across her cheek before she could blink. Her head snapped to the side, silver hoops whipping against her flushed skin as her eyes widened - then fluttered. Her lips parted. And she drooled. “S-Sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered, voice faint, trembling, barely coherent as thick spit slid down her chin. “I didn’t mean—p-please—I love your cum—I love it—I’m sorry…” Her body slumped, ass still up, cunt twitching around the load pumping into her like it was her birthright. Her brain felt like static. Her tongue hung loose. Her mascara ran like surrender. “Fill me more…” she murmured through spit and tears, completely broken. “Please, Daddy… breed me again…” And she meant it. Every word.