His hand still tight in my hair, he bent me back over, forcing my head up so that I had to stare out at the ground. I whimpered, feeling the heated head of his cock press against my bottom hole once more. Just then, the tip of his cock began to rotate, slowly circling my tight rim. Crying out with shame, I stared out into the crowd while his cock pushed inside me, filling me so shamefully and so much more publicly than before.
I had felt like I was punished before, but all that paled to this.
Eyes stared into mine as the man’s cock took my ass, inch by inch. His fist tightened, pulling my head up and forcing me to arch into him and take all of him. He pushed into me more easily this time, but it still hurt, and I cried out because of it. The burning sensation rushed at me hot and heavy and I shuddered, trying to relax so the worst of it would fade.
The crowd surrounding us murmured things about the expression on my face, about how my thighs were coated with my own wetness, about the seed dripping down my face and onto my lips. It was so shameful, so punishing, and so incredibly arousing at the same time.
I moaned, the sound low in my throat.
“Naughty little girl, getting her ass fucked in front of all these people,” he murmured just loud enough for me to hear, and I blushed. He chose that moment to slam his hips into mine, jostling me hard enough to make my breasts bounce and a gasp of shock escape my lips.
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t quite know what I was asking for though. I wanted this to stop and then I didn’t.
I hated to admit it, but I was more turned on than ever. Fuck. How was this happening to me? Just an hour ago, I had landed on Dryac, just searching for work. How the hell had I ended up half-naked with my naked ass strapped and fucked?
My clit throbbed greedily between my legs. I wanted to come. Again.
My scalp burned, delicious agony arcing down to my core. My ass felt sore and used, but still, I couldn’t get enough. He fucked me hard, far harder than before, and I could feel the achy sting of his use coursing through my body.
I was his to fuck, wherever and whenever he wished, even if it meant in the middle of a busy market square. Every thrust made me cry out. With pain or pleasure I didn’t know, but it didn’t really matter.
I felt ashamed and I felt naughty, but most of all, I felt needy.
I wanted to come. No. I needed to come.
“Please. Let me come for you,” I begged, surprised at myself even as the words escaped my lips. My words were quiet, just loud enough so that he could hear me and no one else could. I was no longer thinking. I was just living, and it felt glorious. This was something I hadn’t known I would have ever wanted, let alone needed.
Was it wrong to enjoy myself along the way?
My pussy spasmed hard and I decided it wasn’t.
“You want to come, little human?” he asked, his words loud enough this time for the crowd to hear. I whimpered pitifully, quickly realizing that the public shaming was an integral part of my punishment and that I wouldn’t be allowed to come until I let everyone watching know that I wanted to come, even as this stranger fucked my ass for the second time.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, what,” he demanded, his tone expectant and firm.
“Yes, sir,” I ventured, feeling rather unsure.
“Reach down between your legs and touch that greedy cunt. You’ll come when I say you can,” he replied. I shivered with desire, feeling a hot rush of heady passion at his words. It felt dirty and wrong, but I no longer cared.
I just wanted to come.
This time, I didn’t hesitate to obey. My hand reached between my legs and my fingers slid along my wetness to center over top of my clit and I shuddered with pleasure. Fuck, that felt good.
His cock slid in and out of my ass, filling me over and over again until I was quivering with need beneath him. His hips slapped into mine again and again, forcing his thick length deeper into my bottom hole with every sharp, brutal thrust. I moaned, pressing down on my clit, sliding over and around my needy bud as he did so.
Then something changed. The tip of his cock began to rotate inside me once more, petting my inner walls with his heat, and I shuddered with arousal. His shaft expanded even further, and it stretched me wider. I cried out from the sudden flash of burning pain, but then the shaft of his cock began to vibrate, igniting my sore bottom hole with a deep-seated, powerful sense of pleasure.
I hurtled closer and closer to orgasm much faster this time. My body was overwhelmed with desire, every inch of me awash with intense sensations far greater than I had ever known. I didn’t know how long I could hold back my release, but there was an intense need within me to obey his command.
It gave me pleasure to do so.
My fingers danced over my clit, teasing and taunting me close to orgasm, and then edging back when it became too much. Again and again, I teased my needy bud, making myself even more desperate for orgasm than I thought humanly possible.
I begged for him to let me come, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he just used my bottom hole even harder than before, fucking me hard enough to jostle my breasts free from the cups of my bra. Every thrust forced the air out of my lungs and I moaned, the sound pathetic and sorrowful.
The shaft of his cock vibrated against my tight hole. The head of it rotated inside me, driving me perilously close to orgasm. I just needed to hear the words come out of his mouth.