I (M43) attend a lot of functions at the Fox Grove event center, but I hadn’t yet met Beth (F34), the new bartender, before Friday night. Carlos was behind the bar as usual, and he said Beth was working out great in her first week. She had already tended solo but tonight was going to be busy so Carlos had her here assisting.
Beth was at the tap so I ordered a beer. She said little but gave me a sly smile. As I was I heading back a few minutes later, I noticed her undoing a button on her blouse. She smiled the same way, introducing herself.
Resisting the temptation to tell her I could read her name tag, I said “I’m Cobb. But some girls call me Daddy.” She smiled. “I’m sure some girls call you asshole too.”
It took me a second. “Some girls need a spanking,” I retorted. “Thanks for the beer.” Again she gave me that impish smile. I was pissed that she’d one-upped me, though I eventually almost totally forgot about it.
The function was scheduled to end at 10, but the party was dying, and Carlos and Beth started cleaning up at 9:30. I headed to the bar for one last drink. Beth was carrying two trays of glasses, heading out through a side door. I held it open for her.
“It’s your lucky night, asshole,” she said. I stepped into the room with her. It was a room set up for a Saturday brunch. Only the emergency lights were on. She put the trays down.
“We doing this, _Daddy_?” She turned toward a table and started pulling her pants down.
I almost said no thanks and left. She was fucking insulting me. But I was also horny as fuck. As she pulled her leg out of her pants, I grabbed two cloth napkins and tied them together. I pulled the gag over her mouth and tightened it around her mouth. Grabbing her wrists behind her, I said, “we doing this, bitch?”
She whimpered and nodded. But I knew that she had engineered this situation just as she wanted it. Two more napkins and her hands were tied behind her back. Two more and she was blindfolded.
“Stay there,” I whispered to her. Another silly whimper/nod. I grabbed a bottle of olive oil from one of the serving tables and returned to her. I backed her ass up so her face was on the table. After taking pulling down my own pants I poured some of the oil on her asshole. It dripped down over her cunt and down her leg. Some got on her pants. She stiffened but didn’t protest.
Unceremoniously I shoved two fingers up her ass. She squealed onto the gag. Taking my oiled-up fingers out, I stroked my cock once or twice and put it against her anus.
She knocked her shoulders against the table but I ignored her. I pushed in. She screamed but there’s no way Carlos heard her. She was a bit dry do I lubed her shitter up some more and slid back in. I slid all the way out, exiting with a nasty smacking sound. She didn’t move or flinch.
I pushed back slowly in and she moaned. She still really wasn’t ready for an anal rooting, but that’s what she was going to get. I pulled out and rammed my cock all the way in her rectum. Another scream into the gag. She was so tight, it took a while to get a rhythm going. Once I did I undid her wrist restraints, explaining that I needed my little slut to hang on to the table. She complied.
Based on the bitch’s whines, her asshole was obviously aching but now that she had it under control I removed the gag too.
“Tell me you love this,” I demanded quietly. “It hurts, Daddy,” she whined. “Tell me—“ I started. “You’re hurting my ass but I love it, Daddy. Use my body.”
I fished my phone out of my shirt pocket, turning on the voice recorder. “Tell me more, bitch.”
“Own my body,” she said, seemingly lost for words. “Fuck my ash—“
“Fuck it,” I said. Just say your cell number into the phone and we’ll continue this discussion later. She did as I said. I pumped a few more times, then whispered, “on your knees.”
She complied, twisting and crumpling her nicely ironed, oil-speckled pants. I took off her blindfold so she could see my dick, fresh out of her ass. Her eyes were wet but she gave me that same infuriating smile. “Lick my nuts, cunt,” I demanded. I jacked myself off onto her pretty hair.
She stayed kneeling as I cleaned my cock off with one of the napkins. She was a total mess, so I snapped a photo before I zipped up and left.
For a while afterwards I wondered whether or not Beth got exactly what she wanted—if _she_ was using _me_ and not the other way around.
The next time I was at Fox Grove Beth acted like we’d never met, and that was that.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11orl00/used_her_like_a_cheap_whore_right_m43f34_mf_cnc
This isn’t written for women in mind. Sounds like it was written for men. Just my two cents.