Cheater Used.
“Have a look at these,” He said as he showed me his phone.
I had had a sinking feeling in my stomach the moment he had mentioned Ryan’s name. There wouldn’t have been any reason to, not during a ‘casual coffee’. When he started to flick through the pictures, each more lewd and pornographic than the last, my suspicions were confirmed.
“I don’t think you want Peter seeing any of these, right?”
I looked up at him as he put his phone away. A smile had spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes glanced down and suddenly I regretted wearing my low cut dress today, his eyes ogling my pale cleavage like a wolf eying up its next meal. I could feel my chest rise and lower as I tried to calm my breathing. This was too much, I had to get out.
“No. I don’t.”
“So, what are we going to do about it?”
“Oh,” I sat forward, leaning over the table, “but isn’t Peter your friend?”
“He is. That’s why I’m not going to go easy of you,” his smile widened, “otherwise, you won’t learn your lesson, will you?”
He stood up. A tent visibly pitching in his trousers.
“Come on,” he said as he gestured for me to follow. I picked up my bag and got up after him. He walked to the back of the busy coffee shop and through a door that led to the bathrooms. I stopped at the door and he, noticing I wasn’t behind him anymore, turned and spoke with a voice far more impatient than before.
“Come on.”
“We can’t, not here. It’s so dirty.”
“I don’t remember asking your opinion.”
He took out his phone and, tapping on it for a second, showed me a message he was ready to send to Peter- it had one of the pictures of me in it, my face covered in cum, my lips suckling the last few drops out of Ryan’s prick.
“Or I could just send this?”
I didn’t respond, he turned and moved to the men’s toilet – holding the door open for me, revealing the small cupboard of a bathroom beyond.
“You’re a cunt.”
“Funny, that’s exactly what I was thinking about you,” he looked me up and down, “it’s what’ll make doing this so much more fun.”
There was a small window above the toilet. The murky, frosted glass let just enough light in so that you could really appreciate the bleakness of the cramped space. I stared at it as my feet were kicked apart and my dress was unceremoniously pulled up and bunched around my waist. I bent forward on command and placed my hands on either side of the window. I tried to focus on other things- the way the shapes beyond the glass were distorted. Like the memories of a dream. I was snapped back to reality as the sound of tearing and a sudden chill across my bare pussy told me my thong had been violently removed. His hands kneaded my round cheeks greedily.
“Your arse looks even better now. Tell me, I didn’t see any pics of Ryan having a go on it. Peter ever do it?”
I hesitated to answer, which made him snigger. I felt my cheeks spread roughly as he spat directly on my tightest hole, his finger easing the saliva in gently. I put a hand back, pushing his forearm back. But all that did was double his efforts. He yanked his finger free and, reaching around my head, rammed it into my mouth, forcing me to splutter all over it.
“Good girl,” he used my saliva on my arse now- soaking it thoroughly, “now, you’ll need this…”
My mouth was forced open again as was felt like the lace remnants of my thong were stuffed into my mouth. I choked slightly, groaning on it angrily as he undid his belt buckle.
He had not been lying when he said he wasn’t going to take it easy on me. His cockhead, slick with more of his spit, forcibly stretched my arsehole wide before plunging slowly- but firmly- as deep as it could go. Every inch was too much for me to handle. By the the base of his shaft pressed against my cheeks, my eyeliner was streaming down my face. I want to say stop, but I knew I couldn’t.
I winced and choked as he started to rut against me, his rough hands reaching round to hold my throat and reach into the top of my dress to grab hold of my soft tits. He started to pick up the pace, muttering curse words as his balls slapped against me and my arsehole tightly massaged his cock. Then, just as my quivering legs started being able to manage the thrusts, he turned us around and sat on the closed toilet. He pulled me onto his lap, using his hands to urge me up and down- my arse hole merely something for him to jerk off with.
“Fucking cunt, ride it.”
I could feel tears trailing down my face as I started to obediently bounce my arse up and down on the cock. I swear I could feel it in my throat, it was so deep.
When he came he held onto my shoulder with one hand and my hip with the other. I tried to pull away but he held me down so I could feel his length throb and my raw arse fill with his hot, sticky mess. He held me there till he was done and then stood, practically shoving me off him.
I hesitated to say anything as we made to leave. He checked his phone while I fixed my dress, my makeup and threw my ruined underwear away. I caught him as he started to exit the bathroom section of the coffee house. He let the door close, leaving us a little privacy.
“Are we…is this it?” My voice broke nervously.
“For now,” he smiled back at me, leaning forward and kissing my cheek, “expect a call.”
This disappointed me obviously but, honestly, didn’t surprise me at all.
“You won’t tell Peter though, will you?”
“I won’t,” he smiled, “but you might have to keep the others quiet too.”
My eyes widened.
“The others, the ones I sent the photos to? Just a couple of mates, a few work colleagues, some guys from the club. You know.”
“B-but, I don’t… you said-“
“- Don’t worry…” he push a hand roughly under the front of my dress and pushed the tip of his finger into my cunt. I tried to back away but his other hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, “Bright girl like you, you’ll think of something.”
And he left, leaving me that dark space with nothing but my painful arsehole and a head full of dark thoughts for my future as company.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ggwdqk/cheater_used