Robert glanced around the room, his eyes searching for any sign of the fiery red dress that his wife Karen had been wearing specifically tonight for their erotic game. The bar was a blur of faces and bodies, a cacophony of laughter and music. But the table where he had last seen her was empty, the chair pushed back as if she had left in a hurry. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and fear. Was it too late and did she left the bar without him because she was too bored?
Robert slammed the glass down and stood up, his legs a little wobbly from the drinks. He made his way through the crowded room, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny. The bathroom door was a beacon in the dim light, and he pushed it open with a sense of urgency. The women’s bathroom was empty, the silence deafening compared to the din outside.
The stall doors were all open, revealing a row of empty toilets, the only sound the faint echo of the music from the bar. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and stepped back out into the bar.
“Where is the woman who was talking with the playboy?” he asked the bartender, his voice tight with urgency.
The bartender’s smile never faltered as she leaned closer, the scent of her perfume mixing with the faint smell of alcohol and cleaning supplies. “Oh, she stepped out for some fresh air,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “But sorry to say, I’m not sure she’ll be back soon.”
Robert’s heart skipped a beat. Fresh air? Did Karen need a break from the bar already? He took another sip of his whiskey, trying to play it cool, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety growing in his stomach.
The bartender’s knowing smile was like a spotlight on his fears. She thought he was here for the same reason Chuck was. A quick, meaningless lay to boost his ego.
The bartender leaned in, her voice a low purr. “You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “Chuck, he’s the king of this place. Every woman that walks through those doors, he’s had them all, especially the married ones.”
The bartender leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s always the same,” she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “They come in here, all dressed up, looking for a little thrill. And Chuck, oh, he’s like a shark in the water. He can smell desperation a mile away. He’s got them all wrapped around his finger.”
Her eyes swept over the crowd, landing on a brunette with a tight dress that left little to the imagination. “Take her, for instance,” she said, her nail tapping the bar for emphasis. “Married, two kids, and tonight her husband thinks she’s at book club.” She winked at Robert. “But what she really wants is to get her pages turned by Chuck out in the backseat of her minivan.”
His gaze drifted over to the pool table, where the brunette she had mentioned earlier was leaning over, her tight dress riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. “Last Friday, she was part of the entertainment,” she continued, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand untold secrets. “Chuck had convinced her that she was the only woman in the world. He’s got a way with words, that one.”
The bartender chuckled to herself, the sound low and knowing. “By the end of the night,” she said, “he had her on her knees in the back room, sucking the cocks of his buddies.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against Robert’s ear. “Her wedding ring was still on just because Chuck told her he preferred to see her with”
The bartender’s words hit Robert like a ton of bricks, and he couldn’t help but feel a mix of disgust and arousal. He knew he should be outraged, should be storming out to find Karen and demand an explanation. But instead, he found himself leaning in, eager to hear more of the bartender’s sordid tales. She had a way of speaking that was both mesmerizing and revolting, a siren’s song that drew him in despite the horror of the story she was telling.
“The more funny part,” she said with a smug chuckle, “is that she sucked dicks for nothing. Not even a quickie with Chuck.”
She added with a knowing smile, as if she could read his thoughts. “Chuck had his eye on another little morsel. The brunette’s friend, a cute little redhead. They were here to plan the redhead bachelorette party with two more friends.”
The bartender’s eyes flicked to the parking lot, where the shadows played against the cars. “He always takes the star of the night out there,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of admiration. “It’s his favorite spot, in the parking lot.”
The bartender took a deep breath, her eyes returning to the brunette at the pool table. “Luckily for her,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and pity, “she’ll be going home with fresh breath tonight.”
“Because tonight,” she continued, her eyes glinting, “it’s all about the little firecracker in the red dress that you also spotted.”
The bartender took a sip of her drink, her gaze lingering on Robert’s tense expression. “Karen,” she murmured, her voice like honey. “I can see why you also try picked up her.” She winked at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “But Chuck, oh, he’s had his eye on her for the moment he has entered the bar.”
“Just by the look on his face I knew,” she added with a devilish wink, “It was like he had spotted the perfect trophy to add to his wall.”
The bartender took a moment to straighten her apron, her movements smooth and practiced, before she continued. “You see, Chuck has this little ritual,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Every time he breaks a new one, he takes a picture, a little souvenir of the night.”
“And the real masterpieces,” she leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, “are in the VIP room, it’s like a hall of fame for sluts … or shame if you ask me.”
Her gaze drifted over to the parking lot, and she couldn’t help but smirk. “Tonight’s special,” she said, her voice low and full of amusement. “Karen, the little slut in the red dress, she’s going to be one for the books.” She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with excitement.
“It was like shooting fish in a barrel,” she continued, her voice a lazy purr. “I’ve never seen him move so fast. Usually, it takes a bit more finesse, a bit more of the ol’ razzle-dazzle.” She took a sip of her drink, her eyes gleaming. “But Karen, oh, she was practically begging for it. The way she downed those drinks, the way she threw those glances at him. It was like watching a moth to a flame.”
Robert’s stomach twisted at the words, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the bartender’s knowing eyes. She had seen it all before, the wives and girlfriends who thought they could handle the game but ended up just another notch on Chuck’s bedpost. “How do you know?” he asked, his voice strained.
The bartender had seen the look of triumph on Chuck’s face as he had led Karen out to the parking lot. It was a look she recognized, a look that said he had just scored the quickest and easiest lay of his life. It was a look that made her smile, knowing she had played her part in setting the stage for yet another night of carnality. She had watched the show from behind the bar, a silent observer to the unfolding drama, her eyes flicking from the couple to the clock. She had timed it, noted how long it had taken from the first drink to the moment Chuck had whispered sweet nothings into Karen’s ear and convinced her to leave with him. It was a new record, even for Chuck.
The bartender took a long, slow pull of her drink, her eyes never leaving his. “Oh, honey,” she said, her voice a syrupy drawl. “I’ve seen it all. They come in here, all dressed up, looking for a little excitement. They think they can handle Chuck, but they can’t.”
Turning to the customers leaning on the counter, she raised her voice, a touch of amusement in her tone. “You guys approve tonight, Chuck broke his record, right?” They all chuckled and nodded, a few of them raising their glasses in a toast to the playboy’s latest conquest. It was a familiar scene, one that had played out countless times before. The bartender took a moment to bask in the collective energy of the room, the electric current of desire and excitement that buzzed in the air like a swarm of hungry mosquitoes.
The brunette at the pool table shot her a glare, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. The bartender just smirked and winked back. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she called out to her. “I don’t think you’ll get Chuck’s cock today either. But if you’re feeling a bit… peckish,” she leaned over the bar, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, “I can introduce you to some of his friends. They’re always looking for a good time, and they know just how to make you feel… appreciated.”
“You know,” she said, her voice carrying over the noise of the bar as she wiped down the counter, “the back room is all set up for you.” She gestured to the dimly lit hallway that led to the back. “It’s got everything you need to suck some dick,” she added with a wink. “And I know you love the taste of cum, don’t you, sweetheart?”
The brunette’s face flushed a deeper shade of red as she stormed out of the bar, her pride bruised but her curiosity clearly piqued. The bartender chuckled to herself, watching her go. “The drink is on me,” she shouted after the retreating figure. “See you next week!”
Turning back to Robert, the bartender’s expression grew more serious. “You know,” she said, leaning in closer, “I’ve got a little trick that makes most husbands happy around here. They come in, looking all anxious and worried, and I tell them their wives are already home.”
Her eyes held his for a beat too long, the glint of mischief playing at the corners of her mouth. “It’s a simple lie, but it does wonders,” she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “They pay extra for it too, just to ease their minds.”
The bartender’s gaze drifted back to the parking lot, where the shadows played across the cars like a silent movie. She knew exactly what was happening out there, the grunts and moans that filled the air, the slap of flesh on flesh. She had seen it all before, had even participated on occasion.
It was like being a puppet master, pulling the strings and watching the show unfold. She had a knack for it, a way of reading people that allowed her to push their buttons without them ever knowing they were being played.
“Follow me,” she said to Robert, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to echo through the bar. She led him through the crowded room, her hips swaying to the beat of the music.
The back door swung open, the cold night air slapping Robert’s face like a wet towel. The parking lot was a sea of cars, the distant sound of an engine the only sign of life outside the bar’s walls. The bartender’s heels clicked against the asphalt as she walked, the sound echoing through the stillness like gunshots.
Robert’s heart raced, his mind racing with the images she had painted of Chuck’s conquests. He tried to convince himself it was all just talk, that Karen was still playing their game. But the pit in his stomach grew heavier with each step, his fears morphing into a cold, hard knot.
His eyes scanned the rows of vehicles, searching for the unmistakable flash of red. The neon sign above the bar flickered, casting an eerie glow across the scene. His heart leapt as he heard it, the unmistakable sound of a woman’s moan, raw and unbridled. It was a sound that sent a chill down his spine, a sound that didn’t belong to his sweet, innocent wife.
As they approached the source of the sound, the outline of a car came into view. It was parked under a solitary streetlight, the windows fogged with the heat of passion.
Robert felt his stomach lurch as he realized that the car was rocking gently, the sound of grunts and moans growing louder. His eyes landed on the figure of a man leaning in front of the open back door, his pants around his ankles. A woman’s buttocks protruded, swaying in the cool night air with each thrust.
His heart racing, Robert’s eyes focused on the license plate of the car. It was Karen’s, the one she had picked out herself, the one she had taken such pride in. It was like a punch to the gut, seeing it there, the symbol of their love and commitment now just a backdrop for something so sordid.
His legs felt like lead, but he forced them to move, stumbling through the parking lot like a man in a nightmare. As he approached the car, he saw the faces of the drunken patrons who had been watching from the shadows, their expressions a mix of amusement and pity. They had been enjoying the show, the humiliation of a married woman caught in the throes of passion with a stranger.
Hearing the cheers of the voyeurs, the bartender couldn’t suppress her snicker. “It seems like Chuck’s been busy decorating the walls of her love tunnel,” she quipped, her tone thick with mockery. “But the grand performance is only just beginning,” she added, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. “Remember, this is Chuck’s moment to shine, so keep your hands to yourself.”
Robert’s vision narrowed to the car, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and betrayal. He could see the flash of Karen’s red dress through the fogged-up window, her head thrown back in ecstasy. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white with rage. The moans grew louder, more desperate.
Chuck’s face was contorted with pleasure as he pounded into Karen, who was sprawled across the back seat. Her red dress was hiked up around her waist, her lacy black lingerie was nowhere to be seen. She looked like a rag doll, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open. Robert’s heart hammered in his chest as the reality of the situation crashed down upon him. This wasn’t their roleplay game anymore.
The slap of Chuck’s balls against Karen’s ass was rhythmic and brutal, each smack echoing through the quiet night like a drumbeat of betrayal. It was a sound that was both haunting and arousing, a symphony of lust that played to a tune he had never composed.
Robert felt his world shatter into a million pieces as he watched the woman he loved, the woman he had shared his life with, reduced to nothing more than a plaything for Chuck’s amusement.
Chuck called Karen every degrading name in the book. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you?” he growled, his teeth gritted as he slammed into her. “A brainless slut who can’t resist a real man’s cock.”
Karen’s body tightened around Chuck’s thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Each degrading word that fell from his lips seemed to fuel her passion, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes met Robert’s through the foggy window, but she doesn’t recognise him. She was lost in the moment, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her senses and drowning out the world. She threw her head back, screaming out her pleasure, her body arching off the seat. Her orgasm was intense, her muscles clamping down around Chuck’s cock, her nails digging into the upholstery. She could feel the eyes on her, the audience that had gathered to watch her fall from grace.
But in that moment of ultimate betrayal, there was a spark of something else, something dark and thrilling. Karen knew that Chuck had recorded it all, knew that the video would be out there for anyone to see. The thought of her husband, of her friends and colleagues stumbling upon her secret, filled her with a heady mix of terror and excitement. It was a power play she hadn’t anticipated, and it sent her spiraling into a second, even more intense climax.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that was part pleasure, part despair. It was the sound of a dam breaking, of all her inhibitions and fears being washed away in a torrent of carnality. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by desire. Her body responded to Chuck’s rough handling like it was made for it, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick shaft.
“That’s right, baby,” Chuck groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her even harder. “Take it all, every inch. Show me how much of a slut you really are.” His voice was a snarl of triumph and lust, the sound of a man who knew he had conquered.
Karen’s moans grew more frantic as she felt herself losing control. She had never been talked to like this before, never been used so roughly. And yet, as each word sliced into her soul, she found herself getting wetter, her body responding to the filth that spilled from his mouth.
He leaned in closer to Karen, his breath hot against her ear. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. “You’re just a hole, Karen, a tight little hole for me to fuck. And holes don’t scream, do they?”
Before she could protest, he reached behind her and yanked her panties from where they lay in a crumpled heap. They were wet and sticky from her arousal.
“Now, let’s keep it down,” he hissed, shoving the fabric deep into her mouth.
She could feel the gusset pressing against the back of her throat, the taste of her own desire mingling with the cotton. Her eyes widened in shock and she struggled, trying to push his hand away. But he was too strong, his grip too firm. He pinned her down with one hand while he continued to fuck her with a brutal rhythm. She could feel every inch of him, the roughness of his calloused hands on her skin, the slickness of his cock sliding in and out of her.
Chuck leaned back, taking in the sight before him with a smile. “Look at her,” he called out to the leering faces surrounding the car. “This is what they all come here for, isn’t it? A good, hard fuck from a man who knows what he’s doing.”
He slapped Karen’s ass, the sound echoing through the night air. “This one’s a keeper,” he announced, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Just look at her, taking it like the slut she is.”
Her eyes were wide with shock, but the spark of arousal was unmistakable. He knew he had her now. The game was over, and she was his to play with. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “You like being a slut, don’t you?” he whispered. “You like being used.”
Her eyes searched his, but she made no move to deny it. Instead, she nodded, the fabric of her panties muffling her whimpers. It was all the answer he needed. With a triumphant grin, he slapped her ass again, the sound ringing out like a declaration of victory.
The crowd of drunken onlookers whooped and hollered, their faces a blur of leering grins and lust-filled eyes. Chuck knew they were all watching, all eager to see him claim his prize. He turned to face them, his cock still buried deep inside Karen’s trembling body. “What’s that?” he called out, feigning innocence. “You think you’re a slut?” He slapped her again, his hand leaving a red imprint on her alabaster skin. “I can’t hear you,” he said, his voice rising above the din.
Her eyes flickered with something that might have been anger or humiliation, but she remained silent, unable to speak because of her panties in her mouth, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Chuck took this as his cue to continue, his voice rising to be heard over the cheers of the onlookers.
He shouted, “She loves it. She’s a good little slut who takes it all without a word.”
With a wicked smirk, he reached down and yanked the panties from her mouth, the fabric slipping free with a wet pop. He leaned in close to her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. “Tell them, Karen,” he whispered, his voice a harsh caress. “Tell them how much better I am than your husband.”
Finally, the words spilled from her lips, muffled and barely audible. “You’re better,” she whimpered.
Chuck’s grip on her chin tightened, his eyes gleaming. “What ?” he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. “I don’t think they heard you.”
Karen’s cheeks burned. She wanted to scream, to fight back, to deny the dark truth that was spilling from her lips. Her voice trembled as she tried again, the words forced from her throat.
“You fuck me better than my husband,” she managed to say, the words barely above a whisper.
Chuck’s grip on her chin didn’t loosen. “I said, shout it,” he demanded, his voice a low growl. “Tell them how much you love my cock if you want me to continue to fuck you”.
With a desperate, almost animalistic snarl, Karen screamed, “You fuck me better than my husband! Your big cock feels so good!”
From Chuck’s perspective, the scene was pure gold. He had scored one again the ultimate prize: a married woman, writhing and begging for his cock. He watched her with a smug smile, his chest puffed out with pride. He had seen it all before, the desperation in their eyes, the need for something more than the vanilla life they led at home. Every time the same but every time he felt so powerful.
Slow, he yanked his cock out of Karen’s pussy with a wet pop. She whimpered, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and need. He knew she was close, so close to that sweet release. But Chuck wasn’t done with her yet. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, her swollen cunt glistening in the dim light.
With a smirk, Chuck leaned in and whispered, “You want more, don’t you?” His voice was like a caress, a promise of more to come. Karen’s breath was ragged, her body trembling with desire. She nodded frantically, her eyes pleading. He knew she was desperate, that she would agree to anything he asked.
“Do you want the real thing?” His hand trailed down her body, his fingers teasing the slick folds of her pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you like the whore you are?”
Her eyes searched his, the spark of defiance fading into a desperate need. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes,” she breathed, the word a confession of her darkest desires.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her head like she was a well-trained dog. The condescension in his tone made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t help the flicker of arousal that shot through her.
Chuck’s grin widened, and he took his phone which was left in the back seat, ready to capture the moment. He knew that this would be the pièce de résistance, the part of the show that would cement his reputation as the ultimate player. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She had never felt so degraded, so used, so… alive. Her voice was a raw, needy plea, the words spilling from her mouth without thought.
“Please,” she moaned, “I want more. Fuck me like I deserve it.”
He leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Her red dress was balled around her waist, her black lingerie rag on the floor of the car, and her makeup was smeared down her face. But she was still beautiful, in that raw, desperate way that only a woman who had been thoroughly used could be. Chuck leaned in close to Karen’s ear.
“A nice man like me can never refuse a lady’s request,” he whispered, his voice thick with mock chivalry.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against the tight entrance of her ass.
“Ready for the grand finale?” he asked, his voice low and mocking.
She could feel the tip of him, thick and slick with their combined juices, pressing against her sensitive skin. Panic surged through Karen as she realized what he was about to do.
“Chuck, no,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse from the cloth that had filled her mouth. “It’s the wrong hole.”
Chuck’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Oh, but it’s the perfect hole,” he corrected. “The tightest, most forbidden hole of all.”
He leaned down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “And you know you want it. Relax,” he hissed in her ear, his voice thick with lust. “You’re going to love it.”
Karen’s eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip of Chuck’s cock breach her anal opening. She had never been so filled, so stretched. The crowd outside was a blur of faces and leers, their catcalls and jeers a distant echo in her mind. All she could focus on was the feeling of him inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Chuck’s movements were slow and deliberate, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he pushed deeper. She could feel the head of his cock stretching her, opening her up like a bloom in the night. Every inch was a battle, her body fighting the intrusion while her mind screamed for more. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, a mix of pain and pleasure that was intoxicating.
Chuck’s expert hands guided her through the pain as he pushed inch by inch deeper. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, calling her a good girl, a dirty little slut, his words a mix of praise and degradation that had her pussy clenching. She could feel herself opening up to him, her body responding to his every demand.
His slow, deliberate strokes grew in intensity, his cock filling her to the brink of pain. But it wasn’t pain she felt; it was a strange, all-consuming pleasure that seemed to override everything else. Each push sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her toes curl and her back arch. She could feel her ass stretching around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of her heart. It was a dance of agony and ecstasy, a dance that she never wanted to end.
Chuck watched as her moans grew louder, her movements more desperate. He knew that she was close, so close to the edge. He could feel her muscles tighten around him, her body begging for more. And he was more than happy to give it to her. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her with the force of a piston. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the car.
Karen’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Chuck’s cock was a living, pulsing entity inside her, filling her in a way she never thought she could handle. But she was taking it, taking it all, her muscles stretching and clenching around him as if they had been made for this one purpose.
The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely breathe. She could feel herself losing control, her thoughts scattered and hazy. The only thing that remained was the feeling of him inside her, the delicious pain that seemed to drive her closer and closer to the brink of something she had never felt before.
And then, just as she was about to fall over that precipice, he stopped. Karen’s eyes snapped open, her body trembling with need. She stared at him, confusion and desperation warring in her gaze. Why was he stopping? Why was he denying her the sweet release she craved?
Chuck just smirked, his eyes gleaming with the power he held over her. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. “Not yet, slut,” he murmured, his voice a promise of a future heaven. “First, we have to give them a show.”
With a smug smile, he leaned back, his cock still buried deep inside Karen’s quivering ass. “One,” he counted out loud, his voice a slow, deliberate taunt. She whimpered beneath him, her body tense and trembling. The anticipation was delicious, like the sweetest of poisons, and he knew she was begging for the release she craved.
“Two,” he continued, his grip on her hips tightening. He could feel the tension in her body, the desperation in her every breath. He watched her in the rearview mirror, her eyes glazed over with lust, and he knew she was his to do with as he pleased.
He took a breath, his cock still buried deep inside her. “Don’t you know what comes after two, my naughty little girl?”
He asked, his voice taunting. Karen nodded frantically, her eyes pleading with him to continue. “But I think I’ve forgotten,” he said with a smug smirk. “Maybe you can remind me.”
Her voice was a hoarse whisper, raw with lust. “I think after two is three,” she said.
Chuck’s smile grew wider, his cock pulsing inside her. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “Three.”
“Tonight,” he announced loudly, his voice carrying through the car and out into the night, “I have found a very clever piece of meat.” The crowd outside roared in approval, their cheers a symphony of lust and debauchery.
He pulled out, the slickness of her juices coating his length. Karen’s body jerked with the sudden emptiness, her eyes pleading for more.
“Yes,” Chuck announced to the ravenous crowd, “it’s three, like the number of holes you opened for my pleasure.”
His grip tightened, and he yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back. Her breasts pointing proudly towards the ceiling of the car a stark contrast against her flushed skin. She could feel the cool night air on her exposed ass, and the sensation sent another jolt of desire through her. He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing her ear.
“You’re going to come for me,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. “You’re going to come so hard that you’ll forget your own name.”
With a wicked grin, he slammed into her again, his cock ramming into her ass with a force that made her eyes water. He fucked her like she was a toy. His hands were everywhere, mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood at attention. His fingers found her clit, playing with it mercilessly, the pressure building until she thought she would explode. Karen’s muffled screams grew louder, her body writhing under his touch.
He could feel her tighten around him, her muscles spasming as she approached the peak of her orgasm. He leaned in, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck. With a savage grin, he slapped her ass again, watching the cheeks jiggle with each impact. Suddenly, he flipped Karen onto her back, her legs still splayed wide as he plunged back into her ass.
“Say it,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Say that you’re mine, that you will do anything for my cock.”
Her eyes fluttered open, a mix of fear and passion swirling in their depths. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, the words torn from her soul.
“I’m yours, Chuck,” she murmured. “I’ll do anything for your cock.”
As she said this, karen’s orgasm hit hard, her scream piercing as her ass spasmed on his cock. She was a writhing mess of pleasure, her cries echoing through the car and in the parking lot. Her eyes rolled back, mouth a silent ‘O’ of bliss, as her body was taken by the intense climax. Her body quivered beneath him, fully surrendered to the depth of his penetration.
Chuck leaned back, pulling out of Karen with a wet sound that made her gasp. He moved to the other side of the car opening the door, his cock still hard and gleaming with her juices. With a firm grip, he slid Karen on the backseat, her body on full display for the eager onlookers. He yanked her over so that her head was now out the open door, her legs spread wide and cum leaking out and staining the backseat. He smirked and started hitting her cheek with his cock.
“Open your mouth, slut,” Chuck ordered.
Karen’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, her mouth parting to accept his throbbing length. He pushed inside, the taste of her ass still lingering on his shaft. She choked and gagged, but he didn’t stop, his hips pistoning as he fucked her mouth with the same ruthlessness he had her other holes. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat of his climax approaching like a freight train. He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her still as he fucked her face with wild abandon.
Her eyes watered and her makeup ran in streaks down her cheeks, but she took it all, her mouth a wet, sloppy mess around his cock. He could feel her tongue desperately trying to keep up, to swirl around the head and coax him closer to the edge. It was a heady sensation, one that only heightened his arousal.
With a triumphant roar, Chuck pulled out, his cock pulsing with the need to release. He aimed it at her face, watching as the first rope of cum arced through the air and splattered against her cheek. Her eyes went wide with shock, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t try to move away.
Another jet of cum shot out, painting a white streak across her nose and mouth. Karen’s eyes remained locked on his, a mix of anger, humiliation that made his cock throb even more. He loved that look, the look of a woman who knows that she has served as his personal cum dumpster, while he finished emptying himself onto her breasts.
He stepped back, admiring the view as Karen’s chest heaved with each ragged breath she took. She was the epitome of used and discarded, and it was a sight that brought him immense satisfaction. He brought his cock to her hair. Karen’s eyes were wide with a mix of shock and anger, but she didn’t dare move as he used her hair to wipe off his shaft.
With a smirk, Chuck reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen illuminated, casting an eerie glow across her flushed cheeks and the sticky mess that was his cum. He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he angled the camera for the perfect shot.
“Look into the camera, Karen,” he instructed, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine.
The flash of his phone camera went off, capturing the moment of her ultimate degradation. Her makeup was smeared, her eyes red-rimmed with a mix of pain and pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream. The picture was a masterpiece, a visual representation of the power he held over her.
“Perfect,” Chuck murmured, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the image. He could already see it on the bar’s infamous “Wall of Fame,” alongside the other conquests he had claimed.
With a flick of his wrist, he slipped a small, white card between her breasts, the plastic edges digging into her sensitive skin.
Chuck murmured “I’m sure you’ll need this in the morning before you can return to your husband.”
Karen’s cheeks burned as she took the card, the cold plastic a stark reminder of the transaction they’d just completed. The idea of her husband finding out was mortifying, but something about the thrill of it all had her pulse racing.
“If I’m not at the cleaning center, just say it’s from Chuck’s, you’ll usually get 10% off.” He grinned. “It’s a little perk for my favorite customers.”
Karen looked down to see the words “Chuck’s Car Cleaning Services” emblazoned in bold blue letters, a cheeky grin playing on her lips despite the situation. The irony was not lost on her; she was a modern woman with a successful career, employing a maid to maintain her household, and here she was, being used by a man whose business was literally cleaning up. She felt a strange mix of humiliation and amusement, a sensation that was becoming all too familiar in Chuck’s presence.
Chuck looked down at Karen, sprawled across the car seat, her legs spread wide and trembling with the aftermath of their encounter. Cum leaked out of her pussy.
“Spread those pretty pink petals and let the world see how much you enjoyed being my little slut.” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
With trembling hands, she reached down, her fingers sliding into the mess that was once her dignity. She spread herself wide, displaying the evidence of her infidelity. Her pussy gaped open, the pink folds swollen and slick with their combined juices.
Robert’s heart felt like it was being torn out of his chest as he watched the scene unfold. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife, his Karen, being used like this, treated like a piece of meat for Chuck’s amusement. The sight of her, so open and exposed, so used and abused, made him feel humiliated and helpless.
“Look at you, Karen,” Robert heard Chuck say, his voice a mixture of amusement and disdain. “Look how easy it was for me to get you into this. But time flies too quickly when you’re having fun, no?”
He leaned back into the car, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You know what they say, a good time is like a good fuck – it’s over before you know it.”
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “But time is also money,” he said, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down her spine.
Karen’s voice quivered as she tried to play dumb. “What…what do you mean?” she squeaked, her eyes darting up to meet his, filled with a confusing blend of lust and fear.
“Oh, come now,” Chuck jeered, his tone thick with condescension. “You can play dumb all you like, but I’m sure you’ll have your husband eating out of your hand with all the dirty little secrets I taught you tonight.”
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “But, darling, I’m a businessman, not a charity case. For my top-notch training, I expect cold, hard cash. Unlike you, sperm won’t cut it for me.”
A smirk danced across his lips as he took in the throng of at least five patrons, the man with the bartender included, all male and visibly thrilled. “Don’t be sad, sweetheart, the night’s still young and it’s just getting started for you.” he jeered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because from what I see you’re going to be very busy when I’m gone. By the looks of it, you’re gonna have more dick to play with than a chick at a frat party.”
With a sadistic smile, Chuck announced to the rapt audience, his voice a taunt, “I’ve had my fill of her. But she’s still nice and warm, and I know you all could use a little taste.” He gestured to the crowd, a sea of eager faces. “Who’s next?”
“Ten dollars a pop, folks,” Chuck called out, his voice carrying over the eager murmurs of the bar’s patrons. “Get in line and take your turn with the night’s fresh meat.” He gestured to Karen, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Chuck leaned against the car, his eyes scanning the eager faces in the crowd. He called out again, his voice thick with challenge. “Ten bucks gets you a taste of this married slut’s sweet pussy.”
The men in the audience murmured among themselves, some reaching for their wallets with hungry looks in their eyes. Chuck knew they were all thinking about it, weighing the cost against the thrill of fucking another man’s wife, especially one as beautiful and obviously willing as Karen.
With a sigh, he zipped up his pants, his eyes never leaving Karen’s shaking form. He could see the fear in her eyes, the desperation, and it only made him harder. He had never felt more in control, more alive, than he did in moments like this.
He reached into the backseat, his hand grabbing the crimson fabric of Karen’s dress.
“Here,” he said, tossing the garment to the bartender, who caught it with a smirk.
“Your payment as always,” Chuck said with a wink.
The bartender stepped forward, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had seen this ritual before, had facilitated it many times. Her eyes flickered to the dress in her hand, a silent question.
“You could thank me,” Chuck said, his voice a smug purr. “For once, I didn’t wipe myself with it.”
The bartender’s smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth. “You always know how to make a girl feel special,” she said, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and greed.
“Alright, darling,” he said to Karen with a cruel smile, his voice filled with the power he wielded over her. “Don’t disappoint me old little red dress”
The bartender stepped closer, her eyes raking over Karen’s exposed body with a predatory glint. “Looks like you had quite the evening,” she said, her tone a mix of amusement and hunger. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll take good care of you.”
Karen’s eyes widened in terror as the first man, a burly man with a greasy smile, handed the bartender ten dollars in one hand, his other already unbuckling his belt. She reached over and took the money while Chuck finished getting dressed.
“I’m leaving,” Chuck said to the bartender as if Karen no longer exists. He took a drag from his cigarette, the tip burning a fiery ember in the dark. “She’s tired me out tonight, but I think she can still be used.”
The bartender smirked, her eyes glued to the man getting into Karen’s car. “Of course,” she purred, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness. ” Don’t worry and I think she’s just getting started.”
He nodded, his gaze lingering on Karen’s trembling form. “Good,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur that only the bartender could hear.
The bartender nodded, her smile never wavering. “You know me, Chuck,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “You know I use them to their maximum.”
“But remember, I want my cut,” he continued, his eyes never leaving the bartender’s. “And make sure she’s good for at least a hundred bucks before you send her back to her loving husband even if you reduce the price when she’s no longer fresh. And don’t forget to tell the customers to wipe their dicks with the seats, I have my other business to take care of.”
The bartender nodded, her smile predatory as she stepped closer to Karen, her hand brushing over her bare shoulder. “Don’t you worry, Chuck,” she purred. “I know exactly how to get the most out of these little whores. I’ll milk her for all she’s worth.”
“Eventually with her take as much as you can get,” Chuck said, his voice cold and unfeeling. “But don’t get too greedy. Remember, she’s got to be able to walk out of here.” He tapped the side of his nose with his index finger.
He walked over to his car, the keys jingling in his pocket. It was oddly parked right next to Karen’s, as if fate had conspired to bring them together in this sordid dance of lust and power.
“Good night, Karen,” he said, his voice a mockery of politeness. “See you next week if you want more.” He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the lot like a gunshot.
At the same time, Robert’s stomach churned as the first customer stepped forward. He handed over a crumpled bill, his eyes devouring Karen like she was a piece of meat on display at a butcher shop. The man’s rough hands grabbed Karen’s hips, his cock sliding into her with a sickening ease, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
The sight was like a punch to the gut for Robert, his world spinning out of control. He couldn’t believe that his sweet, innocent wife was now a public toy for these strangers to use. The crowd’s cheers grew louder, the sound of money changing hands punctuating the rhythmic slapping of flesh. Each man claiming his piece of Karen as if she were nothing more than a whore at a medieval tavern.
In the fog of his thoughts, he almost didn’t hear the barman’s lewd offer, her voice a taunt that echoed in the quiet recesses of Robert’s mind. “I told you Chuck knows how to share, and only for ten bucks,” the woman repeated, her grin widening as she held out her hand. “You can have a go, too. She’s quite the ride.”
The bartender’s gaze found his, a knowing glint in her eye as she took in the sight of his trembling hand, his wedding band glinting in the neon light of the bar’s sign. Understanding dawned on her face, a look that spoke volumes of the countless times she had seen this play out before. She knew the score, knew the game, and was all too eager to cash in on the misery of others. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the depth of Robert’s pain, a flicker of something that might have been pity if it weren’t for the greed that quickly overshadowed it.
Her smile grew wider, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Oh, darling,” she cooed, her voice a syrupy sweetness that made his skin crawl. “You didn’t tell me you were married.” She reached out a hand, her nails digging into his forearm as she leaned in closer.
“Be careful, Chuck has quite the taste for married pussy. It’s like a delicacy to him. But I’m sure yours is waiting for you at home.”