“That’s it baby, come all over my dick.” He ordered her. “Come all over it.” Buffy didn’t disobey. The orgasm rocked her body and she came hard and deep. It was the good kind that left you feeling orgasmic for hours. She opened her mouth to scream but it was a silent scream. The orgasm seemed to last forever. She lost herself in. Everything faded away at that moment. It was a momentary escape, but it was all she needed.
After the orgasm she sort of fell limp onto the trashcan, but the man didn’t stop his assault on her. He continued to fuck her now listless body. Using her like some sort of fuck doll.
“I’m coming baby,” he groaned. He began a quick series of thrusts that ended with him pulling his cock out and spraying his white come across her ass and back. Buffy could feel it. The warm and sticky fluid. She felt it splash against her ass and drip down. It formed a small puddle on the small of her back.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCK YES!” the man yelled as he came. He looked down at the mess he had made all over Buffy’s petite bottom as the passion of the moment began to subside. Reality began to shift back into view.
Without words Buffy and the man both began to dress. Buffy pulled her panties up, and felt the sticky mess the cloth made against her skin. She didn’t care though. She looked back to see the man dressing hastily.
“Thanks for pussy baby. Maybe I’ll see you around here again eh?” He voiced as if he was embarrassed to say it. He gave her a half-hearted kiss on the cheekd and stumbled back into the bar.
“Don’t count on it,” Buffy muttered to herself. She zipped her jeans up and sighed. She was still buzzing from the alcohol and it combined with the mild afterglow made her feel almost happy. That was the point really.
She walked down the alley in no hurry at all. Another day was done. Tomorrow would be a new one. Every morning could be a fresh beginning. Every night a violent end. Things could always change. “Hopefully for the better,” she thought to herself.