Rust uses his teeth to tug off one glove and drops it on the counter. His rough fingers send shivers over my legs as he flips up my skirt. He pushes the shotgun into the waistband of my panties, using the barrel to pull them down over my thighs.
“Spread yourself for me. Show me how wet you are from polishing my boots with your tongue.”
Slipping on my slick skin, I part my sex. Rust lets out a feral noise as he strokes along my slit and I almost come undone from the brief touch.
He holds up his hand, the tips of his fingers glistening with my essence, showing my lustful shame to everyone. “Would you look at that, folks. Seems the innocent face and cute freckles hide a dirty masochist.”
I feel eyes drifting over my body like the pricks of needles. Though the hostages can’t see my pussy from where they stand, I feel exposed. Embarrassed. But my inner walls still clench, aching to be filled by the man humiliating me.
“Do you wanna get your pussy stuffed by my fat cock, Red?” Rust asks.
I make a pathetic sound between a moan and a whine.
I always liked the idea of public sex, but as a celebrity, living out that fantasy wasn’t an option. It is now. Knowing I’m about to get fucked by my masked ex-husband in front of a bunch of strangers sends me into a tailspin of unrivaled lust.
“Your tongue worked just fine when you shined my boots, woman. Say it.” His palm lands hard on my naked ass. It burns like fire and I yelp. “Beg.”Smack.“For.”Smack.“My.”Smack.“Dick.”
My ass throbs and I choke back tears. “Please, ruin me with your big cock,” I whimper.
I hear his belt buckle and zipper before his girthy cock impales me without warning. An ache rolls through me. Damn, it hurts so good.
“This pretty cunt is tight,” Rust groans. He pumps his hips at a brutal pace, the sound of my wetness getting louder and louder with each thrust. “Do you like an audience, Red?”
I flutter around him, almost past the point of no return. The ability to speak has left me entirely. All I can do is take his dick.
Rust chuckles. “When I asked her that, she squeezed my cock like she’s about to come. It means she loves that y’all are watchin’…” He strokes my hair, his other hand keeping the shotgun aimed at the hostages. “And I know y’all like seein’ her get fucked, too.”
Shocked, I realize he’s right. These people are getting off on seeing me get fucked by a masked robber.
One of the men has a hand in his pocket, moving back and forth. The boyfriend of the couple has an obvious erection, clearly visible through the outline of his grey sweatpants and his girlfriend subtly grinds against his leg. Next to them, the waitress bites her lip, clenching her thighs.
This situation is repulsive and dehumanizing and—oh fuck, it’s so hot I can’t hold back my orgasm much longer.
“Tell ‘em, Red. Tell these folks to watch you come on my thick cock,” Rustdrawls.
I can barely get a word out as he ruts into me. “Fuck, this feels so good! Please watch me come!”
Rust spanks my ass again and fireworks burst under my skin.
Neon lights cross my vision. My ears pop as his cock throbs deep inside my belly. Wave after wave of his hot cum spills into me while I ride my own high.
Rust’s withdrawal leaves an almost painful emptiness behind. He pulls up my panties. “Turn around. Clean my cock with your mouth.”
Exhausted, I slide from the stool and kneel before him, feeling his cum paint my thighs. I take his cock in my hand and slide it into my mouth, sucking our mixed essences off him.
We taste so good together.
Rust hisses and lightly slaps the side of my face. “Easy. Easy. That’s better.” He hums in pleasure. “As much as I’d like to play more of this fun game, it’s time to go. Zip me up, Red.”
I dress him and he holds out a hand, tugging me to a stand.
“Do y’all have a room with no windows that can be locked?” he asks as he puts on his glove.
The flustered waitress points shyly to a room by the kitchen.
“Red, open the door and take the key. Hostages, y’all get in there,” he orders.
I do as he says and he waves the shotgun, urging the group to move faster. When they’re stuffed inside the tiny room full of shelves, he clicks his tongue. “Try not to tear each other’s clothes off, alright? Or do if you wanna. You’re all adults.”
