The room smelled like sweat and cheap whiskey when he shoved her against the wall. Jenna was the kind of girl who turned heads in any bar—tight black dress hugging her round ass, long legs in heels, dark hair falling over her shoulders—but tonight she wasn’t in control. He had her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, the other already yanking her dress up over her hips.
“You’ve been holding it all night like a good little slut,” he growled against her ear. “Now you’re gonna let it out while I fuck you.”
Jenna’s face burned. She had been desperate for hours, clenching hard after he made her drink that huge glass of prune juice at dinner and then refused to let her use the bathroom. Her belly was tight and swollen, cramps rolling through her in waves. Every time she moved, the urge hit stronger. She tried to twist away, but his grip was iron.
“Please,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I can’t—”
“You can and you will.” He spun her around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and ripped her panties down. His cock was already hard, thick and hot as he rubbed it between her cheeks. “Push for me. Right now.”
She shook her head, but her body betrayed her. A low cramp seized her gut and she felt the first thick log start to crown against her will. The pressure was unbearable. He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole at the same time, forcing her to open around both.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed. “Let it come out while I’m inside you.”
Jenna moaned, half humiliation, half raw need. The log pushed out slow and heavy, stretching her, smearing warm and soft against his shaft as he thrust forward. The filth coated him instantly, making every stroke slicker and dirtier. He didn’t stop. He drove deeper, using the mess she was making as lube, grunting every time another inch slid out of her and onto him.
She couldn’t stop it now. The second log followed, longer, coiling against her thighs and his balls as he fucked her harder. The smell rose thick and earthy between them. He reached under her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles while she kept pushing.
“More,” he ordered. “Empty that hot little ass on my cock.”
Jenna’s knees buckled. Another wave came, softer, almost liquid, splattering down her legs and his. The sensation of being fucked through her own shit sent a sick, twisted jolt of pleasure straight to her cunt. She was dripping wet despite herself. He slammed in deeper, the wet squelch of filth and precum filling the room.
He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back on the bed, legs spread wide. Her dress was bunched at her waist, ass and thighs streaked brown. He shoved back inside her pussy this time, pounding the mess deeper into the sheets while his thumb pressed against her still-twitching asshole.
“Look at the mess you made,” he said, voice rough. “Such a filthy hot girl. Keep going.”
She couldn’t hold anything back anymore. A final gush escaped her, warm and runny, soaking the bed under her ass while he fucked her cunt raw. The orgasm hit without warning, sharp and shameful, her walls clenching around him as she came. He followed seconds later, pumping thick ropes of cum into her while the last of her accident oozed out around his fingers.
When he finally pulled out, he smeared his dirty cock across her stomach, marking her. Jenna lay there panting, legs trembling, the air heavy with the scent of sex and shit. He leaned down, kissed her hard, and whispered, “Next time you’ll do it on my face.”
She didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes, still throbbing, still messy, already wondering how soon “next time” would be.
