Lucy Gets Used (3)

Lucy’s pale skin proved remarkably tough, barely reddening at the increasingly hard swipes of my hand. I began by spanking her gently, playfully, gradually building up to harder strokes, louder, enjoying the way she moaned and wriggled at the sting of my touch.

"Does that hurt?" I asked.

"Mmmmhmmm." Lucy was too deeply into the game at this point to say much.

"Do you think I care?"

"Uh uh..."

"Exactly. I don't care about your feelings. You're just a cunt and a mouth to me. If you don't like it, the door's that way. Go find some nice bloke to fuck. Maybe I'll phone up the advertising agency across the way and see if they have any nice blokes who'd like to have their turn when I'm done with you."

Her buttocks got a few more hard strikes. Then I paused for a moment, stroking the reddening skin, pulling her cheeks apart. "Whoever has the tenderest feelings will get to come in your ass. How about that?"

Lucy wiggled. I slid my thumb into her from behind, cupping the swell of her mons, avoiding any contact with her clit.

"It's time for you to make yourself useful. Bend over."