Despite your struggles, he manages to drag you into the back room, and tosses you onto the battered couch that was crammed in there. You try to sit up, but he pushes you down, and with a quick tug, pulls your shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Your bra gets a similar treatment, and you glare at him, tears in your eyes, and he just grins, undoing his jeans, and pulling out his cock.
“Now, be a good whore for me will you?” He says, shoving his seven inch cock into your face. You stubbornly keep your mouth shut. He sighs, before wrapping a hand around your throat, dragging you onto the floor, before leaning on close. “Now, you’re going to do what I want you to do, or I’ll knock you out, and fuck you then. Maybe even invite a few friends.” He growls.
His hand loosens, and you gasp for air, which allows him to shove his cock in. You choke and gag as he rams it right into the back of your throat. He moans, and starts pounding away, heedless of your struggles, or the fact that you can barely breathe. He grabs the sides of your head, forcibly tilting it back and continues pounding away, faster and harder than before, ignoring your muffled cries.
“Already… damn, alright bitch, here it comes!” Your eyes widen as he slams his crotch into your face, ramming as much of his cock in as he can, which is all of it, and you whimper as you feel his cock pulsate, hot cum feeling like fire as it shoots into your stomach. He stays there for what feels like an eternity, before pulling out, leaving you to cough, before throwing up onto the floor.
You glare at him. He just smiles, and to your horror, his softening cock starts to harden again. “Now, what should I do next?” A small dribble of precum falls from the tip.