"Yes, Sir." Disha replied like an obedient whore and stepped wider on her high heels.
Grabbing her shoulders, Vikas pushed in hard and sank about half of his fat cock into her ass.
"Ah, god!" Disha cried out as the hard penetration caused pain deep inside her ass and knocked her breath out.
She wondered if anyone had heard her scream and looked towards the lighted part of the airport. There were a few people in the forex queue. One young guy looked like he was about to step into the tunnel, but the girl with him grabbed his elbow and pulled him back.
Vikas had seen the guy as well but he didn't stop. He moved his hips, in a slow circle and fucked Disha's ass, making her moan. She kept her hands on the vending machine glass window and bent lower giving him full access as she lined her ass up for his cock to claim. His hands moved over her smooth body and he grabbed her bare shoulders. Then keeping her in his grip, he moved his hips back and then pushed in harder until his cock was much deeper in her ass. Disha screamed again, but by now her anal canal was getting quite lubricated and the balance of pain and pleasure was tipping in favour of the pleasure.
She pushed back, hungry to have his cock take her fully. Vikas moved his hips back and forth and started to fuck her tight ass deeper with each thrust. Disha moaned with his thrusts and kept pushing back to take his throbbing hard cock as deep as possible. She could feel his thick rod stirring her bowels as he fucked her incredibly deep. Her body was even hotter than before and she was not even bothered if anybody could hear her screams. She just closed her eyes and wallowed in the wonderful feeling of being utterly and thoroughly claimed.
As his cock reached deeper and deeper in her ass, Disha could feel her body getting more and more excited. When Vikas lifted one hand and slapped her bare ass, the stinging pain from his stroke added to her excitement. He continued to drill her ass hard and as he stuffed all of his long, massive shaft fully deep into her ass and his balls slapped her pussy, Disha came with a loud guttural scream. She clawed the glass and tried to keep herself upright but her pussy was pumping out cunt juices like a geyser and she could feel her whole body trembling under Vikas' expert pounding.
Her knees bent as the tingling currents flooded her body from head to toe. She straightened her legs and again her knees buckled with Vikas' next thrust into her ass, jamming his pulsing, hard beast ruthlessly deep into her ass. He was spanking her ass regularly, alternating on which ass cheek to hit, and Disha could feel each slap cause an aftershock in her body.
It was a long and hard orgasm which left her completely breathless. But she was happy that his cock was still inside her and drilling her ass. His strokes were keeping her body warm even after the orgasm and she could feel fresh currents rising deep in the centre of her body. He moved his hands from her shoulders and grabbed her hot, bare tits.
Disha moaned loudly. Her erect, hardened nipples were buzzing with sexual excitement and as they rubbed on his calloused palms, the fresh sensations almost made her cum on the spot. He kneaded her big, soft tits hard in his strong hands as he fucked her ass. Disha felt like there were two centres of generating electric sensations in her body one, where Vikas' cock was drilling her ass and the other where his hands were kneading her soft tits ruthlessly. Both the currents were mixing together and drowning her body in so much desire and pleasure that she was almost out of her mind and entirely at his mercy.
Vikas kissed her neck just below her jaw line and whispered in her ear "Who is my whore, Disha?"
"I am your whore, baby." Disha moaned quickly, her surrender evident in her breathless voice.
He lifted one hand and slapped her breast. The soft, heavy breast bounced from his blow and Disha yelped. Her nipple buzzed with the rush of blood.
"Are you?" He said and slapped her other breast this time "Are you my whore?"
Disha's eyes teared up at the pain his hand caused in her tits, but her body was so intoxicated with sexual chemicals that even pain was translating as pleasure.
"Yes, baby." She whispered "I am completely your whore." She was not just saying that either. She knew it in her mind that he could make her do anything. He was in control and she was in his power.
"What that does mean, Disha?"
He squeezed both tits until she yelped with the pain then he left them completely. The blood that had rushed to her tits, rushed back and the vibrations that she felt from her nipples and sensitive tits made her cry out in pleasure. She came so hard that her knees buckled and she could not get control back. She would have fallen down if she weren't completely in his control. His long, hard cock stuffed up her ass kept her upright and he grabbed her tits, holding her close in front of him.
With her pussy pumping out such copious amounts of juices, Disha wondered if she was turning into an anal whore. These orgasms were closer together and more intense than her orgasms when he was fucking her cunt. 'If I am an anal whore, I am his anal whore.' She thought as she tried to keep her balance by grabbing the glass front of the vending machine and pushed back on Vikas' thrusting cock.
Once the orgasm that was ravaging her body subsided, she remembered that he had asked her something. But she could not remember was it was. His throbbing cock was still drilling her ass and her brain had turned to mush. She couldn't focus on any thought except that she wanted him to keep fucking her, harder and faster, again and again.
She asked "What did you ask, baby?"
He slapped her breast, eliciting a scream from her "I asked," he slapped the other breast, just as hard, causing another scream "what does it mean that you are my whore?"
"It means," she tried to breathe so she could focus enough to talk "that I am your whore, baby, I will do whatever you tell me. You can use me any time you want, anywhere you want, any way you want."
"Mmmm, good," he said as he continued to knead her tits while he fucked her ass hard and deep "you are a good whore."
"Thank you, baby." She moaned, her body getting hotter very quickly "Own me, baby. Please keep me as your whore."
He didn't reply. Instead he grabbed her neck and pressed her cheek to the dusty glass. He held her there firmly in his grip as he pushed hard and crushed her whole body against the front of the vending machine. His cock was pounding her ass, slamming her young, tight body into the machine. Her body was flush with the front of the vending machine now and she could feel herself trapped between the heavy machine and his powerful thrusts, her tight, small ass taking the force of his rough, ruthless strokes.
Disha opened her eyes and looked into the distance where the forex counter was. There were about 10-15 people in the queue. Everybody in the queue was looking towards her. She was fairly certain they could not see her here deep in the almost fully dark tunnel but she felt like they were looking right at her as she was getting her ass demolished by this handsome stranger. She came. Incredibly hard.
This orgasm was hotter and rougher than all the others before and Disha could feel it like a tsunami drowning her from the inside out, taking her body, her mind and drowning her very soul. But the waves in this tsunami were waves of unbelievable pleasure and Disha's screams were loud and carefree. This time she was sure that everybody could hear her. They would know she was getting her ass fucked in the airport corridor by a stranger. Like a whore. She was getting her ass pounded like a whore. Out in the public. Her expensive dress hiked up over her ass and his massive dick reaming her ass like she was nothing but a cheap whore. Her pussy throbbed and her next orgasm started as a new peak right from the peak of the last one.
She was breathless and helpless as she came so hard that her whole body was out of her control. She was squirming on the glass under his grip and even though her legs had given way, she was not going anywhere because he was crushing her against the glass and making her his whore. She knew very well that there was nothing she could do. He wanted her as his whore and he was going to have her as his whore. His cock was breaking her and destroying her completely so he could bend her to his will. She was nothing but a fucktoy for him to use and she would happily submit to his use whenever he signalled. She knew that well and she accepted it fully. She became his whore and surrendered her body completely for his use.
Her body was still extremely turned on but the orgasm itself slowly started to calm down. It was such an amazing high that Disha wanted another one. She pushed her ass back to take his cock deeper into her ass and found that she could not move her ass. He had her pinned down against the vending machine so firmly that she was completely helpless. He would use her as he wanted and she was just his whore who would have to accept it.
Then his strokes got even harder and with each stroke, the vending machine moved along with Disha's body. The front legs of the machine left the floor as he jammed his brutal cock deep into her ass and fucked her anal canal so deep like he was moulding her around his meaty, veiny shaft. When he pulled back, the machine dropped back on to the floor, making a loud noise. This time she was one hundred percent sure that the people in the forex could clearly hear the loud rhythmic noise. She was getting her ass claimed and owned within public hearing even if not fully in public view. Disha's pussy exploded with a fury that made every muscle in her body clench at the same. She arched her back and let her pussy spew out her hot cum making a puddle.
