You lean in close, your lips next to my ear, your voice turns my blood to liquid fire that courses through my veins and pools low in my belly. You ask me if I'm ready, if I'm wet for you, because you can't wait any longer. My 'yes' is a shout in the silence. A collective sigh escapes those watching us, they're as eager for you to plough in to me as I am. Your hands release their hold, grab my hips and turn me around. You tell me to put my hands on the wall, to spread my legs wide. I can't see you, but I can feel you.
The heat of your body scorching my skin. Your arm snakes around my waist, then a hand darts between my legs. As your fingers slip in between the slicked lips of my pussy, and spread them open wide, your other hand guides your hard, throbbing dick to my entrance. At the first touch of cock against cunt, I can't help but push back, like an eager filly at the gate. I know I'm going to be ridden hard. I know it's going to hurt, that I'll stretch and tear, but I want it, I want to ache and know that you're responsible.
You hesitate. I know you're thinking the same - torn between easing in gently, and slamming balls deep on the first thrust. I make the decision for you - I start to beg, plead with you to please fuck me, to claim me as your bitch, to force every inch of your pulsing rock hard cock so deep inside me I taste you in my mouth. A deep growl in the back of your throat tells me I'm about to get what I want.
With one powerful thrust, I am impaled on 8" of velvet over steel. It hurts, I can't think straight, pain flares at every raw nerve - you're the first I've spread my legs for in a long time. No time to settle, to adjust, as one deep thrust after another has the fat mushroomed head of your dick slamming up against the entrance to my womb. The slap of skin on skin and ragged breath fills the room. And it's not just the sound of you fucking your bitch till she can't breathe, its the sounds of all those watching us, fisted hands a poor substitute for a hot tight cunt. The musky scent of sex and precum heavy in the air. Slowly, pleasure starts to replace pain, your expert fingers rub and pinch, strum at my swollen clit, dragging pleasure up from the base of my spine. It's an aching throb that has me clenching my pussy around you as pull out and pushing back hard to meet each upward stroke. I close my eyes and lean back against you, revel in the ecstasy of being so possessed.