• Premise: Karma for her snooty attitude towards her fellow locals
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [First Person] [Female POV] [Rough] [Humiliation] [Voyeurism] [Forced Creampie] [Class Warfare]
• Note: For context, refer to Part 1 of the story. Do give me your feedback, thanks.

I shiver when he gets behind me - He is now leaning behind the wall as I lean on him. My body can't help it but any sparks of stimulation went straight to my nethers as his rough hands caresses my body, paying particular attention to my clit and pussy.

"You married?"

I shake my head.

"Got boyfriend?"

I shake my head as well. Career comes first, I always tell myself. Sure, I engage in a beauty regimen to put on a good physical appearance while always reminding myself to sport that smile that can hopefully charm potential clients, but it is always professional. There's not a single local man in my social circle I find worthy of my attention - either plain average, low class, crude, or all of the three. Outside of that, big wigs around me are usually already married or snatched up, and I really don't want fellow locals to call me a slut for dating rich wealthy foreigners.

"Why no boyfriend? You too good for us is it?"

I am sensing that taunt in his tone, and I shake my head, hoping to please him so he can let me go.

"Your name is big titty, right?" He sternly remarks.

My face still red from that last masturbation session, I pause as I ponder at that line. That isn't a question he's asking. I slowly nod my head in submission.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Catheri... My name is big titty," the last two words came out at really a low volume. It's so hard to bring those words out of my mouth.

"I cannot hear you," he calls out, pinching my nipples as he does so.

"My name is big titty!" I cry out loud, my tears streaming at the humiliating self-insult.

"Good. You fuck before?" He asks as he continues stimulating my nipple with one hand while another slides downwards. This atmosphere, however intimidating, is making me realize my pussy is moistening again as his hand cups it.

I nod. It's true. Casual one night stand back in my university days. Never again.

"Big titty suck cock before?"

He laughs at my shaking head.

"Good time to learn then." He brusquely pushes me onto my knees, making me yelp as his cock slaps onto my face.

Good god. Until now I wasn't even aware that he had undressed himself while I was masturbating. Men, always ready at attention whenever sex is involved. I stare at it, not knowing what to do. I mean, I seen porn videos of blowjobs, but the actual physical action? I'm really not familiar with at all.

"I don't-"

"Suck, bitch," he growls as he grabs my neck as if he's threatening to choke me. The guy still has a gun somewhere with him right? I better obey him.

I want to close my eyes when I start engulfing that thick dick with my mouth, but he commands me to open my eyes and look up.

I stare upwards into his face, the darkness still obscuring it. He grins, his hand firmly guiding my head as I swallow his cock. I admit I am still clumsy, but slowly with his pointers, I manage to stimulate him until I struggle to fit his entire length in my mouth. I heard and seen deep-throating videos but I don't want to try that. The stranger isn't giving me an option here though, and I gag painfully, his full length penetrating my poor throat, my nose smashing into his public hair. He leaves me no mercy and no breath for several seconds until I start slapping his thigh in desperation, upon which he pulls out, making me cough my saliva out.

"Please, I can't take this anymore, take my purse, my phone, anything, just leave me alone!" I cry out, my eyes red from the tears streaming.

"You funny girl, I always pay girl to fuck me, now you say you want to pay me?" he laughs.

"Looks like you don't like sucking cock," he muses before continuing, "Maybe you like this!"

He positions me on my fours with my ass pointing out. He gets behind me and grabs my hips. From the start till now I have been trying to avoid that thought in my mind, but now there's no longer any doubt about his intentions.

I protest softly, knowing well he won't listen either way. His huge cock slips relatively easily into my lubricated pussy. He slowly pushes in until his prong stretches me fully. My head just hangs down in defeat and shame. At least he isn't making it painful for me. But the brief respite is just that - brief and it ends quickly as he begins his brutal strokes, pushing in and out with almost his full length. Despite the discomfort of his huge cock completely abusing my pussy, my breathing grows shallow as the sensations flood back into my nether regions. I can't believe it; I'm in an old whorehouse enjoying sex with a complete stranger!

To make that worse, in the midst of this unwelcome love-making, I am hearing additional voices in front of me.

"New girl? Wow."

I yelp in surprise, looking up to see a leering smile from a gaunt face with his hair partially dyed in gold, peeking through the entrance of this room. Seemingly in his 40s, this guy looks like some immature hooligan who had yet to grow up.

Another laughing face pops up at the entrance.

"The last house close up shop just now, hurry up!" Looks like these two men are friends of the stranger banging me now, and aren't going to rescue me. I groan in dismay.

"She got one tight pussy!" The guy behind me moans, clearly doing his best to make me feel like his whore.

"Don't look... please." I plead hard while getting rammed hard behind me. Besides picking between enduring the lascivious stares from the two, or just looking down at the floor, I can do nothing else.

And indeed I am forced to continue in front of the two. Amidst the many encouraging remarks thrown in my way as they urge us both to finish, I am aware the pleasure is taking over me yet again. Several minutes have passed... This... this feeling. My eyes go wide. I never felt it before, never with my countless nights over the last 10 odd years with my fingers. My mind is becoming foggy as the euphoria takes over. He's riding me to cloud nine! I don't care that I don't even know the name of this guy, I don't care that my hands and feet are now smudged with the dirt and dust from the unmaintained floor of this shophouse. His moans may as well be that of mine, as our cries feed off each other.

"Say you like my cock!" He cries as he grabs my neck.

"I love your cock! Fuck me!" And so comes the reply I am obliged to make. I may regret walking in this district, but more than that, I regret ever thinking less of these big dumb guys who make less money than I do.

"Ooi, just give it to her, cum in her!"

And that last line from the onlookers reminds me of something terrible I have yet to consider. Since I have no plans for sex, I never took any form of birth control. This stranger is now screwing me bareback and I don't even know if this is the most dangerous time in my cycle. And yet, his thrusts are so brutal, so increasing in intensity and speed that I can barely breathe as I make my last request for mercy...

"Please... Ah... Don't cum... Ah... In me!"

"You love my cock, you want my cum, you..." He stops responding as he starts plowing furiously like a mad man possessed. I know what that means.

I panic, yet at the same time I feel my own long-craved climax approaching.

"Ahhh... No... Ahhh... Ahhh... D-Don't cum in me!" I manage to force out my pleas in one long cry as my orgasm hits.

My attacker's harsh grunts follow my cry as I can feel his spasming cock, twitching and pulsing, filling me with his hot load of spunk. The prostitutes here don't even allow that! But as much as I hate the implication, the animal in me loves it. My head rises up with my very next cry - one of pure ectasy. My mind feels nothing else but that as my entire body shudders from this intense experience. Completely brain-fried, my body slumps down onto the floor.

When my senses recover, my lover is already dressed up and ready to leave with his two companions. I meekly ask where my clothes are.

"Don't worry, shophouses in this road all closed already, I scatter your clothes around the road so you need to go pick up. We got time to run then," the three of them each are holding one or two articles of my clothing. I blush, looking away as I remember that I just climaxed in front of them.

"Oh ya, you stupid girl big titty, think I really got gun and do everything I ask you to do. Best freebie for me!" This cracks up the two other guys around as they laugh at my misfortune and idiocy.

"Good bye!" And with that, the trio dashes off, disappearing into the night.

My knees are sore from the rough treatment he gives me, making me stagger onto my heels as I creep out of the shophouse to find my clothes. They are indeed scattered around the road as promised, along with my bag. Yet I can't find my bras and panties. There's no time to think about that now: My face must be red as a beetroot when I spot a couple of young women step out of an adjacent whorehouse for a break. They stare at me briefly before breaking out into laughter, causing me to run back into the other old shophouse to get dressed and ready to get the hell out of this place.

And this is my story where I leave the red light district with even less dignity than the prostitutes I used to disparage - dishevelled, bra-less, and panty-less!

THE END