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Troubled Tramp

As I leave the bathroom I gasp at the aching in my rear hole
I met Marcus earlier this evening and knew he was going to fuck me
Suddenly some grabs me and throws me over his broad shoulder
With out so much of a glance I know it's Peter
Back in our private room he pulls my dress from my body
I stare up at him with desire and fear I've never seen him this way before
"So my shy little girlfriend likes to be some little whore."
I cringe as I see him bring out the whip and punishment is near
Hands cuffed behind my back and ass once again up in the air
"Please Peter, I'm sorry." Is all I can say for myself
He chuckles as he lubes the handle of the whip with an evil grin
A sick feeling comes over me as I realize what he gonna do to me
"My little whore likes having thing shoved up her dirty ass." He smiles
Then starts shoving the handle against my sore puckered hole
I cry out as it's streatches wider than before in the club restroom
He forces it in and out hard as his thumb rubs my swollen clit
I cry out in pain and pleasure unaware of the camera behind me
I didn't know Peter had this dominant scary side
"You cheat on me I'm gonna expose this cunt to the world." He laughs
Forcing the handle faster and harder until my legs give out as I climax
Harder than before with Marcus my pussy clenches back and forth
My  eyes blur with tears as my ass is worn raw from all the attention
"Please! Please! I can't take it anymore."
Peter slaps my ass hard and a crimson hand print appears
Again and again and again and again and again
Spank after spank he punishes my petite ass
Until I have no more streangth I lay limp against the bed
Removing the handle he chuckles as I sigh of relief
"Remember Lexi, you and your body belong to me." He growls
Then marches out the door with a bang
I gasp knowing one thing for sure I need to find Marcus he's the man I want

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