I stumbled into the dimly lit dive bar, exhausted from a long shift bartending at the local pub. The place was packed with old men, their eyes following me as I made my way to the bar. I was just looking for a quick drink to unwind before heading home.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the little slut who broke my son’s heart,” a gruff voice called out from a nearby table. I recognized him instantly – it was the father of my ex-boyfriend, Jonathan.
I ignored him, focusing on the bartender as I ordered a martini. But the old man wasn’t finished with me yet.
“You think you’re too good for my boy, huh? Cheating on him with who knows how many men,” he sneered, stumbling over to the bar. “I bet you’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? Always have been, always will be.”
His words stung, but I refused to let him see how much they hurt. I downed my drink and turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Not so fast, slut. You think your actions don’t have consequences,” he growled, dragging me towards the door. I struggled against him, but he was too strong. He locked the door and turned to face me, a cruel smile twisting his lips.
“Boys, gather ’round,” he called out to his friends. “It’s time to teach this little bitch a lesson.”
My heart raced as the men surrounded me, their eyes filled with lust and cruelty. I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The old man grabbed me by the hair, bent me over the bar, and hiked up my skirt. I felt his hands on my thighs, roughly parting them. I whimpered as he tore off my panties, exposing me to the leering faces of his friends.
“Look at that little cunt,” he said, his fingers probing my dry entrance. “Bet it’s already broken in with all the cocks it’s had.”
I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he thrust two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out. The men laughed and jeered, their comments growing more vulgar with each passing second.
“Please,” I begged, “Don’t do this.”
But the old man just laughed, spitting on my back as he unbuckled his belt. “Shut up, slut. You’re going to take what’s coming to you.”
He forced his cock in my pussy, groaning as he buried himself deep inside. I groaned, my body struggling to accommodate his size. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting with each thrust.
“Look at her face,” one of the men said, snapping a photo with his phone. “She loves it, don’t you, whore?”
I shook my head, but the old man just laughed. “She’s just getting started,” he said, pulling out of me and slapping my ass hard.
He spread my red ass cheeks apart and rammed his cock into my ass, making me scream. The men cheered him on, their voices blending into a sickening chorus of encouragement.
“Fuck her in the ass, man! Show her what being a slut really feels like!”
I whimpered more as he pounded into me, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d be bruised. He fucked me harder and faster, his grunts growing louder as he neared his climax.
“Take it, you fucking whore,” he snarled, slamming into me one last time. I felt him twitch inside me as he came, filling my ass with his hot seed.
He pulled out of me, wiping his cock on my ass cheek. I caught my breath, shaking and trembling, as he zipped up his pants and turned to his friends.
“Who’s next?” he asked, a cruel smile on his face.
The men crowded around me, their hands groping and probing, too many to fight off. They took turns using me, using my body for their own twisted pleasure.
By the time they were finished, I was a mess with their cum dripping out of both my holes. The old man unlocked the door and tossed me out onto the street, laughing as he slammed it shut behind me.
I stumbled home, my body aching and my heart racing. The old man had been right – once a slut, always a slut. And now, everyone in that dive bar knew it too.
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