Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

don’t you go find yourself another whore, if you’re not done?”
    I could hear the smile in his reply, “Evie, I want to know if you liked watching me with that whore.”
    Shame filled me. I knew what he would find inside of my panties.
    He let go of my body slightly and arched my ass up with his other hand. He pulled my underwear to the side, dipping his finger between my lips. I felt him slipping in the wetness there, the wetness caused by my watching him fuck someone else.
    He moaned when he discovered my shameful secret. “I had a feeling, what I might find.”
    I hated that he was pleased by the perverse thing I had done, and proud of the things he had made me like, and want. My body was trembling in frozen delight, waiting for the fingers inside of me to move.
    But they didn’t. He kept them there, completely still and began kneading my ass with his other hand.
    My hips tried to rotate against him to try to force him to move, but he pressed me back down with his free hand.
    When I stopped moving, he lifted my shirt up to my shoulders. He planted hot kisses along my back ribs and spine, still not moving his fingers.
    My breath picked up, my body was ready to convulse. His kisses lowered to my ass cheeks. He dragged my underwear between the cheeks.
    His words on the plane about fucking my ass started to play over and over in my head. He wouldn’t, would he? I would fight him to the death on it. No matter what.
    I jumped when I felt his teeth on my ass. He bit, not hard but enough to make me tense.
    “Relax,” he spoke softly and then bit again.
    I didn’t like the biting, I wanted the fucking but he refused to do the thing I wanted.
    He murmured sweetly to my ass cheeks, “You liked watching me, didn’t you?” His breath caressed my skin.
    I shook my head, “No.”
    He jerked his finger inside my pussy. I cried out into the carpet as he thrust, pumping his fingers in and out.
    He stopped just as I was about to orgasm.
    “You liked watching me fuck her. Say it.”
    I shook my head but I couldn’t speak. The sounds that threatened to leave my lips, were not words.
    Sweat started to form on my brow.
    “You want me to let you cum, Evie?”
    I trembled, near tears but never spoke a word.
    “Then, you say it.” His voice was no longer a whisper in the dark. He was commanding me.
    My weakened voice quivered when I tried to speak, “N-n-no.”
    He slowly dragged his fingers from me, but when he was just at my opening, he thrust back in. He held them there momentarily before repeating. On the third time I shouted, “I LIKED IT! FUCK YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
    His hand instantly picked up in speed. He inserted a second finger, stretching me and pumping rhythmically. I gripped the shag carpet, crying into it as my entire body went pins and needles, and then burst into orgasmic flames. Beads of sweat covered every inch of me. He pumped until the twitching stopped. I was about to sigh and possibly cry a little, when he lifted me off the floor, flipping me over. He laid me on the billiards table, spreading my legs and burying his face between them.
    He licked my swollen slit in flicks and sucks, starts and stops. I felt his tongue enter me as his fingers rubbed my clit. He sat up, slapping my pussy a few times softly. I was startled by it at first, but then the vibration was nice, I had no idea.
    Just as I was getting into the groove of the soft slaps, he would replace his hand with his mouth, and begin the licking again. I could feel the second orgasm building as he flipped me over, dragging me back down so I was bent over the table. My feet barely touched the ground. He slapped my ass hard. My legs being spread as far as they were, made the vibration tingle everywhere.
    I gasped as he crawled a hand up my back, nestling it at the base of my head, and pulled my hair. He lifted my head up and spanked again. I cried out. I wanted it to be a cry from pain but it was not.
    “You going to let that little fucker touch you again?” he asked menacingly.
    I didn’t know what he meant. “The fat man?” Who else had touched me?
    He spanked and pulled harder, “That young man.”
    Coop.
    I shook my head, struggling against the hair pulling, “He never touched me.”
    I heard his belt rustle, making my eyes bug out. Was he going to whip me with the belt?
    Instead of a lash, his cock entered me hard.
    His hand left my head and planted on my hips. He gripped my skin, like he had hers. He pulled my ass back,