His hands came up to her throat and gripped her tight. This stranger brutishly possessed her as he used her body to satisfy his base craving for cunt;...his primal need to fuck. As he rammed in and out of her, penetrating her to her core, she realized that she was nothing more than a fuck toy, a hole to fuck, a cum bucket for this man’s pleasure. He needed her body to get off, he needed her pussy so he could cum. She meant nothing to him. She was nothing more than a whore for his pleasure. Those. He was tall good looking kind of swarthy with a olive skin complexion I thought what the heck if he blows me off I split and find another cock...So I slithered over and parked myself next to him ordered a drink and tried to look uninterested but he caught me looking at him through the bar mirror and smiled then he turned to me and said “Hello I'm Mr Three Foot!” I shook his hand and glanced at his feet nope he only had two so I guessed he was referring to his cock...Now guys exaggerate the size. I’d had to pee while he was fucking me; as the whipping went on I just emptied my bladder on the ground. He’d raised some pretty good welts on my ass so; the ride home was very uncomfortable. Not only could I feel the stripes and welts but I was leaking a lot of cum.When he took me out of the back seat, at my apartment, I was given a final warning, some more groping then told to get my ass home. I limped up the two flights of stairs to my apartment, locked the door behind me and called Jack. He. He again held me there tight against him till his cock fully went limp before he finally pulled it from my mouth. I also realized that he controlled this as he always held my head firmly and I had a mouthful so I couldn’t protest and I was getting a little frustrated when he finally pulled out. I was about to get up when I felt him place his hands on my shoulders and he told me, “You did wonderful again, thank you.” That made me feel guilty for what I was thinking and as one hand stayed on.