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The smell of smoke, strong liquor, and burnt wood fill the air of the last drop, the day coming to an end as Sevika wins yet another round of poker. Her grin growing stronger has her pockets fill, and her fellow players on the verge of tears. This is her usual routine when she’s not working a job for the boss, kick it back in the last drop, rob some people of their hopes and dreams through their wallets, and end the night with some fun.
“Tough luck boys, cough it all up.” Sevika chuckles out, her cigarette twitching between her lips.
One by one the men drop their money onto the wooden table, one hoping that Sevika won’t notice he’s short. Rising to his feet he nods his head as a goodbye and turns to leave. A mistake. If he wanted to leave unharmed he made a terrible choice deciding to rip of Silco’s number one. The moment his back turned, his ponytail was being pulled and his face met with the coins that he threw onto the table moments ago.
“You really think you can outsmart me? Some wimpy lowlife like you thinks he can come in here, toss a few coins and get away with it?” The larger woman says above him.
“P-PLEASE! I- I’LL-” He tries to get out but is quickly stopped as his face meets with her boot, a cracking sound comes right after. With one stare in his direction the sad looking man scrambles out the doors and into the night.
“Thieram! Scotch.” She shouts as she walks over to the bar, the person sitting in her usual spot leaving as soon as they hear her get close. The burn of the drink going down at once feels good to her, soothing almost. She wastes no time asking for another. Feeling content with tonight's games, Sevika decides she deserves a little reward. So with that thought in mind she rises from her seat and leaves the building.
A wave of comfort washes over her as she reaches her destination, the smell of lavender and honey filling her nose right away. The deep red and purple tones illuminate everything around her as she walks down the halls, her anger from before melting away with every step. She can feel the eyes on her as she passes each private room, normally people wear masks to conceal their identity, But not her. They know who she is, and she couldn’t give two shits.
Making her way around the corner her hand makes its way up, moving the beaded curtain out of the way for her to enter. Huh? Her eyebrows knit together as she focuses on a figure sitting in her private room, on her couch.
“Out. Now.” She barks out as the other soul in the room jumps at the sudden voice.
She knew the figure wasn’t a man but, shit. Worried hazel eyes snap to hers, the fear she evoked in them making her grin on the inside. They clearly don’t belong here, the lost look says just that. Before Sevika thinks about saying anything her eyes drag up and down their body so harshly, it’s as if she was really touching them. Dark purple silk covers their body, a tiny dress barely covering their ass. Maybe a new hire? No, she would know about it.
“Speak up, pretty thing. Who gave you permission to stay in my private room?”
The nameless figure tenses up at that question, clearly not wanting to answer. Sevika has a few options. Throw them out, force them to talk, or…
“Did someone send you? Because I will find out if that’s the case.” She threatens now standing in front of them.
“No- No one sent me, I just. I needed somewhere to stay tonight, and some woman who works here said I could stay if I keep my head down.” They quickly say, head down. Sevika’s eyes turn into slits, not fully buying it. She removes her jacket and throws it onto the velvet indigo couch to the right of the room.
‘You drink?” Sevika questions, while letting out a huff as she plops down on the same couch she placed her jacket onto.
They turn to her confused, as if it was an insane question to ask.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes, might as well take the drink if I’m offering Beautiful. It’s a rarity that I’m this generous, let alone sharing my booze.” Sevika says holding out a champagne glass that’s filled with something dark, almost black.
They hesitantly take the glass from her fingers and bring it up to their nose to smell, the strong scent burns their nose causing them to pull back. Sevika lets out a laugh while throwing her head back, the loudness of it shaking the couch.
“So, did she tell you to stay in this room? Or did you get this lucky on purpose?” Sevika asks, wrapping her arm behind the couch.
“No. I only chose this room because it was empty.” They mutter, holding eye contact with the magenta rug that sits under their feet.
Sevika hums with that and takes out a cigarette from the nightstand, her stash always full for when she arrives. The flick of her lighter brings their attention to Sevika’s mouth, her lips closing over the end of the cigarette as she inhales slowly. They watch long enough to see the smoke leave her nose as she exhales.
“See something you like sweetheart?”
That causes them to immediately stand, goosebumps litter their skin covering them like a wave. They let out a shaky breath and begin to walk away, there should be somewhere else to stay in this place right? Before they can actually get anywhere something strong pulls them back and they fall onto something hard, more like someone.
“Slow down sweetheart, you’ve kind of ruined my night so. You might as well take the place as the girl that I was going to request.” Sevika says, holding their waist as they squirm in her lap. They whip their head around to say something, but are cut off as Sevika grabs them by the jaw. She says nothing as her fingers trace their jaw, eyes raking up and down their face like a predator looking at its prey.
“Maybe it isn’t ruined after all. How about this? You stay here with me tonight, and I’ll pay you more than I normally pay my usual.”
They loudly inhale some air, Sevika can feel their body tremble with nervousness. The power she has over them makes her more turned on by the second.
“I’m not a worker here, I don’t need your money. I’m sorry for getting in your way and I'll go and you won’t have to see me again.” They ramble, Sevika only smirks as they go on.
Without wasting a moment she puts out her cigarette and they’re cut off, the rough press of foreign lips catching them off guard. Sevika holds the back of their head as she kisses them, her tongue making its way into their mouth. She swiftly and easily picks them up and moves them to fully straddle her lap, their hands coming up to her shoulders gripping the fabric of her shirt.
They bang against her chest a few times and Sevika relents, the sparkling string of their saliva connecting them. She takes in their looks, their chest breathing heavily, cheeks as red as the lighting, and the way their nipples are now poking through the fabric of their silky dress.
“I… couldn’t breathe.” They gasp out.
Sevika only smirks at that, her metal hand begins to slide up their thigh. She watches as goosebumps cover their skin. Her hand reaches the back of their thigh and she grabs a fistful of their ass causing them to let out a shocked gasp. Sevika waits no time and begins to move them back and forth on her thigh, their clothed pussy now forcefully grinding against the fabric of her pants.
She moves her free hand around their jaw and pulls them in, turning their head to the side so she can get a mouthful of the exposed flesh. She bites around their neck, leaving marks as she goes along. Sevika likes to claim, likes to show off what’s hers. This isn’t any different. Grabbing the fabric at the top of the dress with her teeth, she pulls down their dress exposing their tits. Hunger was the only thing you could see in her eyes at that moment. Her lips quickly closed around one of the exposed nipples, her teeth playing a big part.
The whimpers heard above her only encouraged her more. She leaves more marks around their soft tits and brings her hand down to their waist to join the other. With the grinding not stopping she decides it’s time to have a little more fun and reaches down, her hand pulling their panties to the side exposing the wet mess that was staining the fabric.
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” Sevika says, both of her hands now squeezing the sides of their waist forcing them to grind even harder. Sevika can tell they haven’t done this much, the squirming confirms that. But they aren’t pulling away anymore, that just makes her all the more intrigued.
Sevika decides she wants to play a bit more with her food, so she reaches over into the side table and takes out a small object. They aren’t sure what she’s doing, their eyes keep closing without meaning to, every grind across her thigh sending a jolt up their body.
She grins as she holds the object where it belongs and turns it on, the soft buzzing sound echoing into the room. They almost scream above her from the sudden feeling, the vibrator buzzing against their needy clit bringing them to the edge in no time. And Sevika knows, she can feel it. The way their thighs tremble even more, their lips opening to make an oh shape. She takes this as an opportunity to push them even further, the vibrator being turned up just a few more levels. This makes them scream above her, their eyes wide as can be as they stare back at hers. They only get a small sound out before Sevika’s pants are wetter than before, no, they’re drenched.
“I didn’t take you for a squirter.” Sevika smiles while removing the vibrator, her hands coming back to their waist, bringing them down slowly from their high.
“I- I’ve never…”
“You’re doing that again.”
They don’t have a chance to say anything as the larger woman picks them up with ease, placing them forwards across her lap. Sevika’s real arm coming down to rub against their sensitive pussy, the friction from her jeans making it rubbed raw. Her fingers drag through their folds, feeling them jump, and then she pushes two fingers straight inside.
The moans coming out of their mouth are unrecognizable, the force that the larger woman is using to pound her fingers into them is enough to make them yell out again. Sevika wastes no time adding a third, she curls it into the right spot and watches as they moan out once more. She wants to see how far they can go, how much they can take, so she pushes them even more and grabs them by the throat. Sevika squeezes the sides of their throat, noting how their insides clench around her fingers as she does so.
They can’t breathe, can barely think, the only thing they can focus on is the way her fingers are digging into that spot. Their hips push back onto her fingers, hoping to silently let her know that they need more. But Sevika doesn’t work like that, her fingers only speed up hitting that spot with every press.
“You’re going to come from the feeling of my fingers alone, or you won’t come at all. You think that overused clit deserves attention?”
Sevika chuckles as they try to form a proper reply, all that comes out being moans, and the breath being pounded out of them. She gets nice and close to their ear and says one thing.
“Cum.”
She could never get tired of the way a pussy clenches around her, the softness squeezing her fingers so tightly as they come around her. Her gaze follows up to their face, the tears streaming down their cheeks making her grin with excitement. With a swift move she pulls her fingers out, the whine of the other following.
“Well damn sweetheart, you really surprised me. But I’m not done yet.” Sevika whistles.
They mumble something into the arm of the couch, too far gone to form a simple sentence. Sevika likes making her plaything turn into nothing but a garbled mess of moans and tears. Just a toy she can use whenever she pleases. She got lucky with this one, maybe she’ll keep them around.
Sevika groans as she unzips her pants, her hard cock finally being let out of its confines. She strokes herself a few times from base to tip, the precum beading out along her thumb as she does it. Seeing as they’re draped over the side of the couch, Sevika doesn’t bother moving them. She simply leans over them, one hand gripping the back of their neck, and she presses the head of her cock to their entrance.
“What are-”
She doesn’t give them any time to say anything, pulling their hips down hard, impaling them on her cock. All they can do is sit there and take it as Sevika bounces them up and down, thrusting harshly into their pussy.
“Agh!” They moan out, the feeling of her cock pounding them making them see stars.
“You seemed like such a prude at first, but now I get it. Maybe I’ll just keep you with me, warming my cock whenever I want, while I’m having a drink, or even while I’m playing poker at the last drop.”
They throb at the thought of being used as nothing but a hole, for a woman they don't even know the name of.
“I- I don’t even know your name.” They moan out, head falling forward.
A chuckle is heard behind them, her pace not slowing as she continues to bounce them on her cock without a break.
“Do you need it?” The large woman asks, her pace getting harder.
Their head comes back to rest on her shoulder with a yelp, they didn’t think she could go harder.
“I- yes!” They yell out.
“Do you mean my name? Or my cock?” She asks between thrusts.
With that question asked, all of the mental they had left is gone in an instant. As if the woman had some sort of magic power over them, anything she asked at this point they would do without question.
“Just keep fucking me!” They shout.
“There we go, good. Fucking. slut!” Sevika says while pounding as hard as she can, her hips colliding with their ass at full force.
They tremble as the same feeling washes over them for the third time that night, they were going to come again, and from some strangers fucking cock.
“Don’t hide from me sweetheart, don’t think I can’t feel the way you’re clenching down on me right now. If you want to come, then you’ll come when I will you with my cum.” Sevika says in their ear.
They want to tell her to be quiet, to stop saying filth in their ear. But all they can do is grab onto the couch, nails digging into the fabric. Everything feels like it’s on fire, like it’s burning but also welcome and the only way to put it out is to do whatever she commands.
So they do.
“I- I’m gonna cum!” They spit out, drool and tears running from their face now.
“No.”
“P-Please!”
“No.”
They scream, legs trembling so hard they give out, Sevika now holding them up off the couch with both arms on their waist as she fucks into them. She doesn’t stop for a second, her cock ramming into their smaller body not giving them one second to breathe.
“You’ll cum when I say you can bitch.” She says, fucking the life out of them.
With a few more hard thrusts, she lets out a deep moan. Her cock throbbing as it fills them to the brim with cum, the sticky white substance seeping down her cock as she finishes. They can feel their stomach get bigger as it gets filled, the bulge prominent under their fingertips. It’s cut short as she pulls them off of her cock and places them onto the floor, her cum dripping down their thighs.
“Wait I didn-”
“Plans changed, clean me up and I’ll consider letting you cum.” She says while shoving her half hard cock into their face.
They haven’t seen it yet, it’s huge. The tan skin covered in veins, the entire thing hanging low because of the sheer size. They lean in with hesitation and give the head a shy lick, the length throbbing with it.
Suddenly a thumb is jammed into their mouth and they have no choice but to open up, her cock entering their mouth in the process. Every inch slides down their throat, Sevika doesn’t let up for a second, even as tears start to fall from their eyes. They gag around her cock, their throat contracting as they swallow around it gaining a groan from Sevika.
“Good. fucking. Bitch.” She says between thrusts, her cock hitting the back of their throat each time.
Their hands grasp her thighs, holding on for the ride. All they can do is take it as she relentlessly thrusts without stopping, their nose meeting dark hair every time her cock goes back down. One of the hands holding their face leaves and moves to their throat, the fingers press and squeeze feeling the imprint of her own cock.
A boot is shoved between their thighs, right up against their sore pussy. Maybe she didn’t mean to put it there? They grind once, experimenting to see if she notices. Of course she does.
“Sweet thing, you’re gonna get off on my boot while you choke on my cock. When I come down your throat, then you can cum.”
Their eyes roll to the back of their head as they obey, hips moving back and forth against the smooth leather, the feeling against their pussy dragging them dangerously close to the edge already. Sevika’s hand moves to the back of their head and pushes down, their head meeting her lap, and her cock as deep as it’ll go. They wait for her to move so they can keep going, but she grips onto their hair keeping them in place.
Sevika continues to choke them on her cock, holding them in place as they struggle to breathe. The way their eyes look up at hers with a plea, begging her to let them back up. She instead rubs her boot harder into their sobbing pussy making them muffle a scream around her cock.
“You can cum baby.”
Not even a second after they convulse around her cock, clear liquid covering her boot as they ride out their high. Sevika is right behind them, her cock pulsing in their throat, the cum going straight down forcing them to swallow it.
They’re coughing when she lets them up, the cum coating their throat, a foreign feeling. The woman just stares down at them with a smirk on her face, like she’s the most content in the world right now. Her hand comes down to hold their jaw her thumb sweeping through tears,
“How about you come home with me hm?”
They nod.