Strangers in a Bar: Kay’s Revenge

Kay shuts the door behind them, lets Tony drink her in. She peels the daisy dukes down slow, steps out, climbs on, and drops that thick blonde ass right onto his face. He groans, tongue working, cock already hard. Kay rides his mouth, hips rolling, then reaches for her phone while he’s still busy. She’s got his card saved and starts spending. Twenty bucks, fifty, two hundred—straight through every dirty toy site she can find. Tony stops licking when the chime hits. He tugs at the straps, grunts her name, but Kay keeps typing. “Vanessa?” he spits, voice muffled under her. She denies it with a slow grind, then grabs the flogger and lays a stripe across his chest. He jerks, swears. She answers with another, harder, and moves lower until the leather kisses his balls. His cock twitches anyway. She drops the flogger, oils two fingers, slides them straight into his ass. He arches, swears louder. She works him open, adds a third, then curls and presses until his breathing turns ragged. When he still won’t say yes to the BMW, she pulls the fingers out, lubes the thick black strap-on, and sinks it deep. She fucks him steady, each thrust pushing the question again. “Sell it,” she says. He shakes his head. She reaches for the sounds next, slides cold steel into his slit and holds it while the strap-on keeps working. He breaks in a rush of curses and cash-app alerts, finally spits out the words she wants. Kay smiles, keeps riding him anyway.