The Proposal

Katie Kox is wiping down a half-empty bar when he walks in. A man with money in his walk. He watches her for two drinks, then slides a stack of cash across the wood like it means nothing. One hour, he says. Anything he wants. Katie counts the bills twice before she follows him out the back door. He doesn't waste time. The moment the door shuts behind them, his hands are on her. Rope comes out fast. He winds it around her heavy tits until they swell and throb, skin stretched tight, nipples pushing hard against the pressure. She gasps but doesn't pull away. The cash is already in her pocket. He gags her next. A fat black ball forces her jaw open and muffles every sound she tries to make. Now she can only grunt and drool while he turns her around and bends her over the edge of an old table. Her ass is up, tits bound and swinging, and that's exactly where he wants her. He works her open with spit and fingers first, then drives his thick cock straight into her ass. No warm-up, no mercy. Each thrust slams her forward, her bound tits slapping the wood. The ropes dig deeper with every push. She can't scream. She can't say no. All she can do is take it while he fucks her harder, punishing her for ever thinking she could walk away from this kind of money. Sweat runs down her back. The gag leaks spit onto the floor. He keeps going until her legs shake and her ass is raw from the pounding. One hour, he told her. He's going to use every minute.