Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"You do!" Lynda whimpered, licking the filthy leather, sucking on the tip of Buck's boot when he pushed it against her lips.

"That's right," Buck said, pressing his foot down on the back of Lynda's head until her face was crushed against the filthy floor. She looked even sexier with her long, sultry body arched, her ass high in the air and her face on the floor. "You own this place and we own you. We haven't fucked you so stupid that you don't understand that, have we?"

"No, Buck," Lynda whispered, tears ruing down her face. Her cunt was spasming and leaking. She was getting excited just from the push of Buck's foot on the back of her neck. "I understand. I own the bar and you own me, so you own the bar. I own a lot of places, Buck. You own a lot of places."

There was something comforting about groveling at the feet of Buck and his friends. In a strange way it felt comforting to be kicked, spit on and made fun of. And Lynda could no longer deny that when the men hurt her and fucked her they also made her hot.

Lynda realized sadly that she could never go back to her old life. She was Buck's pet now, fit only for fucking and hurting and dancing for the amusement of his customers.

"It's almost morning, Lynda-doll," Buck said, grinding her face even more painfully against the floor. "When it gets here, you're going to make a couple calls. You're going to sign some papers to make things official. Oh, and one other thing. Will you marry me, big-ass?"

The crowd of men who filled the bathroom laughed wildly.

Lynda wept in despair. She was never going to escape from this place. A tiny orgasm burst through her bowed, beautiful body. Buck was going to keep her until she was fucked hollow, until she was a used-up, worn-out whore.

"Yes, I'll marry you, Buck!" she sobbed, washing her pretty pink tongue over the filthy bathroom floor. "I'll do whatever you want, for as long as you want!"

"That's real nice, Lynda," Buck said, taking his foot off the back of her neck and picking up a big bucket filled with soapy, dirty water. "A good wife needs to keep her husband's place clean. Do a job on this bathroom floor for me, Lynda."

He swung the bucket to the floor in front of Lynda's head, splashing her face with the dirty, sudsy water. Lynda raised herself on her hands until she could look inside the bucket. There was only filthy water, not anything to clean the floor with. She looked up at Buck with a puzzled expression on her pretty, pale face.

"Dip your hair in," he said with an easy grin. "Mop the floor with your hair. You might have to use your tongue for the really scummy parts. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, Buck," Lynda said, her voice quavering. She let her silky black hair dangle into the dirty water. "I'll clean the floor real good."

Lynda's hair was dripping water when she pulled it out of the bucket. She had to press her face against the filthy floor to scrub it with her hair. There was scum a half an inch thick on the tile.

When Lynda dragged her soaking hair over it the caked filth turned into a muddy, sticky mess. Lynda sobbed pitifully, knowing that she would never be able to clean the floor using just her hair and the soapy water.

Buck dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his strong hands around her plush, silky thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry body on the filthy bathroom floor. Then he drove his huge, hard cock up her asshole, and pain shot through her body like liquid fire.

Lynda dragged her hair over the filthy floor, scrubbed desperately while Buck drove his huge cock all the way up her ravaged shitter. His cock filled her, pushing aside her internal organs, burying itself deep inside her bowels. Pain burned through the straining muscles of Lynda's inner thighs ands stabbed like a white hot poker up her arched, sexy back. Buck grunted with pleasure when his cock bottomed out in her asshole, then pulled back for another plunge.

Lynda's silky black hair was already gloppy with the filth from the bathroom floor. She lifted her head wearily and dunked her hair into the water again, then went back to work.

"Shake your big sweet ass, honey!" Buck growled, jolting Lynda's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. "Squze your hot little shitter on my big cock! And keep cleaning that floor! Come on, bitch, didn't anybody ever teach you how to fucking clean?"

"Fucking slut probably hasn't cleaned a thing in her life," Pete said, tipping the bucket and splashing water onto the floor in front of Lynda's face. "It's time you learned how the other half lives, cow-tits. Especially since you're one of them now."

Lynda rubbed her hair into the filthy water, scrubbing the caked filth off the bathroom floor. She rubbed her face into the dirt too, and soon her perfect features were smeared black. Lynda tried not to think about what the sludge was, but the smell was so foul and cheesy that she couldn't ignore the fact that she was wallowing in year's accumulation of the nastiest grime.

Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while Buck demolished her sexy body. Every goring stab of his cock made Lynda's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.

A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his knees beside Lynda's face. Lynda jerked with surprise when his cock splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lips and dripped from her nose.

Lynda rubbed the slimy cock filth into the floor almost as quickly as the man splashed it onto her face. The sticky cum only made more of the dirt cling to her pretty face.

"I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt!" Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda's heavy, hanging tits and crushing them against her body. "Move your lazy ass!"

Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the effort of trying to clean the floor while having her tender, injured shitter fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around Buck's bruising prick, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a sexy cat in heat. She humped her ass back against Buck's massive cock. She rubbed her face against the floor and pulled on her hair until she tore some of it out. She drooled on the filthy floor, then licked her spit away. Her pussy was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an alarm clock.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out with every punishing thrust of Buck's cock up her asshole. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, oh, oh yessssss!"

"That's it, slut!" Buck roared, hammering his cock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. "What a tight asshole! What a big, sexy ass! You're making me cum, big-tits! Here, take some jism, whore!"

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Lynda screamed, tossing her head back off the floor as Buck squirted jism deep into her ruined asshole. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot shitter. Buck's jism burned every tear and abrasion in her sweet asshole. The fire seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spastic as Buck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scummy face back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover. She slobbered all over the dirty tile and licked her spit away. She rubbed her dirty, matted hair against the floor, wiping away every trace of filth that caked it.