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"Stay still, Lola. You've got one hell of a body." he mumbled while breathing hotly down the back of her neck. His hands moved to grab a handful of Steve's breasts. "Goddamn, these tits are so fuckin' perfect."
Steve bit his lip, struggling to keep his balance with Bob's rough groping. He was beginning to regret his decision as the big, hairy security guard leaned his bodyweight forward, pressing him harder against the cold, metallic surface of the metal table. He instinctively placed his hands on the cold table to lean on them, seeing the long nails of his girlish hands. 'Goddammit. This is not happening!' Steve bit his lip, a rush of anger and fear mixing with his arousal.
"That's it, Lola," Bob whispered, his hands sliding down to Steve’s waist, slowly lifting his miniskirt to reveal Steve's soft white ass, covered by a barely-there red lace thong. 'Fuck, I can't believe this is happening,' he thought, squeezing his eyes shut as Bob's fingers hooked into the waistband of his thong and pulled it down, exposing his bare ass to the cold air.
"Look at that," Bob said with a low chuckle, his hand sliding over Steve's smooth skin, squeezing his cheeks. "Nice and tight, just how I like it." Steve swallowed hard, his face burning with shame. But his body were already ready and his thoughts began to blur and lose their meaning. "I like you, doll." the guard added and pulled Steve's hips up, pressing his crotch against him, so he felt Bob's dick through his clothes.
"Oh shit," Steve whimpered, shivering with a rush of unfamiliar sensations. A strange warmth was radiating through his body, pooling in his thighs, and he struggled to stay upright as Bob started to unbutton quickly his belt. 'Jesus Christ... He's not serious, is he? He's not really going to fuck me, is he?'
"Say it," Bob commanded. "Say you want it, Lola."
Bob's fingers paused at Steve's entrance, his touch light and teasing. "Tell me, Lola," he whispered, leaning over Steve's back, his lips brushing against Steve's ear. "Tell me you want it."
Steve's eyes snapped open, his face flushing with anger and humiliation. "Go fuck yourself," he spat, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and disgust.
Bob chuckled, his fingers pressing a little harder against Steve's entrance. "Come on, Lola," he coaxed, his tone patronizing. "I know you like it. Just say it. Say you're a dirty little slut, and you want it."
Steve's stomach churned, his mind screaming at him to resist, to fight back. But another part of his mind whispered traitorously, telling him it would be easier, better. "No, no... fuck, no..." he groaned as Bob's finger slipped inside him. 'Oh, shit, that's not supposed to... not supposed to... not like that...' He gasped, a wave of unwanted pleasure washing over him as Bob pressed his finger deeper. "Fuck, no... stop... I don’t want this shit..." Steve pleaded, his legs buckling under him.
"Say it, Lola," Bob repeated, his voice firmer this time. "Or maybe I'll just leave you here, all wet and needy, with no one to fuck that little dirty slut hole of yours. Is that what you want?"