Chapter 2: Round 2
The car wash bay hummed and whirred around them, the machines an industrial symphony that drowned out the world beyond. The air was thick with the scent of soap and the lingering, acrid smell of Marcus's spent desire. Erika's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a drum of terror and humiliation. Her body was slick with sudsy water, her nipples still stiff from the cold and the unwanted attention. Her mind was a whirlwind of panic, her thoughts a cacophony of screams that she couldn't seem to release.
But as Marcus pulled back, his cock sliding out from between her tits, she saw something in his eyes that made her blood run cold. He wasn't done.
"Fuck, that was hot," he grunted, his eyes locked onto hers. "But I ain't finished with you yet, sweetheart."
Erika's heart leapt into her throat, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She struggled to her feet, her legs shaking beneath her. "No, please. Just let me go."
Marcus chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh, I don't think so.
Not until I've had my fill of those big, juicy fucking tits." Marcus's voice was a low, guttural growl, his eyes locked onto Erika's breasts. He reached out, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her roughly against him. "Turn around, you fat slut. I want to see that ass."
Panic surged through Erika's body, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She tried to pull away, but Marcus's grip was like a vice. He pushed her against the window of the car, his other hand roughly groping her ass.
He quickly pulled her shorts down, revealing her big fat juicy ass, as he grabbed his cock, still slick with soap and cum, and stuffed its girth inside her. Erika gasped, her hands pressing against the cool glass of the car window, her eyes wide with shock and pain.
"Fuck, you're tight," Marcus groaned, his hips starting to move, sliding his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, then with increasing force. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
Erika's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling as he fucked her roughly. "No...please...stop..." she whispered, but her words were drowned out by the sound of the car wash machines and her own desperate whimpers.
Marcus grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to thrust harder, faster. The slap of his body against hers echoed through the car wash bay, a lewd, obscene symphony that matched the pounding of the machines.
"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, his voice thick with lust and malice. "You like feeling my big, fat cock stretching your tight little pussy, don't you?"
Erika bit down on her lip to keep from crying out, her hands scrabbling at the glass for purchase. Her tits were slipping up and down the glass as he fucked her from behind as the person inside watched in amazement. Erika desperately tried to look away but Marcus kept her face pressed against the glass.
Erika's face was flushed, her cheeks wet with tears and shame. She could feel her body reacting to his brutal touch, her pussy getting wetter with each thrust. She hated herself for it, hated the traitorous response of her body.
Marcus reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp. Erika looked inside car window as she watched the man stare in amazement as her huge tits pressed against the glass, pulling his cock out and jerking off as he watched.
Erika shut her eyes, moaning loudly as Marcus’ thick cock pumped inside her. “UGH! UHN! OH GOD…It’s so fucking thick! UGH!” Erika cried out, her body convulsing as Marcus pounded into her from behind, his thick cock stretching her pussy wider than it had ever been. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the car wash bay, a harsh, rhythmic symphony that echoed off the walls.
Marcus groaned, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that Erika knew she would have bruises later. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight, you sexy fucking bitch," he grunted, his voice thick with lust and malice.
He thrust into her against the car, his cock pumping in and out as he used her, her moans increasingly louder as his thick cock began to feel incredible, despite her attempts at fighting back. Erika's huge tits bounced with every thrust, making slapping sounds against the car window that were louder than the machines.
As Marcus continued to fuck her, he felt himself grow closer to the edge. He reached around and grabbed one of her massive tits, squeezing it roughly as he pounded into her.
“Fuck yeah, you like that don’t you, you fucking slut?” he growled, spit flying from his mouth as he spoke. “You like getting fucked in the ass, you filthy whore?”
Erika let out a whimper, her face still pressed against the glass.
"Please...stop," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. But Marcus was relentless.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he groaned, his hips slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust. "You're taking my cock like a fucking champ."
The car wash bay was filled with the obscene sounds of their fucking—the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the harsh panting of their breaths, the lewd squelch of Marcus's cock sliding in and out of Erika's pussy.
Marcus pulled Erika towards one of the vertical spinning wrap around washers. She held onto the pole of it as he continued to fuck her, her huge tits on either side of the washer as it spun between them. The soapy suds were everywhere and they splashed onto her tits as he fucked her, coating her with more and more soap.
She looked up as she felt him grab her hair and pull her head back violently as he slammed his thick cock into her. Fuck! Please - don’t, Marcus! Stop!” Erika begged, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to push his hands away, but he was too strong.
Marcus groaned as he watched her huge tits jiggle around the washer as he groaned “Oh fuck, those washers are lucky, you’re tits are big enough to titfuck them.” Marcus grunted as he reached around her and squeezed her tits, making her gasp. He grunted as he used her tits to stroke his cock, the suds sliding all over her. He felt his cock getting even harder as he fucked her tits.
“Ugh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, you fucking pervert! You fucking love my big fucking tits don’t you?” Erika screamed, her voice filled with pain and humiliation. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her eyes were full of fear and anger. But her body was responding to the obscene way he was using her.
Marcus groaned “Oh fuck you like it now, bitch. I want you to dirty talk those wrap around washers, talk to it like you’re titfucking it.” Marcus growled as he watched her huge tits jiggle around the washer. Erika was mortified, her body wracked with shame as she felt his vile words piercing her soul. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. I can't do that. Please, just stop."
Marcus chuckled, a low, menacing sound that made Erika's stomach churn. "Come on, you little slut. Talk to it. Tell it how much you love having those big tits of yours fucked by that stupid machine."
Erika shook her head, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Don't make me."
But Marcus just laughed, a cruel, harsh sound that echoed off the walls of the car wash bay. "Come on, you know you fucking love it. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you? You love having those big fucking tits of yours used and abused."
He reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp. "Look at them, all big and juicy, just begging to be fucked.
Tell the washer how much you want it to fuck your tits." Marcus's voice was a low growl, his breath hot on Erika's neck as he continued to pound into her, his cock stretching her pussy with each brutal thrust.
Erika moaned “UGH! Oh yeah that’s it. You like those big fucking tits don’t you, you dirty fucking machine. Mmh! UGH! That’s it. Spin between those tits.” Erika choked out the words, her voice thick with desperation and humiliation. She felt a wave of nausea hit her as she spoke, her stomach churning at the degrading act she was being forced to perform. But Marcus didn’t seem to notice. He just groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock pumping in and out of her pussy with increasing force.
“That’s it, you fucking slut. Talk to the machine like it’s fucking those tits. Tell it how much you love it.” Marcus’s voice was a low, guttural growl, his breath hot and rank against Erika’s ear.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, slut. Tell the machine how much you fucking love it.” He reached around, his fingers pinching one of Erika’s massive tits, twisting and pulling on her nipple until she yelped in pain. “You were made for this shit, weren’t you? Made to be used like a fucking toy.”
Erika’s breath hitched, her moans growing louder as Marcus’s cock pounded into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the car wash bay.
The spin cycle of the washer was relentless, the suds splashing against her tits, coating them. Erika could feel the cold soap suds mixing with her sweat, creating a slippery, filthy mess that made her body slick and hard to control.
Erika's huge tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust, the suds creating a wet, slapping sound as they made contact with the washer.