Used; a drag!kris drabble
Title: Used
Author: Kradamgasm
Word Count: 459
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kris/male stranger
Summary: Kris gets f**ked while in drag
He bounces up and down on the stranger's cock like his sanity depends on it. The red and black plaid mini-skirt Kris wears is bunched up around the pale skin of his thighs as his asshole is stretched wide receiving the thick cock he had been begging for less than ten minutes ago.
Kris' clavicle is drenched in beads of sweat which are slowly trickling down his chest to die at the top of the black corset tied tightly around his torso. He whines as he rolls his hips, the wet skin between his sweat coated thighs makes it easier to ride the stranger's lap.
“Take it, take me,” the stranger says. His tone is harsh and demanding. “Faster!”
Kris obeys as he continues fucking himself on the hard piece of flesh invading body. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes off the walls. The stranger reaches to gather Kris' pale cheeks in his hands, his fingernails digging into the plump flesh.
“Good boy,” the stranger says as he grits his teeth.
Kris is feeling lightheaded from the corset wrapped tight around his petite torso. His breath is becoming a chore as he struggles to pull air into his lungs. But he doesn't want to stop, not until he gets what he wants. His chest is flushed red and he swears he is about to loose consciousness when the stranger beneath him lets out a loud groan and shudders.
Seconds later when the man is finished with him Kris pushes his feet encased in black stiletto heels into the ground and lifts himself up from the man's lap. His plaid mini skirt straightens out, it's now obscenely wrinkled and looking abused. Kris whimpers when he feels a line of come dripping from his used and battered hole and streaking down his leg to perish and soak into one of the knee high white stockings he has on.
Kris' eyes are closed when he licks his plush pillow-like lips before smirking. When he opens his eyes again the man is gone. Three hundred-dollar bills are in his place, lying face up on chair in front of him. He walks to retrieve his black laced thong panties from on top of the lamp shade and slides them on before gathering up the money and folding it. He tucks in into the front of his black corset where he has a secret compartment for the cash he receives on nights when he's a working girl.
He opens the door to the motel and steps out into the cold before walking a mile back to his corner, waiting patiently for another car to pull up and offer him another round of warmth and good hard fucking.