Mac had a love hate relationship with Krystal's job. On one hand he loved watching her prance around all done up in the too tight uniform his father had ordered for her. It even said Luna Messa Bar and Grill on her left tit. Having her on his arm while he played pool when she didn't have anything to do wasn't half bad either.
But on the other, he hated all the out of town men trying to flirt with his woman. Peeling off her already barely there clothing with their eyes, drunken whistles and catcalls, the occasional brave wandering hand. The reasons he sometimes came home with bloody knuckles at the end of her work night.
Tonight was fixin' to be one of those nights.
After her encounter with Walter Kristy was itching to blow off some steam. And she knew just the perfect way. A little payback was in order for Mac.
Last week he'd picked a nice little cheerleader road tripping with her squad to tease Krystal with. She'd broken the girl's perfect nose and just about broke Mac's dick fucking him with a vengeance in the cab of his truck.
Returning to her table of unruly fraternity boys she collected their dishes, making sure to accidentally drop a fork and bend at the hip to retrieve it. Giving them all a spectacular view of the treasures beneath her black pleated uniform skirt.
Mid-bend she rose her eyes in Mac's direction, looking at him from beneath her lashes, flashing him a smirk as she exposed herself to the college boys. He was mouthing something at her she couldn't make out, but it was quite clear he was pissed. When appreciative sounds were heard from the table behind her his knuckles turned white from his grasp tightening around his beer bottle.
She could expect a sound fucking later tonight when she got home. They'd found out early on that angry sex was second only to make up sex. Sometimes they picked fights with each other just for that reason alone. What she didn't expect was the hard slap her behind got from the bravest of the frat boys. Abruptly straightening, she used the assault to her advantage.
"If you ever touch me again I'll break every one of your god damn fingers." she threatened quietly, bending slightly to whisper in the prick's ear.
She said it slowly, so close to his ear her lips brushed against it a few times, making him shiver slightly. All through her threat her eyes kept wandering to Mac, a small naughty smile playing on her lips to make it look like she was whispering something quite different.
When she pulled away, turning to collect her tray from a table nearby, an arm hooked around her waist, pulling her down into the dark haired guy's lap. From the corner of her eye she spied Mac getting up. The sound of his bottle slamming against the bar had already been heard the moment he saw the arm reaching for her.
She had just enough time to grab the hand not holding her in place on the asshole's hardon. Bringing it downwards as if to slide his hand under her skirt she jammed the edge of the table in between his middle and ring finger, yanking downwards on the lower digits until she heard a satisfying snap and a scream.
Kristy didn't have time to see the crooked appendages for herself before fingers were weaving through her curls to yank her up out of the injured kid's lap. His hand stayed there, directing her towards the back of the bar, practically dragging her along when she stumbled once in her high heels. At first she thought Mac was taking her out back to that oh so special spot where he'd first taken what was his. That is, until the side of her face crashed into the ladies room door.
She had to catch herself on the sink he pushed her so hard, the defining click of the door's lock sliding into place told her she was really in for it.
"Stay there yew fuckin' lil slut." he roared, pushing her head down when she tried to look at him in the mirror, pulling her skirt up to expose her, jerking her panties down to her ankles.
With nothing else in sight to use Mac wrenched a picture frame from the wall. Gripping it in both hands he wound up, crashing it into her ass like he was hitting a grand slam home run. He kept at it, not stopping when she finally sucked in a pained breath of air. Still beating her until the glass shattered, several shards stabbing into her reddened flesh.
"Did I give yew permission ta fuckin' move?" he screamed when she jumped and straightened at the sting of the pieces cutting into her.
Mac threw the ruined picture aside, forcing her back into position before moving to pick the shards out of her ass. He ran his pointer finger along a particularly deep cut, coating it in crimson liquid before dragging it in a line along her lower back. He reloaded his finger several more times before maneuvering her around by her hair to look at her backside in the mirror.
There in the reflection was his name in backwards red letters just above the swell of her ass. Like a bloody tramp stamp from hell.
"Hmm I can't read it, what's that say? Mick?" she teased, grinning at him with every intention of making him blow his top.
"Says Mac, don' play stupid ya cunt." he snarled, smacking her throbbing ass with his palm before bending her back over the sink.
She was surprised at how gentle and feather light he was with her outer lips, sliding a quick finger along her shallow outer crease, wetting it before bringing it to his mouth to slowly suck clean as she watched his reflection. Kristy groaned when his reddened fingers entered her roughly, cramming in as much as he could until his palm restricted him from going further,
"Shouldn' be this wet from settin' on another man's dick. Er was it tha ass whoopin' that got ya soaked?" he hissed, curling his fingers downward to make her clench.
Truthfully it was the latter mixed with what had so rudely been interrupted by Devon earlier. But of course she opted to make it worse for herself.
"His little baby dick got me wet. What are you going to do about that?" she taunted at him, practically calling him out.
Mac's eyes narrowed into tiny slits, his lips smashed together in a hard line when his cheeks weren't billowing and concaving in rage induced pants while he unbuckled his belt. Normally when he asked a question like that she'd succumb to stroking his ego and telling him he owned every inch of her. She'd never taken it this far before. Neither had he.
The belt was doubled over, buckle to perforated end, clenched in his fist. The first few smacks weren't so bad but as he continued relentlessly she knew she'd pushed him too far this time. He didn't stop even when her behind was covered in fresh blood and bruises, the leather tearing into her already shredded ass. Only her first shaky sob broke through his red haze of anger.
He looked up to find her breathing hard with black mascara lines running down her cheeks.
"More." she breathed out unsteadily when he looked at her uncertainly with something bordering on regret.
The sound of his zipper being yanked down was heard along with his pants dropping to the floor before he roughly shoved his cock inside her. His hips and thighs smacking against her tender ass when he bottomed out served as her further punishment. Sure he was pounding into her at a pace worthy of ravagement but his anger had simmered out during her beating. That just wouldn't do for the level of violence she was craving now.
"His tiny cock felt so good rubbing up against me. I think I'll let him fuck me after you're done." she provoked, hanging her head to become unresponsive and anger him further.
Mac wound her hair around his fist so tight it ripped from her scalp in certain spots. He pulled her head up, forcing her to watch him pound into her from behind. His thrusts magnified to the degree that she felt something tear painfully, though she was soaked to the bone. Her scream was music to his ears.
"I'll fuckin' kill yew b'fore another guy'll get ta fuck ya. He'll haveta fuck yer pretty corpse." he rumbled lowly in her ear as he nestled his chin on her shoulder to watch the show as well.
When she closed her eyes on his unwavering gaze his other hand came up to clutch her jaw, squeezing until her midnight eyes opened for him again. Pulling her head around to face him until her neck resisted with a pop he smashed his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue inside when she resisted.
Once he'd had his fill of assaulting her mouth he pulled away, sneering at her before spitting in her face and roughly shoving it back to towards the mirror. When her head hung limply again he snapped.
"Yew looket me when 'm fuckin' ya, filthy bitch." he growled, snatching his discarded belt from the toilet seat.
Kristy knew she wouldn't last much longer as the leather strap was slipped around her neck and tightened until he could pull her head up by it. His grunts were her undoing combined with the belt cutting off her air supply. She came hard on his dick, pulsing with an intensity that made him stop and groan, swearing aloud before looking at her in disbelief through the reflective surface.
"Did I give ya permissin' ta cum?" he demanded in outrage, smacking her ass with his free hand before pulling out of her.
Mac spun her around sharply, picking her up by her raw ass before dropping her down harshly on the counter top. Its cold surface was a slight reprieve from the fiery pain scorching her bottom.
"Did I?" he asked quietly with a soft caress of his thumb along her black tearstained cheek, switching moods so quickly it almost disoriented her.
"N-no." she whimpered, still shaking slightly with the force of her orgasm.
His open palm met that same cheek without much force behind it. Just enough to turn her head away and give him a bare expanse of neck to bite into while he slowly slid his dick back inside her abused entrance. Grabbing her behind the knees he wrapped her legs around his hips while he continued his leisurely pace, retracting his length slowly until only the tip was left inside. Making the sting last longer. Once her ankles were locked at the base of his spine he used the belt to pull her forward until her forehead was pressed against his, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
"Who da yew belong ta? Who owns that pussy?" he challenged in a soft tone, taking in her dazed appearance.
"You Mac, only you." she vowed quietly, digging her heels into his ass to bring him back in.
"Thas right." he praised, kissing her lips gently before allowing her head to rest against his chest.