Violet was still enjoying the languid effect of post-coital pleasure, made even better by the feel of that fat club of meat still lodged inside her pussy.  She felt his fingers caress her back, and with her torso flat against his, she felt a sense of intimacy she had long desired.  She knew it wouldn’t last, but to lie with a man like Doc, she felt safe and content.<br/><br/>Then she felt his fingers slip into the mass of dark tresses behind her head and twist them tightly, almost gasping as he pulled her head back until their eyes locked.  There was something about those eyes, and the sudden hardness of his voice that revealed a different side of the genial guy who tended the bar.  As he spoke, Violet could swear she felt his cock twitch and throb inside her vaginal sheath with renewed interest.<br/><br/>Right then, the bubble popped.  It was right there, she realized the fantasy was over.  She was his whore; he was paying to have her any way he desired.  But it was okay, she thought.  Doc at least had allowed her an orgasm, something she rarely experienced with her clients.<br/><br/>Violet slowly rose from his body, his thick juice-covered cock sliding out of her cunt, hard and sticking straight up.  She turned toward the footboard and rested her knees and hands on the sagging bed, the perfect globes of her bare ass turned upwards toward Doc.  She looked over her shoulder and witnessed Doc rise to his knees, that fat blood-filled organ swaying between those masculine thighs.  Again, she saw that look on his face and wondered what it meant for her and the next few moments.<br/><br/>Turning away, she dipped her head and waited…<br/>