Porter Beer Float

Author's Notes: Rare Kink Buffet Prompt: Shane/Haley object insertion. beer bottle or something idk let me cook
these two are weirdly fun to write together omg.

Haley swore that she hated him.

He was rude, gross, an alcoholic, and dare she say it again? Totally gross. She was pretty sure he was the same age as, like, her dad. That was weird! She shouldn’t have let him hit it the first time. She shouldn’t have let him even look at her. Yet, she let him fuck her tits in the backroom of the bar. She let him maul her youthful body with his gross, smelly dick—okay, it wasn’t that bad, but still—and cum all over her hair!

Yet here she was, bent over a barrel in the backroom of the saloon with Shane again.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her walls gripped his cock. He swigged from his bottle of beer every couple of thrusts. She knew because she could hear the foul-smelling liquid slosh about in the brown glass in between grunts of pleasure. His fat cock ground effortlessly against her inexperienced walls. He wasn’t big or anything. Just enough to make her bones turn into jelly whenever the drooling tip kissed her sweetest of spots. Breathy and seemingly unwilling moans slipped past her glossed lips, which made him chuckle.

Yoba fucking dammit, why was she letting him fuck her?!

Tears of overstimulation and frustration welled up in her blue eyes. Why did he have to know what he was doing? Alex didn’t. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to think of Alex to make this more bearable. It didn’t work.

“You gonna cum any time soon?” Shane asked with a gentle swat of her pert ass. “Gettin’ kinda tired here.”

“Shut up! J-just... Just cum and...”

“’Ight.”

In a flash, the older man downed the rest of his drink before settling the glass bottle next to Haley. Both hands, rough and calloused from years of work and not moisturizing, gripped her curvy hips tight enough to leave angry red marks under his touch and slammed her backward onto his fat prick. She yelped. Her manicured nails threatened to dig into the aged wood for dear life as he used her cunt like a cheap toy. His plump stomach and thighs clapped against her smaller frame again and again. His hairy balls smacked against her wet folds after every thrust. It was like a punctuation mark in an essay that she bullshitted in school. The sensation was enough to make her weak.

Her moans grew louder. She clapped a hand over her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle her noises. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back when he angled his hips to hit that spot again and again. Every thrust sent ripples across her sun-kissed skin and a gush of juices to coat his cock in a shiny gloss.

“Getting close.”

“Not yet! Please, please, please!” Haley blinked at the desperation in her brittle voice. Swallowing, she flipped her golden curls before looking over her shoulder. She mustered every ounce of spite she could into her glare. “N-not yet.”

He scoffed.

He saw right through her attempt at coldness.

Huffing, she went back to staring at the wall while he continued to fuck her. Her walls fluttered around his cock. So close. She felt so close—

Shane’s bare cock throbbed heavily against her raw walls. His grunts grew louder and his grip on her hips tighter. Then, he buried himself to the absolute hilt. His plush stomach rested atop her ass from how deeply he pushed inside of her. He throbbed before unleashing his seed. Cum splattered against Haley’s fluttering walls.

With a sigh, he pulled out and tucked himself away. “Thanks for the fuck, Blondie.”

A pathetic whine escaped the blonde. She was so close! Why! Why couldn’t this jerk at least be good for getting her off?! Gritting her teeth, daggers shot from her watery eyes as she slammed a fist against the barrel. It made the beer bottle next to her clatter slightly. “Are you really gonna leave me here like this?!”

Rolling his eyes, Shane stepped towards her. A rough hand pushed her flat against the barrel again as he kicked her legs apart once again. Her breath hitched. What was he going to do? Her heart fluttered as images of him slobbering all over her once pristine pussy flashed in her mind. As did one of him putting his fingers to good use and getting her off that way... And him miraculously getting hard again and—

“I’m not Superman,” he muttered. “But I guess I won’t leave you hanging.”

Sucking in a shaky breath, Haley let her eyes flutter closed as she braced herself for pleasure. Only for a cool, hard glass rim to run along her folds. She tried to shoot upwards, but he kept her in place. Panic pulsed through her body as her eyes flickered from where the beer bottle once was and towards Shane who teased her slightly gaped cunt with it.

“W-wait!”

He didn’t.

The lip of the bottle breached her fluttering entrance. It was smooth and rough at the same time. The faint grooves and ridges of the tip scraped against her walls. He pushed deeper into her. The bottle grew wider the further it went. She gasped as the thick glass had her feeling like she was going to split in two. The tip of the long-necked bottle kissed her womb, a place that his cock couldn’t quite reach as she got more aroused, and had her seeing stars. She didn’t know whether it was pleasurable. It just felt like something.

Maybe if it were a cock instead of a fucking nearly empty bottle, she would have liked it more!

Chomping on her bottom lip again, Haley tried to ignore how weirdly hot this all was. Shane was gross and an asshole and a drunk, and her ‘reputation’ would be ruined if they were caught in such a position...

Whining, her walls clamped tightly around the neck of the bottle. The main container of the glass pushed against her cunt, the curve gently teasing her clit as he gently wiggled the bottle around inside of her. God, this was so fucking weird! Why didn’t she want this to stop?

Then, he pulled out. Before she could bitch him out again, he thrust the neck back inside of her and forced a long, shuddering moan out of her. Again and again, Shane fucked her with the beer bottle and had her quivering and whimpering atop the barrel once again. Her toes curled inside her ballet flats and her back arched in the air. Curses slipped past her swollen lips as he abused her cunt. Slick arousal gushed around the bottleneck and down the sides of the container. It made things a little too slippery. Dangerously so.

“You’re really gettin’ off on this, huh?” Shane scoffed once more. “Swear you’re wetter now than when I was actually fucking you.”

“Sh-shut...”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a huff. “Hurry up. I want another beer.”

She swallowed. Her hips bucked against the bottle, pushing back against his hand as he thrust forward. The lip kissed her cervix again as the curve of the container smashed against her swollen clit. The smooth material effortlessly glided against her slick flesh. She clenched around the thick glass so tightly that it almost pushed it out. Thankfully, Shane managed to keep his grip on the slippery container. His arm ached from how he was gripping the bottle and from how harshly he was thrusting.

“Cum for me, Little Girl,” he growled into her ear. “I’m gonna need you to cum for me real soon. Emily’s gonna be looking for us both soon. You wouldn’t want Big Sis to see you like this, would you?”

Keening, Haley ground her hips against the bottle as its neck bottomed out inside of her again. Desperately, she tried to grind against the bottle curve.

“That’s it. Work for it. Fuck, you’re hot. I might be able to go for a second round at this rate,” he murmured with a laugh through his nose. “But I’m gonna need you to cum nice and hard for me.”

He twisted his wrist so that the curve of the bottle would bump against her clit again and again. White hot sensation washed over the blonde each time. It felt like a lightning strike straight to her deepest core. She thrashed against the creaking barrel. With a loud cry that bounced off the wood of the saloon, Haley came. Her walls spasmed around the smooth surface of the makeshift toy as a rush of juices splashed against the side of the barrel. Every ounce of willpower gushed from her abused cunt and left her feeling utterly boneless against the barrel. Panting, she slumped hard against it as her cunt twitched around the bottleneck. Slowly, he pulled out of her and watched as her gaping entrance slowly tried to close. His dark eyes flickered towards the beer bottle in his hand. Some of his earlier load was inside the container, which got a chuckle out of him.

“Well, hate to leave you here like this for someone to find,” he said with a groan and a stretch. “I’m gonna get a drink... I’ll keep watch though. Wouldn’t want those weird kids by the pool table to see you like this after all.”

“...Thanks...” Haley breathed. “...Shane...?”

“Yeah?”

“...Do you mind...” Yoba, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. “Doing... this again with me?”

He stared at her before smirking.

“Sure, Hales.”