9.12.18

My face is on the floor. Ass up. You’re kneeling behind me, watching. You’ve made me edge again and again. Taking my hand away at the last moment. Making me slap my cunt until it’s red and swollen, then rub it again. I’m so sensitive. I’m crying, begging you to stop.

Please, no more. My clit hurts, please sir.

“Don’t you want my cock, slut? I’m going to fuck you, whore. You should be thankful. Beg for it.”

Please, it hurts, please, sir. Please fuck me with your cock, sir. I’m sorry, sir. You reach between my legs and pull on my puffy red lips.

“Does that hurt, slut?” God. Yes. It hurts. Please.

“Should I have mercy on you?” Oh god, yes. Mercy. Please. Sir.

Your voice cuts through, “Beg me to take your ass instead, whore.” Fuck. My ass. You’ve never fucked my ass. My tight little asshole still burns and fights the plug, how can I take your cock?

“I asked you a question,” your hand slaps my cunt, hard. “Sounds like you’d rather play with your cunt some more,” another slap. I scream.

“What do you want, slut?” Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass, sir. Please, I’m sorry, sir. Please fuck my ass.

“I think you should make it more appealing for me, whore. How am I supposed to to fuck your tight dry ass? Use your fingers, shove them in your soaked cunt, pull out your juices, and stick them in your ass.”

Oh god. My fingers. My cunt. It hurts to touch, but I shove my fingers in.

“Both fucking hands, stupid cunt.”

Both hands. Four fingers. I move them around, scooping up the wetness. “In your ass. Now. Pull that asshole open for me.”

I pull my fingers out of my cunt. Pushing a finger on my asshole. It’s not so bad. I can do this. One finger.

“I don’t have all day, whore. Your have ten seconds to get that asshole open.”

I put the remaining three fingers on my ass, pushing hard. The invasion feels terrible. It burns. I’m mortified you’re watching. I can’t get beyond my fingertips. I’ve stopped crying, so focused on the effort.

“That’s it. Now pull it apart and beg for me to fuck your shithole.”

I can’t manage any protests. Sir. Please. Please fuck my shithole. Please put your cock in my tight shithole, sir.

It hurts. It doesn’t even feel like I can get it stretched open, it feels so tight and the pain has me crying anew.

“Keep begging. Show me your filthy whore ass. Get those fingers in your fucking ass.” I push one finger deeper, pull the others apart to try and please you.

“Keep fucking begging.” I feel you behind me. Your cock touching my fingers. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Breathe.

“Don’t you dare stop stretching that hole.” Your hands are on my labia, pulling them open again. I buckle under the pain.

“Shhh. Take it.”

Your cock is at my cunt opening. You push it in but with your fingers on my cunt it feels like I’m being pulled to you. Everything hurts.

“Beg for me to fuck your ass.”

I’m confused. Overwhelmed. Do what you want. Obey first. Please fuck my ass sir. Please fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass sir.

You grab my arms as leverage, and pound into my cunt. My ass is being stretched more by all the violent movements. The begging comes between screams.

Please fuck my ass sir.

Please.

Fuck.

My ass.

Sir.

“Focus. My pleasure. Now.”

The shift is instant. The pain fades immediately. It’s still there, just…quieter. You always win.

Please cum sir. Please cum in your whore. Please let me have your cum sir. Please cum in your slut. Take my body, sir. Please cum. Please sir. Please.

You take your release, and I collapse under you. At the edges of coherence, the pain, frustration, shame, begin flooding back in.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Such a fucking good girl.”

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