I made collar a for her. About an inch “thick”.
The idea came to me as I was pounding her tight ass, maybe for the first time. So long ago.
I’d bent her over something, maybe the couch or a desk or the rail at the top of the stairs. Those were usual favourites to push her over when I felt like I needed free use of her body – or better when she didn’t feel like being free and I just fought her to take it. That time, she was fighting. But I had her pinned.
I fucking loved that, every time. I fucking loved her body, every time she protested but eventually submitted. When she’d fight against me as if she wanted to get away, yet her moans betrayed that her hungry cunt loved every second of my cock forcing itself inside her. Or even better, when her asshole fought with my cock, which is what was happening when I first thought to make her a collar.
Her hips bucked to try to throw me away, but all they really managed was to force my cock an inch extra out of her on the out stroke, which just meant an extra inch to pound when I thrust myself back in. Her fight just made the assfucking that much deeper, and that much better. And every time my balls slapped her and I found the max of penetration, every rebound, I heard another gulp escape her that mixed into her moans. God the noises she made were sexy and almost felt like they were begging for the cum from my balls.
And as I pounded her ass, and loved the sounds, and loved the feelings of her flesh, I looked down at what I was doing and saw the hourglass of her lips and ass, I let my eyes trace the sexy bumps of her spine, and up to her neck. My impulse was to bite it, or the place where her neck met her shoulders. A move I knew would pain her, tamp down her fight, ease the passage of my cock into her asshole, but ultimately not damage her. It was one of those perfect buttons I knew how to push when I wanted it, one of the strings of her body I knew I could play to get what I wanted if that was what I wanted.
I thrust hard, deep into her ass but didn’t pull out that last time. I hit that point of ass deep as fully as I could, and I just left myself there. I enjoyed a few seconds of her ass milking my cock. Not only did her moans beg for the cum but her body tried to extract it. If I left her to her own devices, even though I knew she was in pain, her body made it crystal clear it was pain she wanted.
That was when I would normally make the bite… as I saw and was teased by her milky flesh. But suddenly I thought about how it was the perfect landmark of her body from which to control her.
And so I thought to collar this bitch, and that notion of owning her pushed me over the edge and I unloaded all my cum into her little begging ass.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/inminw/mf_anal_rape_collaring_my_bitch_part_1_intro
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