It was his birthday and he wanted a little treat. I was inclined to give him what he wanted. I’m not a good baker, so instead of a birthday cake, he got a birthday creampie.
We met up as usual, driving back to his place because he was going to make me dinner. I stroked his cock in the car, not daring enough to lean across the console to take him into my mouth. When we parked, he choked me and told me I was going to be his little anal slut.
He asked me if that was what I wanted, to be a dirty slut that craved cock in her ass. Truthfully, I did. My eyes were glazed over, I was a little dazed, but I knew.
Then, he backed off and led me back to his place. He didn’t know my little ass was clenching around the buttplug that I’d decided to surprise him with. He had a knack for feinting disinterest, but I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.
Back at his apartment, he didn’t delay with putting me on my back on his couch with my legs pushed into my chest.
But he wasn’t licking me. Not the way I wanted. He was teasing the insides on my thighs, playing with my feet, caressing anywhere but the one place I needed him to.
I was frustrated. I didn’t like how he was teasing me. He didn’t even notice the buttplug and my frantic clenching. I needed to speed him up, return the favour.
Pushing him off me, I pulled off my panties and presented myself to him.
He lost it.
His mouth was against my pussy, fingers pushing the buttplug deeper. I knew that he didn’t like not being in control, so I laid there, feeling him tongue my pussy and ass. All I could do was push back against his tongue and hope that he would give me release.
That release would not arrive because he needed to fill me. He’d promised me a big load in my ass.
I arched my little ass towards him when he said he was going to cum in my ass properly. I was going to have his cum dripping from my ass. It was how good little anal sluts should be left.
It didn’t take him long to start guiding his cock towards my tight little hole. It gave in so easily that he almost seemed surprised. Maybe he wanted to have had the chance to train my tight ass to take him. But it didn’t matter because before long, he had his hands on my hips, pumping himself into me.
He was fucking me how he’d fuck my pussy. Ramming my little ass, gripping me and forcing me back onto his stiff cock each time he pulled out.
As much as I love anal, it had never been this easy. He was hitting all the right spots, turning me into a mindless babbling slut. He could have done anything he wanted to me and I would have let him.
I could feel as he got closer. I begged him to give me his cum deep in my ass.
I needed it.
I hadn’t had my ass filled in so long. Just the idea of it was driving me crazy, but the feeling of him rutting into me was making it even worse.
Then I felt it.
He pumped a little faster, stretching my ass and filling it with his length. His cock impaling me. Nothing would have stopped him from claiming the release I had promised him.
The loud snarl that always left him when he came. The weight of his body on top of me. His spasms of his cock filling me up. It overwhelmed me until only one thought was in my head.
I’m his little anal slut.
But being an anal slut means that wasn’t enough.
No, I needed more. I needed him to use me and make me so needy for cock in my ass that I’d beg for it.
So, that’s what I did. The next time he was going to fuck me, I begged him to fuck me without lube. I wanted to be taught a lesson. He needed to show me just how much of an anal slut I was.
And that he did.
Left on the floor, panting with my poor little asshole stretched and used, I knew.
I knew that I’m his little anal slut.
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