A is for Anal [MF] [Femdom]

**Notes:** *So, I gave myself a bit of a challenge) to improve my porn writing skills and get a feel for kinks that might be a bit out of my comfort zone (basically I put all kinks I could think about in alphabetical order and I am writing some filth for each letter). Of course, there is no point if nobody reads it, so here I am. It was supposed to be an easy enough deal, but of course, I had to start with something completely out of my depth! Damn you alphabet.*

*This piece of filth includes* ***Anal, Ageplay (very mild, and they are very clearly RPing)*** *&* ***Autofellatio.*** *I mostly write* ***Femdom,*** *so it comes with the package.*

*Ageplay is a kink I am not familiar with, but I approached it with an open mind and gave my own take. Both parties are of age and it should be clear at all points (I don’t really specify, but Rebecca is 20 and Lev is 27, if you are curious). As you can expect this is a pretty graphic piece of text. It’s still pretty wholesome, in its own twisted way.*

Rebecca leaps down from the podium, flowers still in her hands, and jumps straight into Lev’s arms.

“Coach! I won!” she says, lifting the gold medal into the light. It is hard to hear each other, over the roaring applause of the crowd and the clicking of the cameras.

“Well, I might be a cripple, but I still got eyes, Rebecca. I can see” he says, dry as always, but his smile betrays his joy. He lifts the girl up, almost dizzy with pride and awe. His knees hurt, but for once, he doesn’t mind.

Eventually, he has to put her down. Becca is small, but she is not light, as a lifetime of gymnastics shaped her body in a compact package of strength and willpower. But before he can head towards the press, she pulls at his lapel, getting on the balls of her feet to whisper into his ear.

“Do you remember your promise?” she says.

Lev gulps, but nods. It is not like if he can forget.

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A couple of hours later, they are both back at the hotel. It’s still early in the evening. The rest of the team will stay out until late – Lev knows that. But he still insists on placing one of the plush chairs of the Hilton against his room’s door. Rebecca rolled her eyes but indulged him. After all, if somebody were to suddenly get in, they would witness quite the scene.

Trainer- from-hell-I-should-have-been-the-god- of-gymnastics Lev Balakin is currently laying on the bed, naked from the waist down, with Rebecca’s small form curled up next to his head. She is still wearing the team’s tracksuit, the gold medal dangling from her neck.

“More, sweetheart” she coos, lovingly moving his hair away from his matted forehead. Lev obeys and lifts his hips higher.

“Perfect. Just like this” his protégée says, pushing his legs down until his tights rest at the side of his flushed face.

It would be a deeply uncomfortable position for almost everybody else, but Lev spent all his life training for optimal flexibility. Back then he was not given a choice, but he can now appreciate the results of his suffering. He is pretty sure that this is not what his parents wanted when they forked out all that cash for his gymnastics training, but while a bad fall destroyed his Olympic dream before he could start, he definitely got something out of their efforts.

He still whines, though, more for show than anything, and squirms on the spot trying to get out of his predicament. Yet, Becca’s hold on his tight is unmovable.

“What, babe, does it hurt? But we both know that you like it when it does” she whispers.

A thick drop of precum falls on his cheek, proving her point and making Lev’s whole body tremble and shiver. Becca chuckles, before wiping the trail away with the tip of her finger.

“See? You are loving it. So filthy. Open your eyes, love. Look at the mess you are making” she teases him, gently massaging the heated skin of his legs.

Lev shakes his head and keeps his eyes closed. He doesn’t need to look to know that his dick is a red leaking mess. He has been leaking for hours. Days, actually, since she first killed it at the compulsories. Who is he kidding? Even before. He knew she was going to get that medal.

“Oh, aren’t you being fussy today?” she says, frowning at his refusal. “And here I thought you would be happy. You must be still a lil on edge from the day. Lucky for you, I have got just the right thing to help you relax”.

Rebecca let go of one of his legs to reach for his leaking shaft. Lev opens his eyes, alarmed, just to find the tip of his own dick pressing hard against his own lips.

“Come on baby. Open up and suck on your binkie,” she goes on, smearing Lev’s precum all over his face.

*Oh. God.*

Lev never sucked a dick – let alone his own. He did choke, more than once, on Becca’s wide assortment of toys, but this just feels different.

“I can’t, I can’t, I…” he begins, feeling the panic builds in his chest.

But Becca knows how to handle him. She had always known, since she showed up to the door of the cranky Olympic reject and promised him more much more than a medal. A chance for rebirth.

So she waits, soothing him, waiting for him to calm down, cradling his head into her lap until he finally – finally – gives in. His dick is still hard as a rock as she pushes it into his mouth.

“Like this baby. Suck on your binkie, love. Just relax, and show yourself some love. You deserve it. Like, we really showed them, right? I destroyed them. I destroyed them *for you*. And everybody saw how great you are” she says, and soon Lev is lost, and all that exists is his pleasure, and Becca’s voice.

He only stops sucking when Rebecca’s cold fingers caress the rim of his exposed hole. He jolts and whines, as his poor neglected asshole twitches and clenches into the void.

“Oh, that’s why you are being fussy. Poor thing, it must be so hungry,” Becca says, smearing a generous quantity of lube onto his flushed skin.

Lev can’t deny it. It’s been two weeks since the last time he let Rebecca have her way with him. Two weeks, in which you held your dignity as ransom, to be paid only by a place of the podium. Two weeks in which you could barely function. Who knew that sleeping without the familiar stretch of a fat plug would be so uncomfortable?

“Don’t worry, hun. We are gonna feed that hungry little mouth”.

And Lev stops giving a fuck about the noise, about the medal, about anything, really, and goes back to lap his own dick as Becca takes her time, of course, making sure to carefully open his needy, throbbing entrance, until he is soft, wet and ready to beg.

Lev almost screams when she removes her fingers, his hips shaking with frustration and desire. It is just not enough.

“Becca…” he begins. But she spanks him, hard, making him whimper.

“No, love. You promised. How is it gonna be?”

Lev can feel the tears build in the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t want say. He can’t say it.

“Don’t you want it?” she says, pouting, as she pushes the tip of the dildo against his empty, clenching hole. Lev’s cannot refuse her. She is so pretty. So precious. He did promise. And god, yes, he wants this. He wants this so bad.

“Mommy. Please” he says in the end, his voice unrecognizable to his own ears.

“Please what, babe? Tell me what you want, sweetie, and mommy will give it to you”.

It is so humiliating it hurt. Yet, the pain feels familiar for Lev. The way in which his willpower was able to smother his most radicated instincts, bend the barriers of what makes him a normal man, moulding himself into something different, something more, just to please somebody he so desperately loves – it just makes sense. It feels right. It feels like gymnastics.

“Please fill my belly with milk, mommy. I am hungwy” he says, feeling the burn of the tears as they fall onto his cheeks.

Becca kisses him on the cheek, before slowly pushing the rubber piece deep into his belly, fucking him exactly as he likes. Slow, hard, and just relentless.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” she says, biting his inner tight.

The golden medal swings back and forth in front of his eyes.

It doesn’t take long and, soon enough, Lev comes, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into his own mouth.

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Edit: Grammar <3

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sq6yaa/a_is_for_anal_mf_femdom